Chapter 172 Chapter Ten: The Treasure of the Toilet

Xuan Po went to bed early due to exhaustion, but although Grandpa worked in the paddy field, he couldn't sleep that night.He knew from the election woman that the red-haired ghost had encountered new troubles. A person who called himself a "noble Taoist priest" came to visit suddenly, and another election woman grabbed a chain that didn't cause any burns but caused the red-haired ghost terribly painful. Noble Taoist?Never heard of this guy.According to his appearance described by Xuan Po, he should be an elderly person.Now that you are old, you should have heard of it a little bit.But why has never heard of this person?Why did he just arrive at the house of the red-haired ghost at the night when the womanizer was looking for him?These questions lingered in Grandpa's head.As soon as Grandpa closed his eyes, the woman who was standing naked on the ground came to mind again.

Also, is the story told by the "noble Taoist priest" true or false?And the silver coin he mentioned, I seem to have seen a silver coin, I don't know if it is the same one.Although I have seen a silver coin, I can't remember where or when I saw it.After all, people are old, and their memory is far worse than before.Can a mere silver coin have the same function as a demanding resurrection land?If it is true, how did this Taoist know that this time is quite far away? Many question marks were knotted in Grandpa's head, which made him sleepless at all. Grandpa got up from the already warm quilt, looked at the washbasin filled with half a basin of warm water, soaked his feet for half an hour, finally gathered a little drowsiness, unexpectedly, when he was about to take off his clothes, his stomach suddenly growled for a while.

"It's over, I have a stomachache." Grandpa said to himself. Grandma heard this, and reprimanded angrily: "I told you not to walk around outside last night, but you didn't listen to me. You really have a stomachache now! You deserve it!" Grandpa nodded embarrassingly, clutching his stomach and hurriedly ran to the toilet. At that time, no matter whether it was in the city or the country, the concept of toilet paper did not seem to exist, and book paper was generally used to go to the toilet.Some families have children who have not yet gone to school or have not gone to school, and even picked pumpkin leaves to make ends meet.

Grandpa squatted in the toilet for a long time before his stomach felt a little better.He randomly pulled out a piece of paper from the gap in the earth wall and kneaded it softly.Because the book paper will be bitten by mice if it is placed properly, people stuff the paper in the gaps in the earthen walls and pull it out when it is needed.This was the custom of the countryside at that time. When grandpa was rubbing the book paper, his eyes inadvertently glanced at the few brush characters on the book paper.With this glance, his eyes never left.Isn't this father's handwriting?What surprised him even more was that the words "women's sensuality" happened to be among the glimpsed characters.Grandpa was startled, and hastily spread out the paper, looking at the snow-white moonlight.Although my grandfather is old, his eyesight is much better than mine at that time.

He just squatted like that, carefully reading the calligraphy on the crumpled book paper under the moonlight.All of a sudden, the surroundings became quiet, and even the grasshoppers in the corner stopped chirping.Grandpa looked at the words on the paper with a single-minded expression, his eyebrows furrowed tightly. After reading the words on the book paper, Grandpa hastily pulled out another ball of paper from another gap in the earth wall.This time, he was not in a hurry to rub the soft paper, but squinted his eyes to look carefully, and then stuffed it into his pocket.He pulled out another ball of paper from one place, repeating the previous action.While repeating this action endlessly, Grandpa shouted, "Hey, my wife, bring me some toilet paper!"

Grandma responded impatiently at this time: "Isn't there toilet paper everywhere in the toilet? What else do you want me to give?" Grandpa's stomach groaned a few more times. Grandpa stopped moving, rubbed his stomach, and shouted with trembling teeth: "These are treasures! They can't be used anymore! Bring toilet paper!" Find other gaps in the earth wall. "There is no treasure in the latrine! Do you think the paper is too hard? You can use it when it is soft. It is cold at night, and I don't want to get up. Don't you old man want to torture me!" Although grandma said so, But people have already got up, looking for the small print book that uncle has finished writing on the table.

That night, grandpa spent half an hour soaking in the water for nothing. He lit the lamp, put the crumpled toilet paper under the swaying flame, and pointed to the vigorous brush on it to write every word. Look, followed by a small voice in his mouth. "What is it? It's so important?" Grandma leaned over to look, but her eyes were much worse than Grandpa's, and she could only see balls of black ink. Grandpa turned around and helped grandma away, and said, "This is a precious thing left by my father, even more precious than your jade bracelet." "More precious than this jade bracelet?" Grandma sat beside obediently, looking down at the jade bracelet on her hand.That jade bracelet is a family heirloom handed down from grandpa's grandpa.The quality of the jade is nothing special, but the center of the jade is filled with blood threads, and a blood-like liquid circulates in it.Later, when my uncle got married, my grandmother passed the bloodshot bracelet to my aunt, but my aunt and uncle threw it on the ground during a quarrel, and the bracelet broke into several pieces, and all the liquid inside was lost.

Grandpa looked at the toilet paper and asked, "When did these papers get stuffed into the toilet?" Grandma thought for a while, but shook her head, and said, "How do I remember? Before your father passed away, there was a lot of paper stuffed in the latrine, and some used ones and new ones were stuffed in later." Grandma straightened Looking at the toilet paper under the lamp, he asked in confusion, "What is it? Are these papers still useful?" Grandpa flicked the flower on the lamp with his fingers, and the fire became brighter.Grandpa looked at the jumping flames and said, "Why is it useless? It is very useful. But forget about the lost ones. Tomorrow, help me look in the next house to see if there is any book paper with the same handwriting." The house next door was where my grandfather lived.

"Yes." Grandma agreed. "Go to bed first, I'll take a good look at these things and arrange the order." Grandpa waved to grandma. Grandma added some kerosene to the lamp and went to sleep. Staring at the toilet paper under the light, Grandpa sometimes looked nervous and sometimes stretched his eyebrows. He put away all the ones he had seen, and piled up the ones he hadn’t seen on the other side of the lamp.Because the paper is all in clumps, there are not many sheets even if the pile is so high.But the calligraphy on the paper is a little more detailed.Many small winged insects flew out from the dark corners of the room and danced around the flame of the lamp.