Legend of Xianghuang

Zailai Town was not called Zailai Town at first, and the original site is not even here.

Zailai Town was originally a very poor village called Xujia Village. Because the land was barren and there were no special products, the people in the village were very poor, and even a little natural disaster would make the people in the village suffer from hunger.

It was on such a severe summer day, seeing the rice seedlings that were not considered strong in the field wilt day by day, and the people of Xujia Village prayed to the sky, but they could not see any rain.

At that time, a person in Xujia Village who had been idle all day suddenly took away the last ration of the family, and disappeared overnight.

All the people in the village scolded him for being unfilial and unrighteous. Regardless of the life and death of his parents and brothers, he was unwilling to use part of his own small ration to help them.

No one knows how long the severe drought will last and how many rice seedlings will be left in the field.

A few days later, seeing the heat of the day, people in Xujia Village suddenly found the person who left the village.

He returned after a few days away with great news.

He found a magical land not far from the village.As long as the water is buried in the soil, the water can bring a special aroma of wine. If the wine jar is buried in the soil according to the wine making method, it will be a rare good wine in the world.

However, if you want to live in this town, you need to pay tribute to the owners of this land.

"This is the origin of the Zailai Town Wine Festival." Old Uncle Xu sighed, "In the past three days, every household has to open the best wine and put it at the door, and then close the doors and windows, no matter what kind of movement is allowed at night. If you come out, you can’t sneak a peek.”

"Who are those—" the word "ghost" didn't come out, he just shuddered, skipping this well-known word, "If they see it, how can there be life."

"Thank you for telling me, old man. It's just that no one else knows about this?" Even though he knew the story of Zailaizhen's past, Xianghuang's doubts did not diminish.

She still remembered that someone had told them about Zailai Town here.

"How can outsiders know about this kind of thing." Old Uncle Xu shook his head and sighed, "Even if there are foreign businessmen staying here until the day of sacrifice, it's better not to mention such evil things. Who knows who those are? What a great deal."

After a pause, Old Man Xu seemed to think of something again: "Speaking of which, I remember that when I was young, someone who was capable of cultivating Taoism came to the town again, and it happened to be these three days."

"He didn't listen to the persuasion, he wanted to go out at night to collect those, but he never came back."

"That night, the sound outside the house was terrifying, that scream—" Old Uncle Xu shivered again, his lips trembling but he didn't say anything, he poured his wine and took a deep gulp.

There was silence in the room, and I don't know how long it took, the curtain on the side was lifted, and a woman came out from inside.

She looked up at the two people in the room, a flash of surprise flashed in her eyes, and she quickly lowered her head and held the plate in her hand: "Grandpa." She put the dishes on the table, and then turned back.

"That's my granddaughter Xu Xiu'er." Uncle Xu said with a smile.

Xianghuang nodded, but couldn't help but glance at Wanwan.

That Xu Xiu'er's eyes were swollen just now, obviously she just cried.

With the situation of Hundred Ghosts Walking and the low mood of the grandparent and grandson, the dinner was dull and fast.

After several people put down their chopsticks, Xu Xiu'er stood up, cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks, and went back to the back room. Uncle Xu smiled awkwardly: "Xiu'er is timid, and she has been quite frightened these days."

He paused, then sighed again: "Xiu'er's father went out to cut firewood on a sacrificial day, but failed to invite him back at night. Xiu'er has lost her father since then, and her mother died of illness within two years. Only my grandparents and grandchildren are left."

"It is said that the stronger a person's anger, the less he dares to provoke those ghosts. I asked you to come, firstly, because I can't bear to see you encounter those ghosts outside the town like this, secondly, it is also to give our grandparents and grandchildren courage. "

"Who knows, will those people break into the house suddenly?"

"Old man, if that's the case, then why don't you leave this place?" Xianghuang didn't understand, since he was so afraid, why did he keep guarding here for generations and refused to leave?

"Where do we go after we leave?" Old Uncle Xu shook his head, "If there was no such land, maybe the drought would have killed us. Moreover, some people wanted to escape from here, and four of them left together, but only one escaped. come back..."

If you escape from the town, will you be hunted down by ghosts?Xiang Huang pondered.

"Stop talking, wait a minute, I'll let Xiu'er tidy up the house and spread out the mats." Uncle Xu stood up and was about to go inside.

Xianghuang got up immediately: "Old man, don't bother sister Xiu'er, where is the house, we can clean it up ourselves."

Uncle Xu turned around hesitantly. His Xiu'er was indeed very haggard, and hadn't slept well in the past two days: "You..."

"It's okay, it's just some small things, we don't need much effort to do it ourselves, but it bothers you." Xianghuang said politely, but his attitude was firm.

Old Uncle Xu nodded when he saw this, and led the two of them to a room: "This is Xiu'er's parents' room, and it's always been empty, but Xiu'er cleans it on weekdays. Let Xiu'er bring over the clean mat and bedding."

The room fell silent, Wanwan looked at Xiang Huang, and asked amusedly, "Someone has made a bed, why do you have to snatch it yourself?"

Xianghuang's answer was natural: "I make the bed myself, and it will always be more comfortable and clean." It's not that she has those particulars. If she was alone, she would sleep on the dusty ground of the ruined temple. , but Wanwan is different.

Even if Wanwan didn't say anything, Xiang Huang always wanted her to be more comfortable.

Wanwan couldn't see Xianghuang's careful thinking, smiled and pointed her finger at her head, leaned over and said, "Little Zhuzi, why are you so attractive?"

"Huh?" Xianghuang was stunned for a moment, knowing that Wanwan understood, she just turned her head away from her, "No." No matter how hard and careful she was, the senior brothers and sisters thought she was in the way.

Of course, Wan Wan would not let Xiang Huang think about those unpleasant things all the time, so she reached out and hooked her neck, leaned forward and kissed her puffy face: "Why not, I'm so cute."

"! You you you you—!" Xianghuang looked at the smiling Wanwan in astonishment, but couldn't say a word after a while.

Wanwan looked at her with a leisurely smile: "What's wrong with me?"

"You—how can you?!" Probably affected by Wanwan's calm and composed appearance, Xianghuang finally finished speaking, staring at her with wide eyes.

Wanwan's beautiful phoenix eyes were full of doubts: "Why not? Can a man and a woman kiss each other? But I'm not a man." That look seemed to be really puzzled.

Xiang Huang didn't know what to say for a moment.

Who is it that said before that it is not against the law of heaven to fall in love with both women? !She didn't believe that Wanwan didn't expect this!

But, but what does this make her say?If you have to make this clear, then it's because she cares too much about it, right?

At this time, there was a knock on the door, which can be regarded as saving Xianghuang who didn't know what to do.

Xu Xiu'er came over with the thin quilt and mat: "You two should rest earlier, it's better not to make any noise." She spoke softly, a little cautiously.

The eyes looked a little better, but the redness was still visible.

"Thank you, you should rest earlier. We will pay attention." Xianghuang immediately walked over to take the things, so as to avoid Wanwan's obviously smiling eyes.

"Yeah." Xu Xiu'er nodded, and looked at Wanwan again, seeing her looking over with a smile, she hurriedly withdrew her gaze and left in a hurry.

Seeing her seeming to be running away, Xianghuang turned to Wanwan suspiciously, but she asked with bright eyes, "Why, does Xiao Zhuzi want my help?"

"...you sit down." Xianghuang turned his head, put the quilt on the bed, and did not forget to take out a talisman to drive away evil spirits.

Speaking of which, when I first met Wanwan, she was very gentle.

In fact, he is still gentle and kind to her now, but he always feels a little different.

Was Wanwan that bad before?

When Xianghuang was thinking and finishing the things in his hands, he was about to raise his head, but his eyes suddenly went dark.

"Shhhhhhhhh" at some point, Wan Wan had already approached Xianghuang lightly, grabbed her, and whispered a reminder in her ear.

Xianghuang was able to see at night, and when the candles were extinguished, there was only a brief darkness, and soon he could see clearly the things in the house again.

She looked around vigilantly, and pulled Wanwan to her back, close to the bed. After all, the bed had just been used to exorcise evil spirits, so it could be somewhat useful.

Nothing came into the room, what made Wanwan put out the candles was a small sound from outside the window.

It was completely different from the footsteps of ordinary people, as if they were coming all the way, there were also strange sounds of hitting the ground one after another, the sound of liquid flowing, and the rolling sound of jars falling to the ground.

Of course, that's not all.

I don't know how to describe it at all, it seems to be talking, laughing, but it is completely different.

Listening to it, it makes people feel a little cold in their hearts.

But to Wanwan's ears, it was another scene.

She can understand the words represented by those voices, but she can also hear that there is not much danger in the words.

These "similar" people can also be regarded as drinkers. Along the way, the wine jars in front of every house are not spared, and some even fight over a jar of wine.

What's more, they are drinking and discussing with each other, which one is better.

And, their anticipation for the delicious food they can enjoy tomorrow.

The author has something to say: Lantern Festival + Happy Valentine’s Day~Bai Ye just returned home last night, and finally found his favorite kitten~~~ You can take the cat home in the middle of MarchO(∩_∩)O~

Then, regarding the holiday benefits, the atmosphere of this story is really...not suitable, so I will put a small episode of the Lantern Festival in a while. The number of words will naturally be 3K+, so that you don’t need to spend money when you read it again~~【Of course this is a steal from Daoer~