Strange Tales of the Ghosts

The old man chuckled, touched his chin and replied: "Kiln!"

A burst of anger ignited in Geng Jinhua's chest. This answer made him have the urge to punch someone. He clenched his fists. If he hadn't taken care of his wife, he really wanted to knock the old scoundrel to the ground with one punch. Geng Jinhua endured it. He asked coldly: "Which kiln?"

"I don't know about this. Hehe, I have no money and I have never been there." The old man smiled obscenely.

At this time, Qingfeng could no longer hold back his anger, rushed forward, slapped the old man in the face, and cursed angrily: "Are you still a human being?!"

"You rebelled and flew up a high branch. You dare to hit me." The old man covered his face and looked at Qingfeng with gritted teeth. He raised his hand and wanted to hit him. Geng Jinhua was afraid that the old man would hurt Qingfeng, so he hurriedly held his hand. Hold the old man's fist.

"No matter who you are, don't act up here!"

"Humph!" The old man was not stupid. He put down his hand and said sadly, "That's okay, just give me some money and I'll leave."

"Are you here just for money?" Qingfeng's heart became cold. Her father, who had not been masked for ten years, allowed herself to be bullied in the Geng family. Now when she heard that she was married to the young master of the Geng family, he came to pester her. disappointment.

The old man sat on the chair and smiled, and replied: "If you want to invite me to a wedding banquet, that's fine."

"Rogue." Qingfeng cursed.

The old man frowned and hummed, "What's wrong with the scoundrel? No matter how scoundrel you are, I'm still your father."

"Get out of here, I don't have a father like you!" Qingfeng was so angry that he cried.

Seeing this scene, Geng Jinhua felt sorry for Qingfeng. He took out a few coins from the cabinet and threw them on the table. "Take it and don't let me see you again."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, the dignified Geng family, just this amount of money can be regarded as a betrothal gift?" The old man made a disdainful voice, he didn't dare to take it because he thought it was too little.

Qingfeng simply took back the money and said loudly: "Just leave if you don't want it, don't dirty my house."

"Don't..." The old man grabbed the silver from Qingfeng's hand and put it into his arms. "I'll keep this money and come back when I'm done with it."

"Again?"

"You are my daughter, can you bear to see me old and helpless?" The old man probably meant that he regarded Qingfeng as a cash cow with inexhaustible sources of money. However, he did not know Qingfeng's current situation. It’s not that we’re too well off, it can only be said that the food and clothing expenses are quite adequate.

Qingfeng was heartbroken and wished he didn't have a father like you, so he warned: "After accepting this money, I won't have a father like you. I can go as far as I want."

"Didn't you hear what Qingfeng said?" Geng Jinhua looked ugly when the old man refused to leave.

The old man glanced at Qingfeng, hummed and left...

Qingfeng looked at the back and shed tears. Geng Jinhua knew that his wife was uncomfortable and comforted him: "Don't be sad. I know he is such a person, so just ignore him from now on."

"...Well..." Qingfeng threw herself into Geng Jinhua's arms. She didn't understand why she had such a father.

After that, the old man did not come back for a while, but Qingfeng's heart never relaxed for a day. She was frightened because she was afraid that the shameless father would come to blackmail her again. On the other hand, she also thought more and more. My mother is pregnant, and I don’t know how my mother’s life is going. Geng Jinhua saw his wife's emotions in his eyes and took them into his heart. He was afraid that she would be disappointed, so he secretly went to find his wife's mother. The hard work paid off, and half a month later, he finally got the news. But this news was not good news. Geng Jinhua was a little hesitant. He didn't know whether he should tell Qingfeng. After thinking about it for a long time, he was afraid that Qingfeng would regret it in his life, so he still said it.

As soon as Qingfeng heard that his mother was in danger, he and Geng Jinhua hired a fast horse and came to the brothel in the city. This brothel was no better than those with a floor, and there was no such thing as charming girls. It was the third brothel. The lowest level brothel among the sixth and ninth grade, it is located off the street. It has about ten rooms, which are small and dark. As soon as you enter, you can smell a stench mixed with sweat and fishy smell. In the innermost room, Qingfeng saw his mother, a woman lying on a small bed with sores on her body and disfigured skin. Despite this, Qingfeng still recognized at a glance the woman wearing her mother's hand. He only wanted a bracelet, so he rushed forward and cried: "Mother..."

The manager of the kiln stood nearby, and he was too disgusted to come near. Geng Jinhua was afraid that this matter would spread, so he took some money out and gave it to the manager. "Go out, there's nothing for you to do here."

"Okay." The manager's eyes lit up when he saw Yinzi, and he added with a smile: "If you want to pick up this dead man, hurry up, otherwise we will have to carry him out and bury him..."

"..." Geng Jinhua didn't want to argue with such a person, so he gave the manager some money.

The person in charge was a smart man. He took the money and disappeared. Only Geng Jinhua and his wife Qingfeng were left in the hut. Qingfeng looked at the woman on the bed crying. The woman had been tortured for who knows how many days. Her hair was messy and there was no one on her body. Cleaning up, as if she only had her last breath left, just when Qingfeng called her again, the woman opened her eyes.

"...Qingfeng..." The woman's hands were like bones, with only a piece of skin hanging on them. The woman reached out and touched Qingfeng's head, with tears in her eyes. She had not seen her for ten years, and she was no longer sure that the girl in front of her was hers. daughter. "You are my daughter... Qingfeng?"

"I am, I am, mother, I am Qingfeng." Qingfeng held the woman's hand, tears falling desperately.

Suddenly, the woman waved her hand and shouted: "Go, you go!"

"Why? Mom, don't you want to see me?" Qingfeng shook his head, she finally saw her mother, how could she leave like this.

The woman answered with tears in her eyes: "This is not the place you should come to. Don't let that old ghost find you. You can go as far as you can."

At this time, Geng Jinhua stepped forward and said softly: "Mom, we are here to pick you up this time."

"You...are..." The woman on the bed squinted her eyes and looked at Geng Jinhua.

Qingfeng held the woman's hand, smiled and cried, and replied: "Mom, my daughter is already married. This is my husband."

"Married?" Tears flashed in the woman's eyes and her lips trembled. "My daughter is married...good...it's good to be married."

Geng Jinhua felt sad and couldn't bear it. He took a breath and said, "Mom, don't talk so much. Let's pick you up and leave here first. Let's go home."

"No..." The woman shook her head and said softly: "I am no longer good. If I don't go, I can't dirty your house..."

"What are you talking about? Mother!" Qingfeng cried loudly.

Geng Jinhua knew that persuasion was useless, so he walked to the bed, pulled the woman onto his back, and said to the crying wife: "Qingfeng, staying here is not good for my mother's health. Let's take her back first." Say it again."

"Yeah, yeah." Qingfeng nodded, hurriedly wiping his tears, and after Geng Jinhua carried the woman on his back, he walked in front and raised the door curtain for Geng Jinhua.

When leaving the kiln, no one came to stop her. Firstly, the manager took Geng Jinhua's money. Secondly, Qingfeng's mother was already dying and could no longer receive guests, so leaving her in the kiln was taking up space. Finally, she still It would be a waste of their energy to carry it and bury it, so they were eager for Geng Jinhua to leave with Qingfeng's mother.

In this way, Geng Jinhua carried the woman onto the carriage. After putting the woman away, Geng Jinhua and his wife guarded the woman together and ordered the carriage driver to drive slowly, for fear that the road would be too bumpy and would make Qingfeng's mother uncomfortable.

After returning to the small building, Geng Jinhua invited the doctor. When the doctor saw it, he shook his head, hid three feet away, and whispered to Geng Jinhua: "Master Geng, let's prepare for the funeral."

"Doctor, what disease does my mother have?"

The doctor hesitated to speak, and after thinking for a while, he quietly replied: "Hualiu." After saying that, he picked up the medicine box and left without paying for the consultation.

Geng Jinhua glanced at his wife. Qingfeng was wiping the wound on her mother's hand. He didn't hear what the doctor said. He was afraid that his wife would be uncomfortable and planned to hide it. When Qingfeng asked, he replied: "I've been living in that hut for too long. It's okay." Wind and cold." Qingfeng believed it and took great care of his mother. Geng Jinhua knew the danger of Hualiu disease but was unwilling to reveal it.

However, for some reason, this matter spread out and caused uproar all over the city. People said that the young master of the Geng family had picked up a woman from the brothel and thought he was his mother. Naturally, the news also reached the ears of Mr. Geng, who became very angry. : "What kind of scandal is this traitor going to do!"

"Master, calm down, I'm afraid Jinhua is buried in the bones." The third aunt tried to persuade her, but her heart was beating fast. Although she was angry, she didn't want to until she didn't know the reason. Let Master Geng have no more misunderstandings about his son.

Mr. Geng glanced at the third concubine and said angrily: "It's all you who spoiled me and made such a good son!"

"Yes, yes, it's all my fault. I'll go to the small building tomorrow and ask. I'll find out." The third aunt answered too obediently.

Mr. Geng closed his eyes and said stiffly: "You can go as you go. You don't need to tell me. That traitor is none of my business."

The third aunt knew that Mr. Geng was speaking angrily. How could he not care about his son? He was angry because he cared about his son. After all, the Geng family was a big family. Such rumors spread in the market. The woman suffering from the disease was kept in a small building, and the third aunt was also afraid that her son would have some shortcomings.

Early the next morning, the third aunt came to the small building alone. Qingfeng saw the third aunt coming and shouted happily: "Ji Hua, mother is here."

Upon hearing this, Geng Jinhua put down the foot-washing water for Qingfeng's mother and walked out. When he saw his third concubine, he had a smile on his face. "Mom, why are you here?"

"If I hadn't come, you might have done something outrageous." The third aunt covered her nose with a handkerchief. This small building was built on the lake. It was originally quite ventilated, but because Qingfeng's mother had Hualiu disease, that The bad smell never goes away.

Qingfeng wanted to say something, but couldn't. He smiled and said to Geng Jinhua: "Jinhua, you talk to my mother for a while, and I'll make tea for her."

"Yes." Geng Jinhua smiled and nodded, pulled the third aunt to sit on a chair, and asked with concern: "Mom, are you okay during this time?"

"Mom is fine."

"What about dad? Are you still angry with me?"