Nan Guodou shook his head again.
Running all night, coupled with the injuries from falling off the horse, made it difficult for him to continue.
My legs felt like they weighed a thousand pounds, and my throat was dry.
The food and water bag were taken away by the official horse, and he had no way to replenish his strength.
There was a small river not far away, but the water was so muddy that Nan Guodou didn't want to get close to it.
No way…
Time to take a break...
Looking from a distance, he saw a manor ahead. He decided to go there and stay for a while and get a bowl of water.
The manor looked not far away, but it took Nan Guodou a long time to walk there.
When he approached the manor, he found that it was quite large.
A huge plaque told Nan Guodou that Zhuangzi was called Mengpo Zhuang.
The surname Meng reminded Nan Guodou of his deceased daughter-in-law...
When I think of my wife, I think of that Minotaur...
Nan Guodou shook his head again, trying to clear his mind of unnecessary thoughts...
Why would you miss her? You can tell this plaque has been hanging there for who knows how many years. What does it have to do with her?
The most important thing is to quickly get a bowl of water, take a rest, and continue on your way.
When he reached the door, Nan Guodou's expression became strange.
In front of Mengpo Village, there is a wooden board with a line of words written on it.
"Soup is fifty coins a bowl."
He has seen a lot of this kind of thing.
After all, there are always people coming to the gate to ask for food, and some people are annoyed by it, so they deliberately leave messages.
But the effect is mostly not good.
After all, most people who can read can make a living, and those who are so poor that they have to beg for soup are generally illiterate.
but……
Fifty cents a bowl is a bit too much, isn't it?
Why don't you go grab it! ?
His throat felt like it was on fire, and he really didn't want to leave. He gritted his teeth and finally went up to knock on the door.
"Is the master here? Please be kind and give this thirsty traveler a drink of water."
"Squeak."
The door of Mengpo Manor slowly opened, and a woman with white hair and an oppressive look stuck her face out. She looked at Nan Guodou with a frown and said coldly.
"Thirsty traveler, don't even think of getting free food and drink."
"Today is the Ghost Festival. Mengpo Manor is closed, and we won't bother with you. Just go back to where you came from."
"Bang!"
The village gate is closed.
Nan Guodou was turned away and his face turned red.
Ghost Festival? I've never heard of it.
Don’t you do good deeds and accumulate virtue during the holidays?
You can't even give me a bowl of water. It's such a waste of your huge farm.
If you don’t want to drink, then don’t drink. I don’t want it!
If there is no other choice, I can only drink the muddy river water.
Nan Guodou sighed and walked towards the river.
There was a woman in red by the river, with her back to him, humming a song and seeming to be washing something.
That figure looked so familiar, and that voice also sounded so familiar.
In a trance, Nan Guodou felt that he saw his deceased wife.
For some reason, his deceased wife kept appearing in his mind tonight.
Now that we are separated by life and death, why should I miss her? I can never really see her again.
Nan Guodou shook his head again.
But looking at the figure in front of him, perhaps out of exhaustion, or perhaps because he understood...
Nan Guodou called out as if possessed by a ghost.
"Wan'er!"
The woman paused, turned around and said in surprise.
"Husband? Why are you in the underworld?!"
Nan Guodou's face changed drastically.
It's over! What the hell!
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