"This morning, I heard Sister Liu say that Baijia Village was organizing some kind of technical training class and asked me to sign up. I was curious and went over. If I'm not mistaken, Nie Junyou should be the teacher of the technical training class or some important figure, because when I saw him, he was speaking at the podium to the villagers who had come to register."
"Don't worry, I'll have someone investigate this matter thoroughly. If he really is that guy Nie Junyou, we won't let him escape from under our noses this time."
Zhang Meng nodded.
As soon as I returned to the family building, I saw a man dressed as a farmer walking back and forth downstairs, as if he was looking for someone, or as if he had something urgent to do.
Zhang Meng was about to go upstairs when he was suddenly stopped by someone. "Comrade, may I ask if Master Zhang Meng lives here?"
When Zhang Meng heard that the man was looking for her, she didn't immediately reveal her identity. Instead, she asked him, "What do you want to see Zhang Meng for?"
The man laughed embarrassedly, "I came to see Master Zhang Meng to ask for something. Comrade, can you tell me if Master Zhang Meng lives here?"
Zhang Meng looked at his forehead and found that there was a little black on it. This man must be troubled by bad luck now.
"You've encountered some problems, right? I'm Zhang Meng. What do you want to talk to me about?"
When the man heard this, he was stunned for a long time before he stammered, "You, you are really Master Zhang Meng, you are not lying to me!"
Zhang Meng said angrily, "Okay, if you don't believe it, then don't believe it. Just wait here and see if anyone calls Zhang Meng down."
The man was startled when he saw she was really about to leave, and quickly reached out to pull her away, "Don't go, I, I believe you are Master Zhang Meng, please don't go."
Zhang Meng saw his face was red from the cold, and she felt a little sorry for him, so she stopped and said, "Tell me, what do you want to talk to me about?"
The man hesitated for a moment before stammering, "Master Zhang Meng, my house is haunted. I heard from people in Zhongjia Village that your magic is powerful, so I came here to ask for your help."
Zhang Meng raised an eyebrow and then asked, "What's going on? Explain it clearly."
The man nodded and began to talk about his family.
It turned out that the man's surname was Huang, and his name was Huang Jianguo. He was a rag collector. Some time ago, he received a bed from outside and originally wanted to sell it. Later, he saw that the bed in his family had been slept on for decades and was already broken. Especially every time he and his wife wanted to do that kind of thing, the bed creaked non-stop, which everyone in the family could hear.
So he replaced the bed at home with the antique bed he had bought.
As a result, on the first night they fell asleep, they felt as if something was pressing on them, making them feel extremely uncomfortable.
When he said this, his lips turned black and trembled.
"Don't be anxious, take a deep breath first." Seeing how scared he was, Zhang Meng calmed him down.
The man took several deep breaths, and his blackened lips turned a little redder.
"Just based on this, you think your house is haunted?" Zhang Meng looked at him and asked.
The man immediately added anxiously, "Of course it's not just this. My wife has also changed these past few days. She's become someone I don't recognize at all. I suspect she's been possessed by the ghost on the bed."
Zhang Meng was silent for a moment, "Okay, I'll go with you to your home to take a look." Huang Jianguo immediately bowed happily to Zhang Meng several times.
Really not wanting to walk, Zhang Meng came out with her bicycle and then she remembered to ask Huang Jianguo an important question, "Did you walk here, or did you ride your bike?" Huang Jianguo was a little embarrassed and said, "I walked here by myself."
Zhang Meng looked at his body and thought he was about 120 pounds, so she should be able to carry him.
"It's okay, just get on and I'll take you back."
Huang Jianguo blushed when he heard this and waved his hands desperately at Zhang Meng, "No need, Master Zhang, you can go first by bike, I can just walk back."
Zhang Meng's face darkened, and her tone was a little arrogant, "Why would a grown man like that do such things to his mother-in-law? As a woman, I don't care about these things. Are you afraid of what others will say?"
Huang Jianguo hurriedly shook his hands to explain, "No, that's not what I meant. I was just worried that Master Zhang wouldn't be able to carry me."
Zhang Meng sneered, "You haven't even tried to ride it, how do you know I can't carry you? Come on, if you dare to say I can carry you, then you must be sure. Come on."
Huang Jianguo looked embarrassed and hesitated for a long time. Finally, under Zhang Meng's impatient urging, he slowly sat on the back seat of the bicycle.
Zhang Meng looked back at him and said, "Hold on tight, I'm going to ride."
Huang Jianguo's voice trembled a little, "Okay."
Zhang Meng raised the corner of her mouth and started riding her bicycle.
At first the front of the bike was a little twisted, but after riding for a while, she slowly got used to the weight on the back seat, and the front of the bike finally stabilized.
After a safe journey to Huangjia Village, Zhang Meng finally parked her bicycle in front of a farmer's house in this rural area.
"Master Zhang, this is my home!" Huang Jianguo got off the bicycle and walked to the door to greet Zhang Meng, enduring his trembling legs.
"Is Jianguo back?" At this moment, an old lady's voice came from inside.
Huang Jianguo explained to Zhang Meng, "It's my mother."
Then Huang Jianguo pushed open the gate and called out to his mother, who was feeding the chickens inside, "Mom, it's me."
Upon hearing this, Huang's mother immediately put down the tools she was using to feed the chickens, strode over to Huang Jianguo, shook his hand, and said, "Jianguo, you're finally home. Your wife was singing there again today. It was so scary. You said you wanted to find a master to exorcise the ghost for your wife. Have you found one yet?"
At this time, the voice of a woman singing opera came from one of the rooms in the Huang family.
Huang Jianguo's face immediately showed a worry. He turned his head to look at Zhang Meng, "Master Zhang, listen, the person who is singing the song is my wife. My wife is an out-and-out country woman. No one in my family can sing. But these past few days, my wife can not only sing, but also dance. It's like she has become a different person. Isn't it strange?"
After listening for a while, Zhang Meng finally understood what kind of opera it was. It turned out to be Huangmei Opera.
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