MTL - I Had a Home In 1982-Chapter 59 59. A volume of storytelling is flattering

   Chapter 59

   "Ghost Blowing Lamp"!

  Wang Yi decided to use "Ghost Blowing Lamp" to save the scene.

   First, this novel is really wonderful; second, the story background of this novel is very immersive for people of the current era; third, he knows enough about this novel, and there is a fourth point:

   Ghost stories are so popular in the countryside!

   The only thing to worry about is that, given the social environment of 1982, the theme of "Ghost Blowing the Lantern" is a bit illegal - feudal superstition, robbing people's tombs, I am afraid that today's people can't accept it. Fortunately, what he wants to read now is the first part. In this part, Lao Hu and Fatty either go to the countryside as soldiers or follow the archaeological team, and it is not a big problem not to involve the topic of tomb robbing.

   And he was worried about it.

   When I heard the introduction about tomb raiding, the guy didn't react at all - the members didn't have such a high level of consciousness, they just wanted to have some fun. Wang Xianghong's consciousness is high, but he loves listening to storytelling!

   "Ghost Blowing the Lantern" is worthy of being called the No. 1 dry goods in online literature, all the water has been drained, and the opening chapter is the resurrection of the white paper girl!

   Everyone's attention was sucked into it in an instant, just like hitting a black hole.

   As he thought, rural people like ghost stories too much, which is probably the second favorite subject for men.

   With the resurrection of the white paper man with blush and lipstick, the people who were sitting at intervals began to gather together...

  Wang Xiangxiong pushed the people around him: "Collapse, what are you doing? What are you, a big man, squeezing beside me?"

   "Don't talk, don't talk, let Teacher Wang continue to talk."

   "Nobita, sit down quickly."

   "Mr. Wang leave him alone, you go on, this paper man got up, and then what? Then what happened at night?"

   "Yes, at night, the paper figurine has really become a living person? This has to be inspected at night!"

  Wang Xianghong got up angrily: "Are you still listening to the storytelling? Shut up! Whoever shuts up again—no, whoever doesn't shut up, get out of the house! Teacher Wang, hurry up and continue!"

  If they heard this just now, many people would be eager to get out of here.

   But the big move of "Ghost Blowing the Lamp" was used, everyone's mind was hooked, and they got out too, but they rolled forward, leaning forward one by one.

  Wang Yi adjusted the position of the earphones and continued the story:

"Time passed quickly, and soon it was night. The white paper man made a table of meals for the two of them, including soy sauce elbows, roast chicken, and rice. Uncle was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth. This dish is too rich, New Year's Eve But Hu Guohua can't do it, he doesn't have the heart to eat and drink."

   "When he looked at the woman sitting opposite him, he felt disgusted as if he had eaten a fly. This girl's face was very white, with no blood at all, and her face was a little rosy, which was also smeared with rouge..."

  The plot unfolds further, and the attention of the big guy is further attracted.

  Only in terms of interest and storytelling, "Ghost Blowing the Lamp" is much stronger than the popular heroic storytelling, and it also accounts for a novelty.

   For the common fishermen who lack cultural life and spiritual enjoyment, this story is too good!

   Wang Yi's Mandarin is also good.

   He also changed his tone from time to time, sometimes pinched his throat, sometimes his voice was rough, and sometimes changed the rhythm. Although he was not as good as the storytelling masters like Shan Tianfang and Yuan Kuocheng, he was enough to deal with the members.

   Almost everyone's reactions changed with his rhythm. Among them, Wang Xianghong listened the most carefully, and didn't even pay attention to what happened to the spark in the cigarette pot.

  As the story unfolded unhurriedly, Lao Huang, who was lying on the ground in the chapter of "Nine-Story Demon Building", suddenly got up.

   It got up and looked down the mountain.

The person next to    was alarmed, and quickly grabbed the arm of the neighbor: "What's wrong with this dog?"

   "Did you see or see something?"

   "Yes, yes, the dog's eyes see yin and yang!"

   "Shaohu Lielie, it's all feudal superstition!" As he said, Wang Dongfeng put his arms around Bold's shoulders.

   He stood up and listened carefully, and then said nervously, "No, no, there are crying! Really listen, there is crying!"

   "Did you hear it wrong? It's the sound of the tide, the tide is rising - don't scare me! There's a ghost running out of that nine-story demon building? Can't you!"

   "Don't talk, it's really crying." Wang Xianghong in the front row said in surprise, "It's like a child crying!"

   Xiufang also said: "Yes, I heard it, it was a child's cry. Wherever the child was crying, it was several children crying!"

  The sea breeze blew, and the voice became clearer: "Woo, woo..."

   "Mother, I'm hungry! Mother, eat, I'm hungry, woohoo!"

   With this cry, someone suddenly reacted: "Isn't this Caitou? Caitou Niang, your son's voice!"

   At this time, the villain has appeared at the intersection on the top of the mountain.

   Several little people staggered along while crying.

   It is the hungry and crying dolls who came to find their parents to go home for dinner!

   "Grass, I was frightened, I thought it was a ghost boy!" Wang Dongfeng scolded.

   boldly kicked him away: "You are such a coward! No, you are more coward than you!"

  Wang Yi took off his earphones and stood up and said, "Okay, it's getting late, clerk, what time is it?"

He pondered that this group of people had a good life, and he read slowly to take care of the elderly. Otherwise, he would talk about the "Kwantung Army Underground Fortress" chapter and directly tell you about those two little children. With the crying of the child just now, it can scare a lot of urine. people!

  Wang Dongxi looked at his ancestral watch and said, "It's still early, it's half past six, it's only half past six, Mr. Wang, you continue to say, when it comes to seven o'clock, let's disband at seven o'clock!"

   "It's only half past six?" Wang Dongfeng looked up at the sky, "No way, it's half past seven, right?"

Next to   , Wang Dongyang raised his elbow and bumped him: "Do you have eyes? The document says it's half past six, that's half past six!"

  Wang Xianghong also looked at the sky and said, "It's half past seven, that's it, today's meeting is here, I'll make a summary statement, and then I'm ready to end the meeting!"

   "Don't." The people below said one after another, "Secretary, let Teacher Wang speak for a while!"

   "That's right, don't break up the meeting, I just talked about it for a while, what the **** is in that nine-story demon building?"

   "What about that crocodile-like lizard? No, what does a crocodile look like? We have not caught a crocodile in half our life. You are old, Lord Shou Xing, have you ever seen a crocodile?"

  Shou Xing Ye is still reminiscing about the previous story.

   He murmured: "Reactionaries are really no jokes. They even skinned the common people. They should be caught and skinned!"

Wang Xianghong went up and patted the table: "Alright, alright, today is a criticism conference, not a storytelling conference - but Mr. Wang's storytelling is really good, so after finishing work, how about asking Mr. Wang to tell us a paragraph every day? "

  Wang Xiangxiong stood up and said, "The secretary's proposal is very good. After work, I listen to a passage every day. As the old saying goes, you can't eat grain for one hundred days, and you need to keep water flowing."

  The two big figures in the team have expressed their opinions. Although the others are not reconciled, they have nothing to say, so they can only reluctantly get up and leave.

  Wang Xianghong was anxious when he saw this: "I haven't made a concluding speech, where are you going?"

   "Yes yes yes." Everyone hurriedly sat down again.

   My mind is on storytelling, I forgot about this.

   Wang Xianghong coughed and prepared to sublimate the theme of this criticism conference, but his mind was also on storytelling.

After opening his mouth several times, he finally said: "You can't touch that big cigarette, comrades, through Teacher Wang's storytelling just now, we can find that one person smokes a big cigarette, the whole family suffers, and even mice are addicted. It's gone!"

   "Forget it, the meeting is over!"

   He mixed into the crowd with the cigarette bag and pot behind his back, and then discussed with the people around him:

   "When I was in the army, I had a comrade-in-arms from Hainan Island. He told us about crocodiles. This thing is amazing..."

   "Isn't the nine-story demon building in Kangba? Hainan Island, I know, it's on the south side, but Kangba is not on the west side?"

   "You're really a pig's brain, that's not a crocodile in the nine-story demon building, it's like a crocodile!"

   "Do you think we have a large tomb here?"

   "Yes, the tomb of our royal ancestors..."

The    discussion gradually faded away.

  Wang Yi went back to cook and eat.

  I didn’t have a good meal today, fortunately I just ground flour, so I can make some hand-rolled noodles.

   He was thinking about it when Lao Huang suddenly turned his head to look at the window.

  Wang Yi followed and turned his head.

  An old face appeared outside the window.

  The red light flickers, flickering and flickering!

   Wang Xianghong.

  Wang Yi broke out in a cold sweat: In order to prevent him from eating and drinking, did he really use the art of war? Zhishu is firing a carbine.

  Wang Xianghong walked in and asked, "Mr. Wang, do you know why I didn't criticize you today?"

  Wang Yi said: "This is a chance for me to reform!"

"Not only that," Wang Xianghong shook his head, "the main reason is that you are the teacher in our team. The students and their parents are watching you. If I criticize you, what is your dignity? How will you teach in the future? ?"

   Wang Yi was stunned.

  The old party secretary still loves him and the group.

Wang Xianghong said earnestly: "It is precisely because you are a teacher that everyone in the team is watching you, so you must always take the lead, be a good example, not specialize, and not let anyone hold you. short!"

   "You have a heavy burden on your shoulders and a great responsibility!"

   "I'll give you a thorough understanding," Wang Xianghong's face became serious, "I guess the descendants of our Wang family, you will have the ability to lead the way in the future, I won't say anything else, you can be strict with yourself."

  Wang Yi is clever: "I understand, I will definitely pay attention to my speech and behavior in the future!"

   Wang Xianghong nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, you can count, I'll go back first."

   He turned around and turned back: "What on earth is there in the nine-story demon building? What happened to those blue ladybugs? What can ladybugs be afraid of?"

  Wang Yi was stunned for a while, and said, "I told you the answer, so it's boring."

  Wang Xianghong waved his hand and said, "It goes without saying, I just ask."

   He walked away with his hands behind his back.

   Big confused and noodles made hand-rolled noodles, boiled in the pot and served with hot pepper sauce.

   Two people snorted.

  Dazed was very satisfied, and kept laughing: "Mr. Wang, it's delicious, anything with you is delicious! I've never eaten such a fragrant sauce!"

   Wang Yi's heart moved.

   You can greet the militia with noodles and various meat sauces in the back!

   You can’t build a house. Eating noodles is considered a big meal, right?

   (end of this chapter)