Chapter 185： Pretend to be a ghost

The eighth aunt rubbed her swollen face and sneered: "How do I know how to remedy it?"

The Eighth Uncle stared: "Stupid lady, there is no one to protect such a big piece of fat in the Bo Mansion, do you want to miss this chance?"

"But now it's like this, is it possible to force the world's son to marry?"

The eighth uncle touched his chin, his eyes flashed with greed: "If this is not possible, think about other ways. You women have many ideas. Old lady, if you can take advantage of this opportunity to take advantage of this opportunity to take care of the house, you are still worried. How many boys can't marry good women?"

The eighth aunt sat down and took a few sips of herbal tea, throwing her previous fear out of the sky: "Let me think about it."

How can I intervene in the affairs of Bofu? The old man was right. If such a great opportunity is missed, she will regret it for a lifetime.

The eighth aunt's eyes rolled around, racking her brain to think about her ideas.

The Eighth Uncle knew that Aunt Eight had a lot of ideas in this regard, so he drank tea without saying a word, and stared at Aunt Eight’s slightly swollen face, a little bit annoyed.

It should be lighter.

The eighth aunt patted her thigh suddenly: "Yes!"

"What?" The eighth uncle came to the spirit, and put the bottomed teacup on the table.

The delicate white porcelain tea cups cost a lot of money for such a set, and the cost of eating and drinking in the prefecture is really not comparable to that of Zhuangzi, and it is even more carefree than the gods.

The Eighth Uncle thought of this, and his heart was fiery.

Uncle Yongchang's lineage has always been thin, and has been passed down for several generations. Now there are no close relatives in the same clan, and they are separated from the eighth uncle by a few rooms.

Fortunately, Uncle Yongchang is kind, and has taken good care of his clan for many years. Every year he allocates money to schools, ancestral halls, etc. in his clan. When anyone in his clan encounters a major event of natural and man-made disasters, he will provide assistance whenever he comes to the door.

It's a pity that people don't have enough hearts to swallow the elephant. Seeing that a lot of money has been scattered from the Bofu for so many years, for people like the eight uncles and eight aunts, they think that Yongchang Bofu is piled up by gold mountains and silver mountains. Where can I remember the affection of Mr. and Mrs. Yongchang?

In their opinion, the Bofu is rich and it should take care of the tribe, and they even feel that they have given less. Now that the boss of the Boss has passed away, how could the huge family business be handed over to an underage child and be defeated.

The eighth aunt looked out, closed the open window, and said in a low voice: "I looked at Shizi as a thoughtful person, and I still have to start with that girl."

"Did you think of a good way?" Uncle Eighth thought of Xie Qingyao's aggressiveness in the mourning hall, and shook his head, "That girl is not annoying."

The eighth aunt's mouth curled: "You men don't understand. Dogs that can bite people don't bark. Those who make a lot of noise are half a bucket of water."

"Well, hurry up and say your idea."

"If that girl is sick, no one of the elders will take care of her, so she will probably go to her grandparents' house to recuperate?"

"Maybe that uncle and wife will stay and take care of it."

The eighth aunt smiled disapprovingly: "What if the uncle's wife stays? Although they can talk about the family's family, but as long as they can't put the girl in, this uncle can't let the outsider steward, right? This is everywhere. Untenable. As long as the girl is sick, we are of the same family, and under the name of the patriarch, wouldn’t it be right to take care of the back house for the Bo’s family? After all, the elder son is a kid, so it’s impossible to have to take care of the little things in the house. Thing?"

Uncle Eight couldn't help but nod.

"As long as the stewardship of this prefecture is touched, even if the girl returns to recover from illness, she can still drive us out? It is easy to ask God to give it away. Before the prefecture has ushered in a respectable mistress, we can The House is in charge. Even if the son of the future will marry a wife, we will sort out these relationships in the House at that time, and it will not be easy to move us. Old man, do you think this is the reason?"

"That's what I said, but even though that girl is sad, I see that I'm still in good spirits."

The eighth aunt gave a blank look at the eighth uncle: "I have lived for a long time, and can be scared of hysteria in the mourning hall. That girl is a little girl who is not scared to get sick when she encounters an unclean thing?"

Uncle Eight's eyes lit up: "You mean-pretend to be a ghost?"

The eighth aunt was happy and quite complacent: "Just pretend to be a ghost. At night, a female ghost with a disheveled hair swayed in front of the girl, not to scare her to death."

The Eighth Uncle thought he was more rigorous than the Eighth Aunt in this regard, and he commented: "Since you want to pretend to be scary, you have to do it all at once, but it's not safe to get your hair out. If you want me to say that, if you paint your face white, you'd better not see it. The five senses..."

The two eagerly studied the details of pretending to be ghosts, and finally smiled at each other.

"That's it." The Eighth Uncle poured himself another cup of tea, rubbing the delicate white porcelain teacup.

This teacup is really comfortable to touch, it's all money.

Aunt Eight's eyes flashed: "But who is pretending to be a ghost?"

Eighth Uncle was taken aback when asked.

The eighth aunt said to herself: "The people we brought are unreliable, and it's too late for the people who temporarily bought the Bofu..."

She said to meet the eighth uncle's gaze, and she saw a little meaning from the other's eyes: "Old man, would you let me come?"

Uncle Ba smiled and said, "Old lady, you are the most suitable. As you said, others are not at ease, you still have to do this yourself."

The eighth aunt opened her mouth, and suddenly thought of the cold hands in the mourning hall and the thunder that almost fell on her body, she couldn't help but shudder: "I can't!"

"Why not?" Uncle Eight stared.

The eighth aunt was unwilling to show weakness and stared back: "Why don't you go?"

"I am a big man and sneaked into the girl's house. Isn't it easy to be spotted?" The Eighth Uncle instinctively resisted being involved with ghosts.

"Isn't it more eye-catching if someone sees the appearance of a female ghost?"

Uncle Eight has nothing to say.

"At present, most of the people in the mansion are busy in the ling shed. They are exhausted all day long. They must sleep deeply at night. Besides, if you see a female ghost, you are scared away. Who dares to move forward? "The eighth aunt pinched the eighth uncle, "I don't care, anyway, I will not go alone!"

The Eighth Uncle had no choice but to agree to go with him.

At night, the rain had stopped, and the cool wind blew in from the windows, causing the bed curtains to float back and forth in the house.

"Asi, are you still asleep?" Xie Qingyao asked, seeing Jiang Si standing by the window for a while.

Jiang Si glanced out the window at last, then closed the window and walked back to Xie Qingyao: "Sleep."

Er Niu should have left here, she didn't smell it.

But today's rain and wind will affect her judgment.

If the second cow is still there, you will be hungry.

Er Niu, who was worried about being hungry by the hostess, ran across the garden towards Xie Qingyao's yard with a fat chicken in his mouth, ran to the gate of the yard and stopped, and flashed behind the flowers and trees aside.

Let's go in after eating the fat chicken.