Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 8188 Ghost thief
There is no such thing as rummaging through boxes and cabinets, or emptying out valuables. The messy scene looks like.

"Heifeng, what did you lose in this room?" Yang Huazhong was still looking around, and began to question him.

Heifeng raised his hand to stroke his messy hair, and still said in panic, "There seems to be no shortage of goods and money. The half bowl of braised pork that I didn't finish dinner on the table disappeared!"

What?
Is there no food like food again?
Yang Huazhong and Luo Tiejiang came to the table that Heifeng said, there were indeed several bowls on the table, one was filled with sauerkraut, the other was stinky tofu, and there was an empty bowl.

There was a circle of white lard left in the empty bowl, which looked like stolen braised pork oil.

"How did you find out that the meat was stolen?" Yang Huazhong asked Heifeng again.

Heifeng recalled the previous incident, but he was still palpitating and uneasy, and stammered: "I drank a lot of water last night, and I got up to pee at dawn, and after peeing, I was thirsty again, so I came to the main room to pour tea. I found that the cover on the table was overturned and fell to the ground. I thought it was a stray cat that came in and knocked it over, but when I bent down to pick it up, I found that the braised pork in the bowl was gone..."

"Could it be a wild cat?" Yang Huazhong turned his head to discuss with Blacksmith Luo in a low voice.

Just when Yang Huazhong was asking Hei Fengna, Blacksmith Luo was carefully checking the doors and windows.

Now he returned to Yang Huazhong and said, "I've seen that the doors and windows are tightly fastened, and they can't be opened from the outside. Even a cat can't get in."

"It's a ghost, it's a ghost who stole it!"

Heifeng cried out suddenly, with disheveled hair and staring eyes, she looked more like a female ghost in the main room where the candlelight was dancing.

Both Yang Huazhong and Luo Tiejiang felt a chill down their backs for no reason.

"That's nonsense from the villagers, don't talk nonsense!" Yang Huazhong scolded Heifeng severely.

Heifeng shook his head vigorously, "Uncle Lizheng, I'm really not talking nonsense, I picked this up under the cover..."

Early in the morning, Yang Huazhong and Luo Tiejiang went home to take a bath, changed their clothes, and made a few casual breakfasts. The two came to the village in a hurry.

A few village elders and those inspectors were called together to discuss matters in the ancestral ancestral hall.

"How was your inspection last night? Did you find anything unusual?" Yang Huazhong first asked a few inspectors.

Several patrolling people looked at each other and shook their heads.

"When we inspected last night, according to your instructions, Uncle Lizheng, we focused on inspecting some places, but we didn't find anyone acting suspicious."

"This morning, I didn't hear that anyone's house was stolen. I think the thief should have been scared back again."

Usually, if someone's home is stolen, someone will tell the story in the village the next day, and soon the news will spread to the whole village like a thunderbolt.

But this morning, the village did not hear those rumors, and the patrolling officers secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Several village elders also nodded secretly.

However, Yang Huazhong looked solemnly, looked around with majestic eyes, and said to everyone: "Don't be too happy here, last night, that thief appeared again."

"What? There are thieves again? Whose house? Why haven't you heard of it?"

The crowd was in an uproar.

Yang Huazhong sighed, "Heifeng's family, I suppressed her and didn't let her speak out!"

"Heifeng's house?" Everyone was in an uproar again, "Her family runs a grocery store, why was it stolen? Isn't it a big loss?"

"I didn't lose anything in the grocery store, but half a bowl of braised pork from last night was missing!" Yang Huazhong said.

"Half a bowl of braised pork?"

Everyone was stunned again, and then fell into confusion and helplessness.

It feels like you squeezed your fist to hit the air, but you can't hit anything, and you don't know which direction to exert your force.

But that thing is pervasive, everywhere.

"My God, why is it like this again?"

"Thief, this is left behind."

Yang Huazhong took out something and handed it to the village elder who was the leader.

The village elder in the head trembled his fingers when he saw the thing in his hand. The thing fell to the ground, was picked up by the wind that came in from the courtyard of the ancestral hall, and spun and floated in front of everyone.

Except for Yang Huazhong and Luo Tiejiang who knew in advance, everyone stretched their necks to look at the thing left by the thief, trying to find out the identity of the thief by peeling off the cocoons through the thing.

As a result, when they saw the thing floating in front of them, their faces turned pale with fright, and they all backed away, for fear that the thing would get on them.

In the end, Blacksmith Luo rushed forward, grabbed the thing dancing in mid-air, tore it into pieces and threw it out of the ancestral hall.

After he finished all this, the other people in the main room recovered from their panic.

"I didn't see it just now, did I? Is that paper money?"

"You didn't look at the flowers, it's just paper money, the kind used by the dead!"

"What's the situation? Why is there such an unlucky thing?"

"Could it be that the starving ghost came out to steal things?"

"If you leave paper money, it's not stealing, it's buying..."

"Whether he steals or sells, it's scary!"

……

Yang Huazhong called everyone to the ancestral hall for this small-scale meeting, just to see what they think of this matter, and then discuss a way to deal with it.

As a result, everyone was talking about this and that, all expressing their shock and fear, panic and helplessness, and they couldn't come up with a practical countermeasure after tossing for a long time.

There were even two village elders who suggested whether to invite Daoist Yuan to come to the village for help. Some fields are beyond the scope of their abilities, so they should invite experts to do it.

Yang Huazhong was furious when he heard that, he spent so much time trying to find the thief, not to further expand the alarmist rumors of ghosts.

"Everyone should be firm in their opinions, and don't get confused when they see this piece of paper money," Yang Huazhong said with a dark face.

"I called the big guys here to discuss countermeasures, not to listen to what you said,"

"What happened to a piece of paper money? Is it possible that some people deliberately created panic, so they were fooled?"

"This kind of paper money, can you just go to the coffin shop and buy a bunch? Are you scared?"

Everyone was silent.

But Yang Huazhong knew that they didn't fully listen to his words, and they must still have other small calculations in their minds.

Yang Huazhong then named one of the village elders: "Uncle, you are also an old man in your sixties. You have been through the stormy wind and waves for most of your life. You pat your chest and tell everyone, have you ever seen a ghost come out with your own eyes?" Stealing from the living?"

The village elder who was named was stunned. He couldn't open his eyes and talk nonsense in front of everyone's eyes.

"How should I put it, I've heard a lot of rumors about it, but I really haven't seen it with my own eyes!"

(End of this chapter)