Qingye Supernatural Office

The old man didn't see anyone, and he was very rude, so he just asked us three strangers to help with things.

But judging from the situation in the basement, the archives in Hui Township is really short of manpower. Of course, the three of us sent here cannot escape.

There are two old people here, so we can't refuse directly.

Lifting up the trousers, walked to those filing cabinets, the three of us got busy.

All the old files are stored in the basement. Logically speaking, they should be managed by information technology now, and these files should also be scanned and entered into the database.However, some paper documents are still preserved, which is equivalent to a backup.Furthermore, decades later, if it is possible to make a documentary or a news interview, it must be filmed with paper files, which is more interesting than calling out the information entered in the database.

I have dealt with Minqing's archives bureau before.When looking for Ye Qing and the others, the thin man and the fat man went to the archives office several times, and even begged for help to find the oldest paper files.

Minqing City is much more prosperous than Hui Township, and the administrative level is also higher. The conditions of the Archives Bureau are naturally much better. At least it is impossible to store the files in the basement, which will not see the sun all year round, and there is a risk of flooding.The thin man said that some filing cabinets were still sealed, making them look like bank vaults.Of course, the files about Ye Qing and the Sixth Worker and Peasant Village are not qualified to be placed in such a special filing cabinet.

I took out the documents from the lower shelf of the filing cabinet, and they were all wet, dripping from below.Opening those file bags, the yellow paper in them was originally illegible, and most of them were ruined by soaking in water.Even some file bags themselves have become brittle and softened due to too long time, and the situation is even worse now.

I was a little helpless, so I could only take a rough look at the names and categories recorded on these file bags. I did my work first, and then I checked to see if there were any documents about the history of Hui Township.

"Cough cough..."

On the other side of the room, the old man coughed twice.The uncle pushed him to rest, but he refused.The voices of the two old men softened, but intermittently, they seemed to be chatting about some household matters.

Lu Qiaolan called me.

I walked over and saw that she had a file folder spread out in her hand. Inside were bags of plastic film, which were not sealed, but still had a waterproof effect.

Lu Qiaolan called me over, of course not because she was simply pleasantly surprised that there was such a folder in the archives, but because of the contents of the file.

The plastic bags contained broken paper. Judging from the appearance of the paper, the age was even older, and the words on it were also in ancient Chinese.

I looked a little struggling.

Lu Qiaolan pointed to a complete sentence and said to me: "This is the local chronicle of Hui Township before. Here it mentions disaster relief and food distribution, and then the number of deaths caused by the disaster."

I was a little surprised, I didn't expect Lu Qiaolan to understand this.

Lu Qiaolan didn't notice my expression, and pointed to the torn paper next to it, "It's mentioned here that a wealthy businessman at that time passed through Hui Township and donated some money."

She turned the page again.

"Is there any earliest record?" I asked hastily.

"This one doesn't seem to be the earliest one. However, I saw the incident on Caotou Road." Lu Qiaolan turned the page forward and pointed it out to me, "It's not as exaggerated as the story I heard last time. It's just that someone offended the local people. The local ruffian was buried in the ground, and when someone found it, he was already dead. The records here are incomplete, and there are only these contents."

I looked at it twice, only to feel dizzy.I returned the ancient prose to my language teacher after graduating from high school. Now, after many years, it is even more difficult to read the real ancient prose, not to mention the complex and simplified changes in the text.

Lu Qiaolan put this file aside and read another one.

These files are full of broken pages, and almost all the paper is damaged. I don't know what happened back then, and where I found these things.

I helped Lu Qiaolan search here, bit the bullet and read some content.

Zhuang Huai also came to help.Like me, he knows nothing about ancient Chinese, so he can only pick up the most recognizable characters and words to read, even make guesses, and judge the year.

The three of us were getting involved when the two old men came over.

The uncle said dissatisfiedly: "I ask you to help, you are just lazy here!"

"Hey, he is not from our archives." The old man persuaded.

I asked directly which of the earliest contents of these files was.Just judging from the order in which they are arranged in the filing cabinets, it seems that they are not arranged by year.

The old man shook his head, "These things were scattered when they were delivered."

The uncle added: "It was Mr. Zhou who sorted it out for a while back then, and sorted it out a little bit. After he died, no one took care of him."

"Mr. Zhou?" I asked suspiciously.This surname makes me a little concerned.

"It's an old man from our archives. He came back from studying abroad and learned about his family. After returning, he first went to the capital to teach, and then returned to Huixiang when he was old and retired." The old man replied.

"Back to Hui Township?" I repeated the old man's words again, and I always felt that there was some key hidden in it.

"That's right. Mr. Zhou said that his ancestors were from Huixiang, and he moved away later. The specific reason is unknown. He came back just to find his roots. He died of illness before he could sort things out," the old man sighed.

"We saw some tombstones on Wailing Ridge with the character 'Zhou' engraved on them," Zhuang Huai said.

Both old men were surprised.

"Could it be that the grave-crying ghost is Mr. Zhou's ancestor?" the uncle asked in surprise.

Of course we can't answer that.

Even if it is true, Mr. Zhou passed away this week.

"Does he have any family?" I asked.

The old man shook his head, "He came back to Hui Township alone, and I heard that his wife had passed away before, and he didn't have any children."

"Where's his belongings?" I asked again.

The old man continued to shake his head.

The old man next to him slapped his forehead, "There is a pen, have you forgotten? You still told me that it was left to you by Mr. Zhou, and it was worth a lot of money back then. What is that pen called Mei, and I always want to ask you to borrow it?" , use it to show her man."

The old man looked like he was thinking about memories, then shook his head and said with a smile: "I'm getting old, I can't remember all of this."

"Can you show us that pen?" I asked expectantly.

If that Mr. Zhou turned into a ghost, his relics might be the clues to find him.

The old man still shook his head, "I don't know where I put it. I haven't seen it for many years."

This is refusal.

I feel something is wrong.

"Well, everything is different, and now there is nothing left. When we die, no one will remember Mr. Zhou. Back then, Mr. Zhou taught me some foreign languages." The uncle expressed emotion.

"Yes." The old man also sighed endlessly.

The two of them were going to the bathroom, so they came over to take a look, and after saying this, they were about to go up.

The middle-aged man was still persuading them to take a break. Wait for the other staff members to get these things, but the old man refused with a smile. His father also scolded him loudly for not having a hardworking and down-to-earth working attitude.

The voices of the three people went away.

Zhuang Huai waited for the others to leave, and said, "I'll find a chance to visit his room later."