Shishi hugged her stomach and laughed heartily.
"You stinky egg, are you trying to scare them to death?"
"Dad, those two old people are almost scared to death."
"My aunt's ex-husband's eyes were just as big as Xie Da's eyes."
"My aunt's younger brother's teeth are chattering."
"And another one, the sister-in-law whose skin has expired has turned white."
The patriarch didn't seem to care much, saying, "It's alright, a little scare will make you more energetic."
Song Yingchun: ...Was he serious? Those five people looked energetic, even though they had all bent over.
She assumed that this group of people had suddenly appeared and helped her, and that their methods were so violent that they had frightened the five men.
But what's wrong with Zhao Ping? Why did she say there was no one else in the yard?
Are the boss and I, along with the other seven, not human?
Zhao Tiejun and his four companions were also puzzled. Why did they roll their eyes after counting the shadows in the sunlight?
The enormous and tiny creatures posed in a circle, some with chicken heads and snake bodies, others with tiger heads and bear tails, before their heads and bodies separated, transforming into other ferocious species.
Song Yingchun couldn't see the clowns, nor could she understand why Zhao Ping was so blind to the truth.
"Boss, is Zhao Ping possessed? We're right here, why can't she see us?"
"Because she was drugged."
"Hallucinogenic drugs? Where?"
"That's the grass on the gate."
Song Yingchun didn't recognize the herbs; she only knew that no matter how she looked at them, the green, thin-leaved plants hanging on the courtyard gate looked like weeds, exactly the same as the weeds on the ground.
However, the people Zhao Ping called over one after another seemed to be inspecting the weeds to see if they were hallucinogenic drugs, and none of them could see the eight of them.
She had no choice but to believe it.
Among the people Zhao Ping called was an elderly woman who knew a little about traditional Chinese medicine. She woke up the five people by pressing their philtrum.
Zhao Tiejun woke up groggily and could no longer see the eight people. He even wondered if he had lost his mind.
He asked the old woman, He Zhaodi, if she had left with those seven strangers, but the old woman was puzzled.
“When we arrived, only Zhao Ping was here watching you; we didn’t see anyone else.”
Zhao Tiejun trembled again. Could it be...?
"Xiaoping, why are you taking so long? Aren't you rushing to catch the train? If you keep dawdling, you'll miss it. Hurry up and take Tiejun home for dinner. We've prepared some food for the journey."
"Tiejun, take your luggage with you so you don't have to make another trip."
Zhao Ping's biological mother rushed over and saw a lot of people gathered around Zhao Tiejun's house. She asked and found out that the mother and son, along with the He family, had all fainted.
She frowned, but didn't say anything more, lest she cause any more trouble and delay things, and then dismissed everyone.
"Tiejun, Xiaoping, hurry up."
After experiencing nearly three times the amount of ghosts, the three members of the He family had lost their initial arrogance. They no longer cared about money; they were only afraid of being targeted by ghosts, so they tucked their tails between their legs and ran away.
Zhao Tiejun was unwilling to bring up the embarrassing incident again. He had been a soldier and was actually an atheist, but what had just happened completely overturned his understanding.
He grabbed his pre-packed luggage and headed to Zhao Ping's house without looking back, but was intercepted halfway by a junior cadre from the village branch.
"Zhao Tiejun, the branch has your phone number. They will call back in ten minutes and say that you and your family should answer the call together."
Intuitively, they sensed it was related to work in Beijing, and the two were overjoyed, rushing over there.
However, when they arrived at the village branch, the eight people reappeared, all sitting on stone benches under the tree, each with their hands supporting their chins, from tallest to shortest. They didn't seem to have come for any reason, but rather to join in the fun.
Seeing no shadows under the trees, Zhao Tiejun's heart skipped a beat. He asked uncertainly, "Xiaoping, did you see them this time?"
Zhao Ping glared at her ex-wife and used the back of her hand to touch Zhao Tiejun's forehead.
"Brother Tiejun, are you sick or are you seeing things? There's such a big group of people, my eyes aren't blind, how could I not see them?"
Zhao Tiejun thought to himself: You just went blind once.
Yes, you can see it. That's good, it means it's not a ghost.
Whew~, he must have been dizzy from being pressed down by the door and that's why he was hallucinating. It really scared him to death.
Zhao's mother, who arrived later, had the same reaction as him; she reflexively grabbed Zhao Pingniang's arm.
"Little Pingniang, do you see anyone here? How many?"
Zhao Pingniang glanced at Song Yingchun indifferently, then counted in her mind, "Including your former daughter-in-law, there are eight people in total. What's wrong? Do you know them?"
When did He Zhaodi meet someone with such good qualities?
Didn't they say they were getting a divorce? Why is she still staying in the village?
Do you still want to cling to Zhao Tiejun?
No, Zhao Tiejun is already her son-in-law, and he's taking his daughter to Beijing today. Xiaoping will have a bright future and a good life. How could He Zhaodi be worthy of him?
"In-laws, come in. Tie Jun and Xiao Ping's good days are yet to come."
She deliberately raised her voice, hoping to discourage He Zhaodi.
But they didn't even glance at her, only staring at the door of the village branch office.
As the village chief's wife, her mindset is too ugly; it's not worth wasting energy paying attention to her.
Feeling bored, Zhao Pingniang swayed her thick waist as she strode into the office.
Finally, something interesting happened. The gossip team quickly moved to the office door, their heads piled up like a human pyramid.
Their movements were very skillful, and the order was not disrupted by the large number of people, as if they had done it countless times.
Song Yingchun followed the custom and joined the team, but she was the last one to join. The top layer was occupied by the tallest patriarch, so she couldn't fold the top layer and it was inconvenient for her. She had to squat down below the youngest member, Xiao Liu, as the bottom layer.
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