Chapter 68 Chapter 12 Finding Out the Cause

"I said, how can you not burn some paper money for your father on the Ghost Festival? The paper money in our village can't be burned well. You don't care about those water ghosts, why can't you spend money to buy some paper money for your father to burn?" Burn?" Hong Danian complained, "Even if you don't burn it, you have to tell me. Look at you, you made me look for the reason everywhere, and even invited Master Ma from Huamei Village. Paper money in the village can't be burned well. , why don’t you say a word. At worst, I’ll help you buy some paper money. Look at you! I can’t even say anything about you!”

Hong Danian rolled up his trousers, pointed to a bruise the size of a bowl on his thigh, and said, "Your father has become a thirsty ghost, look at my leg! My leg hurts more than a cat bone spur when I walk." When they came together just now, they found that there was something wrong with Hong Danian's walking. "Thirsty ghost?" Hong Jiafu's eyes widened in surprise, with an expression of disbelief. "You, you!" Hong Danian pointed at Hong Jiafu and kept shaking his fingers. "Impossible! No matter how stingy I am, I can't help but burn paper money for my father! I burned it. I want the calligraphy written by my son. If you don't believe me, ask my son, he hasn't gone to school yet. I really burned it .” Hong Jiafu swears.

"Did you burn paper money?" Hong Danian didn't believe it, and looked at him sideways. "Village chief, how can you not believe me? No matter how stingy I am, I will not burn paper on ghost festivals. This is unfilial, how dare I? I will ask my son to testify." Hong Jiafu turned his head and shouted to the back room , "Son, son, you haven't gone to school yet, come out and get off." Hong Jiafu's son ran out of the back room with a string of snot hanging on his nose, a yellow canvas schoolbag slung over his shoulder. Hong Jiafu stroked his son's round melon-like head, and asked gently, "Tell Uncle Hong, did your father burn paper money for grandpa?"

His son nodded, a little timid to see me and grandpa. "I still want the calligraphy on the cover that you wrote for me, don't you?" Hong Jiafu asked. His son nodded again, and said timidly: "Our school has a calligraphy class, and my father asked me to write it." Hong Danian deliberately gave his son a questioning look, and asked majestically: "Kids are not allowed to lie, tell your teacher if you lie!" His son immediately ran to the back room. While we were wondering, his son came out again, holding a handful of blank papers in his hand. "I didn't lie to you, look, I still have a few unfinished papers in the drawer." His son said while handing the blank paper to Hong Danian.My grandpa and I also leaned over to look at it immediately.

The white paper was crumpled, with childish calligraphy written on it. Hong Jiafu pointed to the white paper and said, "I didn't lie to you. Burning paper money is a big deal for the dead. Dare I not do it? You still don't believe me." This time the embarrassment was that it was Hong Da Nian, and he was flipping through the blank paper with a flushed face.He patted Hong Jiafu's son's canvas schoolbag, and said kindly: "You are a good boy, you are going to be late soon, go to school." The child wiped his nose with his hand and ran out quickly.The schoolbag swung up behind his buttocks.

I took out a blank piece of paper from Hong Danian's hand and looked at it. If I didn't look at it, I immediately discovered the same mistake I made before! "Look, look, this dragon character is written incorrectly." I pointed out the brush characters on the white paper to Grandpa and Hong Danian. "This dragon character is missing a stroke, and it has become a You character." When I was young, I also helped my father write the cover of the paper money, and my mother nagged beside me worriedly, don’t write the typos on it, otherwise the dead will think it’s not my own, and the paper money will not be received.Later, when my father checked it, he found that I had made a mistake, so he had to tear up the blank paper and write it again.