Da Mao and I continued to wander around the ghost market for more than half an hour. During this period, Da Mao quietly told me about the ghosts he could see. Frankly speaking, these ghosts sounded like ordinary ghosts, not to mention me. They're not really here to buy anything. Even if they are, these ghosts don't have much value to me. No wonder there are so many vendors here, but so few are sold.
As it approached twelve o'clock in the evening, there were very few buyers coming to buy things, and some vendors even began to sit on the edge and doze off. So I winked at Da Mao and walked towards the bamboo forest. At the entrance of the bamboo forest, you can walk along the edge of the forest to the houses on the long street. Behind the houses are mostly dilapidated and piled debris. I don’t know if they were left behind when the ancient town was abandoned. They are a bit scattered. The beads popped out from the pile of debris, blocking the back of the house which was originally not spacious, making it difficult to get down. Fortunately, there are not many vendors on the side near the bamboo forest, because most of them gather from the other end of the long street. This also gave Da Mao and I a better opportunity. Although it was difficult to get down, we slowly groped our way to the back of the room.
After looking at the terrain, the other party bought some things from the old house behind the house, such as tables and stools, because Da Mao told me that although the house was dilapidated on the outside, it was carefully decorated on the inside. It is to make the masters who are invited to find ghosts live more comfortably. I stretched out my feet and stepped on those tables and stools a few times, and found that although they were wobbling, they would not collapse as long as I didn't move too much.
Although Da Mao was very thin when he was a child, he has grown taller than me over the years, so the two of us discussed that I would climb up first and observe it first. At least I should lift up the tiles and the layer of oilcloth to see what was there. What is the silly girl doing in the house? So I climbed up on my hands and knees. Although the house was old, the bricks and tiles were made of solid materials. I climbed to the roof easily. When I got to the roof, I heard a completely off-key singing coming from the house:
"The old woman has sharp feet. She can't run away when the car comes. She jumps into the river. There is a ghost's head at the end of the river. She picks it up and rubs the steamed buns. The steamed buns are three and a half kilograms, and the baby can't finish them..."
This is a nursery rhyme that is sung by almost all children in Sichuan. The so-called old woman with pointed feet refers to the bad habit of foot binding among women in the old society, so that their feet became three-inch golden lotus and developed abnormally. And "Mantuo" actually means steamed buns. This nursery rhyme itself does not have much meaning. It is purely for rhyming purposes when amusing children. This was the first time I heard this silly girl's voice so clearly. When she sang, she had that childish voice, but she actually looked like a girl who was almost twenty years old.
Since he climbed onto the roof, although this movement was not too big, it was still easy to make some noise in such a shaky house. Fortunately, the silly girl in the house kept singing this song repeatedly. Her singing covered up the sound of me climbing up to the roof. The vendors nearby were all looking at the ground, and there was almost no light, so No one found me.
I stuck my head out and gave Da Mao a thumbs up, indicating that everything was fine. Since I was lying on the roof with my whole body, the pressure on the tiles would be smaller and more dispersed than if I stepped on it with two feet, making it less likely to collapse the roof. In fact, this worry proved to be completely unfounded. , although the houses left by the ancients are dilapidated, they are still very solid in quality. So I started to slowly remove the tiles one by one with my hands and put them aside. The silly girl was singing happily in the room directly below me. She must not have noticed that there was someone on the roof at this moment. Otherwise, I definitely can’t sing anymore.
Soon I cleared an area about the size of my head from the tiles in front of me, revealing a thick layer of oilcloth underground. I stretched out my fingers and poked the oilcloth lightly a few times, and found that although it was a little brittle, it was still soft, but it may be a little fragile after being exposed to the sun in the summer. I took out the iron scissors and gently tried to pierce a hole in the oilcloth. I found that it was easy to pierce, so I slowly cut the hole bigger and bigger until I could see it completely. Clear up the situation underneath.
As the oilcloth was cut, the sound insulation effect that was originally ineffective was even more lost at this moment. The silly girl's singing became louder, and for the first time, I could see clearly the entire room from top to bottom. layout. There is a small oil lamp in the room, which is in the shape of a kerosene lamp. There is a glass cover outside to prevent wind. If it is covered, the kerosene lamp will basically not go out. Under the weak light of the kerosene lamp, I saw that the doors and windows were tightly closed, and the windows were nailed with wooden boards in various directions. The surrounding walls also looked tattered, as if they were that kind of The red soil is mixed with various grass roots, branches and other things and is poured. There is a spittoon on the other side of the room, which is probably used to solve the problem of people here defecating and urinating. Next to the doorway into the room, there is a large water tank with water in it, because I saw a Gourds and gourds float on the water, probably for people here to wash their faces and drink water.
As for other things, it seems quite inconsistent with the environment. The tables and chairs are all new. The chairs are even mahogany carved Taishi chairs specially made by carpenters. They were worried that the people sitting on them would knock their butts, so they put them there specially. A bright yellow cushion that looks soft. The table and the chair formed a right angle. The table was against the wall with the boarded windows, and the chair was against the wall perpendicular to it. The wall opposite the table was where I climbed up, which was a There is a mosquito net, a red quilt, and a bed also carved from mahogany.
Even under the dim light, I could see a brand new layer of paint on the furniture. In the center of the room, someone had used bricks to build a small circular pit, which looked a bit like a squat. It looks like a crater, with bamboo charcoal and honeycomb briquettes inside, and a kettle hanging on it. It seems that this place is used to boil water and keep people warm.
The silly girl is sitting on the edge of the bed, holding the edge of the bed with both hands, her feet dangling back and forth, and her head shaking back and forth in response to her out-of-tune singing. This further confirms my idea that this girl is a fool. , otherwise how could he make such childish actions. Maybe a fool would be simpler and happier. If it were me, I would have demolished a wall and set the house on fire.
I'm not a voyeur, and I won't do anything like bullying a fool, so I haven't forgotten what I came here to do. So I reached into my bag and put it away, took out the candy I bought earlier in the county town, and put a piece in my mouth first, thinking that since it was my money, I had to take a bite anyway. Not a loss. Then I found a piece of candy the size of a pebble, aimed it in the direction, and threw it at the silly girl's feet. After the hard candy hit the ground, it broke into two or three pieces and made a slight but crisp sound.
If a normal person encounters such a situation, he will first look up to see where the thing fell from, rather than paying attention to what it fell from. But the silly girl, as I said, has some intellectual problems and her thoughts are very simple. Maybe her favorite candy at the moment is all she has. After seeing the candies on the ground, she stopped singing. She laughed and jumped out of bed. She squatted on the ground to pick up the candies and stuffed them into her mouth without wiping the floor. Soon, she picked up the broken pieces of candy and ate it, and then looked around, looking for any candy on the ground.
So I threw another one, and this time the place where it was thrown was a little closer to my vertical position. The silly girl happily picked it up and ate it, still not looking up to find where the candy fell. So I threw three or four candies in a row until I was sure that the silly girl was a little happy, so I picked a smaller candy, aimed it at the top of the silly girl's head and threw it.
This hit her head gently, causing her to reach out and touch the top of her head before raising her head. At this time, the silly girl saw my face emerging from the hole in the invincible man. Other people might have been startled by such a situation and screamed, but the silly girl didn't do it at all. She just pouted her mouth, bulged her eyes, looked very curious, and tilted her head to look. I.
Seeing that she didn't scream, I gave her what I thought was a harmless smile, and then threw another candy down.
