An Xi breathed a sigh of relief, "That's great, little mother. It's good that there is no murder. If you can't catch up with the lantern festival, you'll have to wait another year. I heard that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince invited famous craftsmen to make lanterns in the south this year, and there are many novel things!"

"There are also iron-smashing flowers to see! I remember that I saw it when my little mother was eight years old!"

Min Weixiu was also curious, "Is it a thundering iron flower? Are the thundering iron flower in Kaifeng City?"

Kaifeng City has many people and many houses, and ironwork is splashing everywhere. The palace is afraid of splashing noble people and accidentally leaving the water. So there are very few people who perform this.

The prince is not going well this year, but he is determined to show off in front of the official family and the queen mother, so he spent a lot of effort to prepare for this year's Shangyuan Lantern Festival.

"It's such a pity. If our tomb could be played on the Lantern Festival, wouldn't it be a great wonder in Kaifeng?" Min Weixiu felt quite regretful.

Hehe, if the prince of the official family and Liu Luan were tricked into scaring him, wouldn’t it be fun?

Jiang Yanzhi knew Min Weixiu’s thoughts, and then fantasized about it and said to Min Weixiu seriously, "It doesn’t matter, there is also the Zhongyuan Festival. Zhongyuan Festival is also called the Ghost Festival. It’s interesting to ask them to play that day!"

...

In the palace, the official family who was discussing affairs with Xianggong Lu sneeze, "Why is Yanzhi's dead child trying to cheat his father again, right? I have always had an ominous premonition recently."

Mr. Lu touched his beard and showed a charming smirk, "The three kings are generous and upright, maybe they are thinking about how to be filial to the official family."

...

Min Weixiu and Jiang Yanzhi were happy to think about the beautiful scenery where they would lie down and collect money in the future. After getting off the carriage, they would go to see the fake man.

As soon as I approached, an old lady heard an old lady muttering, "It's so miserable. This old man hasn't even passed the first month of the year, why did he suddenly fall to death?"

Another village woman answered and said, "No, I heard it's haunted. What bad luck has our village gone? Alas, this part of Feng Shui is probably not good, but in the early years..."

"Don't talk about it soon. If the ghost hears it, you will be miserable... As I said, we'd better go back earlier, it's so cunning."

An old lady looked at everyone with contempt, "What are you afraid of? You didn't do anything wrong, you are not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door. You can tell me what's going on."

Min Weixiu patted his shoulder, got off the carriage, walked towards the group of women who were talking gossip, and asked curiously, "Auntie, who is so bad in the first month of the year?"

The aunt glanced at her, "You said the old Wang family is not bad. Last night, he fell and lost his body. He died with his eyes open with his eyes open! He was so scared that he was so scared!"

She said, looking around mysteriously, and lowered her voice and said, "I heard that their family is haunted! This is all retribution."

At this time, another aunt next to her recognized Min Weixiu and said tremblingly, "Isn't this the little lady who went to the Liu family that day? She is the one who can kick the door away with one kick!"

Min Weixiu smiled embarrassedly. People are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong...

The aunt said curiously: "Which door do you want to kick today? Wait for me, I'll catch a handful of melon seeds!"

Min Weixiu was a little ashamed and even grabbed a handful of melon seeds. Why didn’t you move a free-standing chair to lie down and watch the show?

The outside of the house was too loud. When the people inside the house heard the movement, the Yan Niang hurriedly ran out and said with joy, "The noble man also invited me into the house. It's very cold outside. We have been working all night long and have only become seven brides. I'm afraid that the next one will have to wait for some time."

When Jiang Yanyi heard this, he was very surprised, which was much faster than he had imagined.

He was about to lift his legs into the yard when he saw a young man about fifteen years old rushed out, hugged his legs, and cried, "This official, you are an official, right? Liu Xi abuses his wife, you care about everything. You can take care of my father, my father dies with his eyes open, there must be injustice!"

"My father is very nimble and is the only hunter in the village. How could he fall to death after all? Someone must have killed him!"

He said, pointing to Assistant Professor Liu standing in the yard, "It's him. Yesterday I heard him quarrel with my father! It must be him who killed my father!"

Assistant Liu was shocked, "Don't talk nonsense! I have been working hard these days, so how could I kill people? Besides, I was not alone in quarreling with your father yesterday. Why didn't you talk about Liu Quan who lives on the other side? He also quarreled with your father."

The boy bit his lip, "Liu Quan...Liu Quan is also possible. In short, my father is very skilled in martial arts and will never fall!"

Jiang Yanzhi patted his shoulder, "Whether he fell to death or was killed by someone, we will know when we went and saw it."

"Little Shitou, come back quickly, don't bother the noble man. Your father is gone, don't mess around, let him get buried as soon as possible." A woman wearing mourning clothes at the door stood there expressionlessly, waved to the boy named Xiao Shitou.

Jiang Yanzhi narrowed his eyes, but instead felt that there was something wrong. He turned around and walked towards the yard of Lao Wang's next door.

"Let's go, Weixiu, let's go and see what's going on!"

Min Weixiu nodded and followed naturally, leaving Anxi to cry without tears. Xiaoniang, have you forgotten the ironwork?

This is an ordinary farmhouse yard, not much different from the Liuxi home they have been to. There is a dark coffin in the main hall.

A girl about fourteen years old was kneeling there, burning paper money with red eyes.

Seeing Min Weixiu and Jiang Yanzhi come in, he hurriedly hid behind the woman, looking a little timid.

In the coffin, a fat middle-aged man was lying. His eyes were wide open, and his eyes seemed to be about to burst out, which looked very terrible.

"The deceased may have seen something extremely frightened during his lifetime. Look at the expression on his face." Jiang Yanzhi said seriously.

He said, then turned Lao Wang's head and looked at it, "A hole fell out of the back of his head. Is there any clean gravel and slag inside, it should have fallen on the big bluestone."

Min Weixiu nodded, remembering the gossip of the old ladies before, "I heard that your house is haunted, is there such a thing?"

No one in the room said, Min Weixiu gave Jiang Yanzhi a wink and walked out. Sure enough, she saw the aunt running over with the handful of melon seeds and stuffing them into Min Weixiu's hand, "It's delicious when it's fried at home? How about it, how about it? The old woman didn't come late, right?"

"No..." Min Weixiu said speechlessly, "Best lady, what's going on with the haunted thing?"

The aunt spitted out a mouthful of melon seed skin and said mysteriously, "Don't you know? The couple next door named Liu is a village house rented by outsiders. They don't know that the one they live in is a haunted house! Three years ago, a little girl hanged her in that house!"
Chapter completed!