Chapter 489 Chapter 10 Recreating the Ghost Book

"Since he knows ghost books, he must be from the ancient Shui tribe." Grandpa said. I hurriedly followed up on what my grandfather said: "People from the aquarium...fish are also aquarium..." Grandpa gave me a thumbs up: "That's right. He regards the fish as his own people. He couldn't save all the fish, so he chose the biggest fish to save, that's why he saved the carp. " "Then what he said about spiritual pets are all nonsense?" I asked. "A carp corresponds to a green dragon, a cat corresponds to a white tiger, a rooster corresponds to a red bird, and a turtle corresponds to a basalt. This is true. It's just that these things just became an excuse for him to save the carp. On the other hand, because he knows so much, It further proves that he is not an ordinary person." Grandpa replied.

"Then he came to pay homage to Lin Jiazhu's tomb, did he have other intentions?" Grandpa shook the cloth and said, "This ghost book is for expelling ghosts and releasing ghosts. Could it be that his coming here this time is also related to ghosts? It's a pity that I don't know the characters in the ghost book. If your grandpa is still alive, maybe you can recognize." I said to my grandpa with relief: "It doesn't matter if we know each other or not. This ghost book is in our hands, and he doesn't know that we picked it up, so there is no way to make it bad." I went to grandpa Beside him, he patted Grandpa on the back and persuaded him, "Grandpa, just rest and stop thinking about these things."

Grandpa shook his head and said: "If he is really from the Shui tribe, then maybe he can write ghost books. This ghost book is lost, but there is no way to get rid of ghosts and release ghosts for a while. If he really can't find it, he can borrow it from the villagers. Just borrow the ink and the cloth, just write a new copy. Since he came here all the way, he must be prepared." I wanted to say, "Even if this has nothing to do with you", I swallowed the words. In the evening, as expected, some people from the village came to ask grandpa to borrow ink and inkstone.Grandpa understood two or three points in his heart, and still asked the visitor why he borrowed these two things.The villager said that someone found him during dinner, saying that he had come from a long way to look for relatives, but he didn't realize that his relatives were not there, and he had no place to rest, so he wanted to stay at his house.When the villagers agreed and gave up their seats to have dinner together, the lodger asked him if he had pens and inks at home.The villagers asked him what he wanted this for, and the lodger said he wanted to write a note and leave it at a relative's house, telling them that he had been here.

The villagers asked their children to give him the pens for homework.Unexpectedly, the man waved his hand away, saying that what he wanted was a brush and ink. The villagers still wondered, why do we need brushes and ink? The man replied that he had never been to a formal school since he was a child, and had been learning brush calligraphy from the elders in his family, and he couldn't even hold a pen in his hand. The villagers thought that it was fortunate that the child had also practiced writing brushes at school, and he happened to keep one at home, so he asked the child to get it, and moved out a bottle of ink that had not been used for half a year.

The man was overjoyed when he saw the brush, but he was in trouble when he saw the ink.He said that he likes to write on cloth strips, but the bottled ink is of poor quality, and it is easy to spend when writing on cloth strips, so it is necessary to use ink that is ground from an ink stick in an inkstone. It should be said that four or five years ago, there were very few old people in the village who used ink sticks and inkstones, and occasionally wrote couplets and congratulatory speeches for younger generations on weddings and funerals.But nowadays, almost no one uses writing brushes. When they need couplets, they go to a department store to buy a pair; broken.

The villagers thought of grandpa, because both grandpa and grandpa knew ancient books.He came to ask with the mentality of giving it a try. "I don't know if you still have those antiques in your home. If not, I'll go back and tell that person that I can't find them in the village." The villager said to his grandfather with a smile. I was about to ask the lodger if he looked like a monkey.Grandpa winked at me.I didn't ask. Grandpa went to the back room to feel for a long time, and finally touched the inkstone and ink sticks that had not been used for a long time on the top of the old wardrobe.He handed the inkstone and ink sticks to the villagers, and said with a smile, "Remember to return them after you use them up. Although I don't use them once or twice a year, I still rely on them to write when I burn paper during the Qingming Festival every year."

The villagers repeatedly said yes, and then babbled and said: "The things are still easy to use in previous years. Now the society is better, but things are getting worse and worse. Take the sickle as an example. In the past, a sickle can be used for many years. It is thick and sharp. .Now, several sickles will be worn out in one harvest. There are also matches. In the past, every match can be struck and ignited, but now half of a box of matches are useless, either not ignited, or broken." He also said Get used to turning matches into matches. Grandpa smiled and said, "Yes. Yes."

The person is still a mother-in-law: "There is also my son's pen. When we were young, my elder brother used it for his younger brother after school. Now the pen can't be used for a semester. Hey, this ink is also the same..." I quickly interrupted him and said first: "I'm afraid the people in your house are waiting in a hurry. Hurry up and send the inkstone and ink over there." I said while sending him out. The man was quite smart, pointing at me and laughing at his grandfather, "Look at your grandson, he must think I'm wordy. Okay, okay, I won't talk anymore, I'll send him the inkstone and ink sticks .” After speaking, he left happily.

At that time, the sky was already very dark, except for the things around the ground, everything around became blurred.Grandpa and I watched the man's back change from clear to blurred before returning to the house. Grandpa walked to the middle of the main room, stretched out his hand and turned on the light.The lamp was only five watts, and the light it emitted was yellowish, making the shadows of the tables and chairs faint, as if in a dream.As far as I can remember when I was a child, it seems that the lamp has never been replaced, and the upward side is always covered with a layer of light gray that seems to be indelible.And the plastic cord attached to the switch, I seem to have to tiptoe forever to reach it and turn the light on.I often think, if I grow taller, the plastic rope will shrink up a little?Is it intended to induce me to grow taller?

But grandpa never seemed to be struggling when pulling the lamp. I sometimes think that there may be many other mysteries in this old house.Once the old house is demolished, these mysteries will be buried forever. "You don't need to ask him, that's definitely the one who lodged. He borrowed those things to rewrite ghost books." Grandpa went to the wall and sat down on a chair. "Then why did you lend him the inkstone and ink stick?" I was puzzled.