The villagers nearby looked at it and laughed, "A pair of escorts passed by this place before and never returned. I know you scholars don't believe in ghosts and ghosts, but this is the fact. Jiangling County is haunted."

ghost?

I'm afraid someone is pretending to be a ghost!

"Why do guests want to go to Jiangling County?"

Mr. Mo said vaguely, "Looking for someone."

"If you're looking for someone, I don't even need to go there. The original people in Jiangling County have long since left and died. Ours are all people who moved here later. The person you want to find may not be here anymore."

Mr. Mo asked about the haunting again.

The village chief thought he looked good and had a good attitude, so he couldn't help but say a few more words.

"Dad, you told the guests about cows, ghosts and snake spirits again. Didn't I tell you that? Don't tell the guests this, lest they frighten them."

The village chief's eldest son came over and looked at the village chief with a look of complaint.

The village chief was also worried that the rent he received would be wasted, so he smiled and asked the people around him to go work in the fields.

"Sir, please don't listen to my father's nonsense. Jiangling County is not haunted. It's just a group of lunatics who kill for fun. They kill everyone they see, especially at night."

"Then why talk about being haunted?"

Mr. Mo became interested, and the village chief's son also thought that he was a scholar and was willing to talk to him more.

"Actually, we didn't see the so-called evil ghosts. We all heard what others said. It is said that the county government shot a lot of people to arrest them, but not a single murderer was caught. Instead, a lot of people were lost. The county government tried to

If the people are not allowed to be killed, people from the surrounding villages will not be allowed to go to the county seat."

In order to catch a murderer, people are not allowed to go to the county government office. This reason is too ridiculous.

However, the people here have no doubts about it and think that the county magistrate is a good person.

"What about your daily needs?"

"Isn't this simple? The Yamen held a market a mile outside the city. Many people set up stalls there to exchange things. You can buy everything. Gradually everyone got used to it."

Mr. Mo continued to ask: "How long have you had this habit?"

The eldest son of the village chief thought for a while, "When the guest said this, I realized that it has been a while. It seems that it has been like this since the flood. Anyway, no one is taking care of it. People from the yamen rarely show up. We feel that

It’s a comfortable life.”

Comfortable?

Not necessarily!

The main harvest of a county comes from the people. Magistrate Chai even went so far as to lie for the sake of population performance. Magistrate Hu was different, and he didn't care about anything.

Do you really not care, or do you have other important things to do?

One year is enough time to do a lot of things.

Mianmian listened to the various stories told by the old people in the village, and gradually she became fascinated.

"What happened next?"

The old woman usually likes to tell stories, but the children in the village are tired of hearing them. No one likes to listen to her. Only Mianmian listens very carefully and asks questions from time to time.

This made the old lady feel very worried, and she couldn't help but talk more.

"Later, a Taoist priest came and beat them all to death."

"Really, what does Taoist priest look like?"

"..."

Gradually, more and more children and villagers gathered around her. Everyone felt that Mianmian was a lucky little girl and wanted to touch her to feel blessed.

Hongkui and Xiaoxiazi were naturally unhappy, but Mianmian was very happy.

He even took the initiative to hold their hands.

Many people worked hard and their hands were calloused. Mianmian remembered the prescription given to her by her master and took the initiative to bandage the villagers.

Most people were happy to cooperate, and it turned out that it seemed to be really useful, and they felt more and more that Mianmian was a good girl.

When she came back from the village, Mianmian took a lot of things, all of which were given by enthusiastic villagers.

Mr. Mo: "..."

"Master, they are so enthusiastic. Do we want to stay here for a few more days?"

Mr. Mo looked at the things they brought back and was shocked. There were chickens and ducks there. "Mianmian, what did you say and what did you do? Why did they give you these valuable things?"

Mianmian looked at the stone in her hand and asked doubtfully, "Is it valuable?"

Hongkui stepped forward and explained, "Mr. Mo, Miss saw that someone in the village was injured, so she treated them with herbs. The villagers thanked Miss, so they gave these things."

Mr. Mo breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at Mianmian and said, "You haven't mastered your skills yet. What if someone treats you badly? Do you know that you can't just treat people casually in the future?"

"I didn't treat them. Mianmian just treated some minor wounds with herbs. Many people can do that!"

Mr. Mo said with a tigerish face, "That won't work either."

Mianmian was timid, "I know."

Mr. Mo asked again how he treated people and the treatment process. He felt relieved when he realized that nothing had gone wrong.

Mianmian touched her round belly and said, "Master, do we want to stay here for a few days? I don't know what my fourth uncle is doing over there. We can't rush into the city!"

"I guess you don't want to go find them!"

Mianmian hugged him guiltily, "No, no, Mianmian just wants to be more cautious. Besides, master, don't you want to stay here for a few more days?"

Mr. Mo indeed plans to stay here for a few more days. This village is very close to him, and it is convenient to travel around. It will not attract the attention of people from the county government, so it is the best place to hide his body.

At three o'clock in the moonlight, another group of guests came to the village.

It is said that there were more than 30 merchants from other places, and many families in the village went to attract the guests. In the end, the village chief and a few old people in the village came forward to allocate the accommodation.

Mianmian originally wanted to join in the fun, but was stopped by Mr. Mo.

By the time Mianmian finished her homework, there wasn't much movement in the village.

Mianmian was lying on the bed, "I don't know where my fourth uncle and the others are."

"Miss, do you miss the fourth master?"

"A little bit. I still miss my fifth and sixth uncles, and my second and third cousins."

People may not miss you.

"Miss, go to bed early. Don't you want to hear stories from the old lady tomorrow?"

Mianmian likes to listen to the old woman telling stories. Although the old woman doesn't know any beautiful words, the stories she tells are very nice. Mianmian hasn't heard enough today.

In the next few days, Mianmian ran to play with the children in the village every day.

Sometimes I would teach the children in the village to recite poetry, and I would bring back a lot of things every day. Sometimes it was beautiful stones, sometimes it was two big cabbages, eggs, etc.
Chapter completed!