Soul Ghost

Chapter 4

He looked up at me, absent-minded and weary. "Nanping, what's the matter?" He was used to calling me head of a village when he was at work, but today he nicknamed me as usual. I was a little surprised, but I didn't take it to heart. I just said, "Let's have a meeting at 10 o'clock today to discuss the development of Clear Spring Village. The four hundred thousand Yuan above should be transferred in a week. We have to pay the payment immediately after the payment is in place. The sooner the better. You should have a clear idea."

The Changhe said indifferently, "Oh!" It lowered its head again.

At this time, Xiao Wang came in from the outside. Xiao Wang's situation was a little better, but it was believed that the shock of the night before yesterday had more or less left a shadow in his heart. I said, "Xiao Wang, remember to inform me at 10 o'clock."

Regardless of the consequences of the shock we received the night before yesterday, we still had to proceed with normal tasks. Moreover, only when we were busy with our work would we be able to truly forget that scene. Speaking of superstition, Little Wang and I should not have believed it. We had received economic documents, so how would we believe in the information related to chasing after someone? If it was during normal times, it would just be a joke. However, the events that happened the night before yesterday were too bizarre. It seemed that this was the only way to explain it.

The meeting had been going on at 12 o'clock. Xiao Wang had always been a wise man, but he was silent today. He didn't make a plan until midnight. I didn't think it was enough, so I wanted to talk about it again. But it was time to get off work, so I had to find more time. The ocean-going project had been approved, so I had to talk about it again tomorrow.

Back in the dormitory, he still made a phone call to ask them to bring him lunch.

Hanging up the phone, I put down the materials on the table. Then I took out the backbone of the Clear Spring Village to modify the previous plan. Originally, I planned to modify the asphalt road at the head of the village to develop the economy. Building the roads was the key, but the specific route had not been confirmed yet. I called Little Wang to come over. He should not have taken the lunch break. But I didn't like to drag him down with me. Besides, I wanted to talk to him. We are all from the countryside and will not be affected by the local customs. Little Wang was greatly frightened. I had to comfort him. I didn't want him to affect his working mood because of the strange image.

There was a knock on my door. "Come in!" I barked without even raising my head.

Drawing out the cement road with pencils and repairing the road, I said, "Little Wang, can you see how the cement road in Quan Gang Village is built on this road?"

"Hehe!" A soft and gentle laughter rang out. I turned my head in surprise, however, behind me was actually Zi Yue. Zi Yue smiled as she naughtily said,"I don't want to participate in the government secrets. Don't make things difficult for me, Village Head Su."

I put down the pen and turned to her with interest. Then I smiled and said, "I didn't expect to see you here!"

"Why didn't I think of it? Dad's business is currently busy, so of course, I'm the only one who's coming."

"So, you're not angry anymore?"

Zi Yue slightly lowered her head, a flush of redness appearing on her face. Her action was extremely beautiful, as if it was the poem Xu Zhimo had written, "The most gentle and gentle way of bowing one's head is the bashfulness that a water lotus can't handle. I'm not studying Chinese, and I originally didn't know much about poetry either, but now, these words have come floating up and down on my mind for no reason at all. It seems like only this verse can describe Zi Yue's current gentleness. I looked at her face like that and my thoughts paused for five seconds. However, Zi Yue immediately raised her eyebrows, "Originally, I was very angry, but when I saw you in a daze yesterday, I thought that it was you who had lost your mind. So I won't argue with you!"

"Ghost!" Zi Yue actually mentioned this word again. Although it was noon, my face was still unnaturally stiff. I said slowly, "Or perhaps I'm really possessed by the devil!"

Zi Yue glared at me, her face turning even redder, as beautiful as the clouds in the western sky. I think she's mistaken. No one would believe what she experienced the night before yesterday, even if Zi Yue was smart. She said in a generous tone, "Alright, village head, the food is here. You've already used the table, where should I put it for you?"

I stood up and kept the blueprints and materials, then emptied the table. Looking at Zi Yue's figure, a wave of tenderness arose in my heart. There was a type of illusion, this type of feeling was truly warm, as if it had the feeling of home. As I thought about it, it felt like a warm current slowly flowing into a dry lake of heart, a warm feeling that made me feel intoxicated. However, I still didn't say anything. The image that I saw actually changed my way of thinking. Zi Yue smiled sweetly at me, "I won't disturb you anymore, I have to go back and help dad."

###Chapter4,A Terrifying Dream

In the afternoon, someone knocked on the door when I saw the Concerned of the spring ridge. I looked up and saw the young lord at the door saying, "Hey, village chief, this is the villager of Clearwater Village. He wants you to get the approval to build a house." A man in his forties came in.

"Come in!" I said. Then my eyes turned back to the drawings.

"Hello, village chief, I'm Zhang Qingyang, a villager of Clearwater Village. I want to build a house. You can give me the land!" With that, he handed over the foundation and the registration book. In fact, he passed the test and was only waiting to make a seal here. I raised my head and looked at him. His face was simple and honest, but there was a flash of surprise in his eyes. What was he surprised about? Didn't he expect that the village chief was so young?

I looked at his application carefully, took out the seal, and gave it to him. When I looked up, I saw him staring at me in a daze, and he didn't even realize what I was doing.

My name is Zhang Qingyang!

He was stunned for a moment and came to his senses. With a puzzled face, he reached out to take it, but there was no joy on his face. I looked at him strangely and asked, "What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?" He shook his head and said, "No, no, thank you, Village Magistrate!!"

I smiled gently. The villagers were very kind and kind-hearted, and they were grateful that we really worked for them. In fact, this was also what we had done. "It's better to go home and sell sweet potatoes than to be an official!" I looked down at my documents and heard him saying as he walked out, "You are busy, I am leaving!"

In the evening, we went to an ocean-crossing house together. It was a small social meetup. Changhe was scared. He insisted on coming back early. He called his wife and refused to let the river go back.

After all, Zhang Yanghai was responsible for carrying out propaganda activities. He was good at controlling and provoking people's emotions. He made fun of Jiang Changhe and Wang because they were in a bad mood. His mother and wife were preparing dinner in the kitchen, and Uncle Zhang greeted us in front of the door with a long-stemmed cigarette. After chatting with Uncle Zhang, we sat down in the house.

Under the influence of Zhang our ocean-going emotions, I believe that the river and the little king have already forgotten what they saw last night, and the little king even began to hum.

At six o'clock, Mr. Zhang and our ocean sweetheart bowed to our "ancestors" and we began to eat.

Naturally, they chatted while eating and chatting. As the conversation went on, it came to the point of romance. Xiao Wang asked strangely, "Tomorrow-going, did you say that your ancestor is back? You haven't met him yet. How do you know that he is back?"

Zhang Yanghai was stunned. He didn't expect that Xiao Wang would ask this question. He took a sip of wine and said, "Actually, I'm not too sure. You don't know that this custom is passed down from the previous generation. No one has ever seen it. But we'd rather believe it than ignore it. It's just a banquet. Besides, we've eaten it ourselves. Be at ease."

Uncle Zhang also said, "Yes, this habit becomes a tradition. Since every family agrees with it, it will continue to be passed down. Many things don't know where they come from!"

Xiaowang said thoughtfully, "Has anyone ever seen it?"

There was a trace of doubt in Changhe's eyes when he looked at the little king. He must know a lot about the local customs, like ocean-crossing. It was inappropriate to ask the question at an ocean-going host's banquet, but he wanted to know, so he didn't interrupt.

Uncle Zhang looked at me and smiled. In his heart, I was kind of a big shot in this town. Although little Wang's problem was not suitable for him, he was not too out of line. In this place, even if he didn't show face to little Wang, he had to show me some respect. Uncle Zhang thought for a moment and said, "I haven't heard of him lately. Thirty years ago, people said that he didn't do much at the far-seeing village. It used to be a barren mountain. A thief would cut down a person's head every night, without a gun or a sword. He killed too many people. And every night, those ghosts from the alien land appeared there and disturbed the village. Later, a Taoist priest came. He looked at the terrain there carefully. He said that the villagers were poor when they died, but he could subdue them without destroying them. He used some methods, and the village became peaceful. However, in the late July, it was still gloomy. No one dared to walk that road in the deep night. However, people didn't dare to see those strange things. It's said that they would do anything they wanted. It's because of the previous life and the present life."

Xiao Wang's eyes began to widen, "Cut off the man's head with a knife???"

What they saw was a projection without a head.

Uncle Zhang burst into laughter and said, "This is the story that my grandfather told me. Haha, I was only seven years old at that time, and I was very naughty. When I ran away, I lost my shadow. My grandfather couldn't find me, so he was worried and tried to coax me with stories. As for whether it was true or not, nobody knew."

Zhang Yanghai took a bite of the food and smiled. "The Zhang Qingyang from Clearwater Village is the descendant of the Taoist priest. Hee hee!"

Hearing this, Xiao Wang immediately grabbed Zhang Yanghai's arm and asked, "What did you say? Clean Water Village? Zhang Qingyang?"

Zhang Yang looked at Wang Xiaowang doubtfully. His eyes shifted to Wang Xiaowang's tightly held sleeve and then to Wang Xiao's face. He joked, "Oh, Wang Xiao, I'm talking about the descendant of that Taoist priest. I've heard the story about him when he was a child, but Zhang Qingyang didn't admit it! Why are you looking for the descendant of that Taoist priest? Do you want to be his master?"