I haven't heard this title for a long time.

Qin Kun still missed him a little while his face was dark, but naturally he could not show his usual expression.

"What's wrong with Han Miao? Are you looking at it?"

Taking advantage of the surprise of the two, Qin Kun changed the topic.

Ning Buwei was smoking a dry tobacco again, squatting on the ground without saying a word, while Ma Xiaohua replied: "Boss, look, this is Han Miao's shoe print."

The footprints on the ridge of the field were moving forward and sank into the smoke. Qin Kun didn't understand: "Is there any special place for this shoe printing?"

"Yes! You'll know if you step on it."

Qin Kun stepped on it, Han Miao's feet were very big, almost a finger bigger than Qin Kun. Qin Kun stood there, and Ma Xiaohua asked him to walk forward.

"Original, go forward. If you don't want to go, remember to retreat the same way, don't step on the wrong one."

"Ah? Oh."

Qin Kun followed and moved forward slowly.

Following the footprints, Qin Kun walked a hundred steps and found that the smoke was dim. He turned around and asked, "How far do you have to go?"

When he turned around, he would rather not see Ma Xiaohua than see him.

Where is the person?

Qin Kun wondered, and looked at the village again, the lights were pitch black.

I saw the ghost, it was still on, is there a power outage?

Not only the lights in the village are gone, but the road ahead is gone.

Qin Kun looked around in confusion.

"This is not Donghan Village..."

Qin Kun frowned and suddenly saw a person appearing from the field beside him. He held up a hoe and shouted in his hometown accent: "Who are you? What are you doing in our Donghan Village!"

Qin Kun was stunned.

It's impossible.

I remember that there is a highway next to Han Miao’s fields. You don’t even have any hair here and there are a few more graves. How could it be Donghan Village?

Under the moonlight, Qin Kun was regarded as a thief, but he was not panicked at all: "I don't know you anymore?! I'll see clearly with my eyes wide!"

Qin Kun took the initiative to take the initiative, took out his cell phone, turned on the flashlight and shone it over.

A rural old man raised his hand to block his eyes, and shouted, "What are you scattering randomly!"

"Who are you?"

"I am Han Youfu!"

"What are you doing?"

"I'm hungry, dig some sweet potatoes!"

“Where is the sweet potato?”

“It’s roasting in the fire!”

“Not baked yet?”

"It's almost done..."

Han Youfu didn't know who this Jima was. His accent was far from that of the locals, but he couldn't even ask.

Qin Kun turned off the flashlight. In the dark fields, only wheat straw emitted some light. Qin Kun touched a cigarette and lit it, and handed Han Youfu one more.

"Hold it! Can you still harm you? This is a good cigarette!"

The other party squatted beside him, and Han Youfu shrank his neck and sniffed it.

So beautiful...

These cigarette holders are different from what they sell in the town.

"Uncle Youfu, do you usually wear this outfit?"

Qin Kun asked quietly, as if a cigarette had pulled the distance closer. Han Youfu scratched his head and said, "That's not, mud legs are falling down the ground, and wearing too warmly will also affect work."

The other party’s dress is not the contemporary dress.

Qin Kun looked at the military green clothes. This was the most popular clothes in the village back then, and his grandfather also had this outfit.

Not many modern people wear this outfit.

"I am Xiao Qin, from the next village. I have been abroad with my family a long time ago. I'm just back. I want to see what changes are going on in our villages."

"Hey! Those who went abroad are promising!" Han Youfu said with a smoke, "What changes can happen in our place? We have been full and well-dressed over the years. It would be great if the county could build a road for our village, but it would be better abroad."

"That's not necessarily."

Qin Kun sneered and found that Han Youfu pulled out a few sweet potatoes from the fire. The dark and hot sweet potatoes were peeled and the fragrance immediately overflowed.

"Xiao Qin, wrap it with the newspaper."

Qin Kun received the newspaper and found that it was still very new, at least half a year, and the date on it was 1985.

"Eat it, it's very delicious!"

Han Youfu bumped into Qin Kun, and Qin Kun came to his senses: "I won't eat anymore, it's time for me to leave."

Qin Kun pulled out a few cigarettes and gave them to Han Youfu, and waved goodbye: "Uncle Youfu, don't worry, the road will be repaired and will lead to the city. Farm with peace of mind, the moon abroad is not as round as the hometown!"

ah?

Han Youfu was puzzled and didn't know what Qin Kun was saying. When he gave him a few good cigarettes, he replied, "I understand, go home more often if you have nothing to do!"

The wind blew, and the smoke from the wheat straw stormed and enveloped the ridges again. Qin Kun stepped on his footprints and disappeared backwards.

...

Han Miao was squatting on the ground and smoking a cigarette. Ma Xiaohua looked anxiously at the disappearing Qin Kun, and a young man sat dejectedly on the ground.

"Uncle Ning, why haven't you left yet?"

"Wait for someone."

"Who are you waiting for? I want to go home."

"That person is looking for you!"

"Uncle Ning, haven't you seen it yet? I'm a ghost! Every day, as long as I burn straw, I'll be gone as I walk, and then I come to a strange place and get caught in the field to work. If I don't work, they beat me, and my family's work hasn't been finished yet! You see, I've beat me..."

The young man pointed at the wound on his round face and the earthen marks behind him, and he was obviously photographed by someone.

I would rather not sigh for a little, but at the same time I felt that young people are also very nervous.

"Shuiwazi, you know that you have been tragically ill. You still go to the fields to work every day and drill into straw cigarettes... Are you stupid?"

"Uncle Ning, this road is close. I can't stop going to the ground, right? The village has collected wheat and corn, but my family has not collected it. Can't I rely on my father?"

Han Miao asked with a hard neck, Ning Buwei was almost angry and laughed.

"Gonggui, I'm too lazy to talk nonsense to you."

"Mrs. Ma, you have hinted to me before, saying that I have suffered unclean things, so you should help me. If you don't collect them, the landlord will be in trouble."

Seeing that Ning ignored him, Han Miao turned to look at Ma Xiaohua.

Ma Xiaohua sighed and said, "You have suffered from unclean things, but it is a bit rare. There are three incense sticks on the fairy grave, and ghosts and monsters avoid both sides. I lit the incense to ensure that your house is safe, but you have to stay at home. Who can protect you when you are old?"

Ma Xiaohua was not confident. She couldn't figure out whether this was a ghost or not. It was too evil.

It is true that there is ghost energy here. I and Ning Buwei can also feel that the Yin and Yang wall seem to be broken, but Han Miao can come back every time he disappears, and there is no ghost energy on his body.

What's going on...

"Okay, don't yell, let Han Yao teach you again!" Ning Bubang curled his lips and stopped Han Miao's silence.

When Han Miao heard his younger brother's name, he felt a little disgusted.

My younger brother's life was not good since childhood. The fortune teller said that he punished his wife and defeated the family. He needed to accumulate good deeds and noble people to resolve the problem. When he was in middle school, he was taken away by a novice craftsman and took him away. The man was Ning Bo.

Within a few years, my brother's fate seemed to have improved, and his family's life became more prosperous. Han Yao earned money to help him.

My parents still couldn't bear to part with my younger son. Han Yao had only worked with Ning Bo for a few years, so they told Han Yao about his wife and forced Han Yao to come back. After all, being a disciple in the funeral business is a bit unlucky.

However, before he came back, something happened to his wife's house and some strange things happened one after another.

Han Yao had to leave again.

Han Yao has hardly come back in recent years, but most of his salary is sent to his home. The whole family feels that he owes him, and Han Miao has the same idea.

His house was built by his parents, but in the final analysis it was the money sent by his younger brother. He always felt that he had no confidence in front of Han Yao.

When Ning Bo mentioned Han Yao's name, Han Miao flattered his mouth and said, "It's hard to say this if you say something... You know I'm afraid of my brother."

"You still know you're afraid? Your brother heard that something happened to you and invited all his most powerful friends. If you don't wait here, why are you going home?"

"Of course I have to go home to sleep... I have to collect the floor when I get up tomorrow morning..." Han Miao said aggrievedly.
To be continued...