Back then, there was a big house.
The owner lost money in business and had to sell the house to others.
However, no matter who lived in this big house, they would encounter many abnormal things.
Some were timid and frightened to death.
Everyone thought this was a big house.
It was a haunted house.
From now on, no one dared to live in it.
Until a cloth merchant from out of town wanted to find an apartment.
He was always bold and not afraid of evil spirits.
Seeing that the price of this old house was cheap, he bought it and planned for his family to move in.
However, he also heard that the house was haunted and left him alone.
One person moved in first to see what was going on.
The house was in disrepair for a long time, the walls were peeling off, the yard was overgrown with weeds, the beams in the hall were scattered and covered with spider webs, and everything was dark and gloomy.
The cloth merchant packed up a bedroom and lived there alone with a short knife.
Sure enough, every night late at night, he would hear sounds coming from the main room.
But when he opened the door of the main room and went in to check, it immediately became silent.
For several days, I still didn’t know where the strange thing came from.
In order to figure out the reason, the cloth merchant hid on the beams of the main room before dark, preparing to take a closer look.
The moon was sparse that night, and through the pale moonlight shining through the damaged roof, the furniture in the house was exposed in black clusters. some outlines.
At about the third watch, he heard some rustling in the hall.
He held his breath and lowered his voice, lying quietly on the beam and peering down.
He saw a man over ten feet tall walking out of the wall.
The man wore a wide robe.
The high hat and clothes are all yellow.
Only then did the cloth merchant feel that something was not good, thinking that with his own body, he would be caught by the man in yellow and eaten as a snack.
He was so frightened that he did not dare to take a bite, and lay on the beam like a dead man.
Hear the man in yellow say: "Slim waist, why is there the smell of strangers in the house?"
Then he heard a voice like sawing wood in the corner reply: "I didn't see any outsiders coming in."
The man in yellow stopped hearing this.
As he spoke, his figure slowly disappeared into the wall and disappeared.
Then another man in green and a man in white, both dressed the same as the man in yellow, appeared from the hall one after another, and they all looked at the corner and asked why there was a strange smell in this room.
The cloth merchant became curious and boldly stuck his head out to see what the slender waist looked like, but it was pitch dark in the corner of the room and he couldn't see anything.
Soon after, the moon's shadow moved westward, and everything returned to its original state.
The hall was extremely quiet, without any movement.
The cloth merchant was shocked and surprised.
He suspected that he had fallen asleep lying on the beam just now, and everything he saw and heard was what he had experienced in his dream. , he climbed down from the beams full of doubts, couldn't help but walk to the corner, imitating the tone and accent of those people with high crowns and ancient robes, and asked: "Slender waist" There was indeed someone in the corner who answered, but the room was dark, and there was no sound at all.
Can't see who it is.
The cloth merchant forcibly suppressed his inner fear, and bravely continued to ask the slender waist: "Who was the person in the yellow robe just now, and where did it come from?"
Slender waist replied: "It's gold, buried under the wall of the west room."
The cloth merchant secretly said he was surprised and asked again: "Who are the people in white and the people in green?"
Slender waist said: "The man in white is the silver, buried under the corridor of the east room; the man in green is the copper coin, buried five steps by the well."
The cloth merchant heard this and remembered it in his heart, and then asked Xiaoyao: "Who are you?"
The thin waist answered truthfully: "It's a laundry stick, just in the corner."
The cloth merchant wanted to ask again, but it was already dawn, and the sound of cockcrow could be heard in the distance, and the room fell into silence again, as if nothing had happened.
The cloth merchant waited until daybreak, then immediately called for his family and assistants, brought shovels and hoes, and went digging around the house.
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Sure enough, he dug out five hundred kilograms of yellow gold from under the wall of the west house, and five hundred kilograms of gold from the corridor of the east house.
One hundred catties of silver ingots, and several large money urns were found five steps away from the well.
There were countless copper coins hidden in them.
And under the corner, there was indeed an ancient wooden stick for pounding clothes.
It had a big head and a thin waist, and a rather weird shape.
The cloth merchant threw the wooden stick into the stove and burned it to ashes, and kept the gold, silver, money and goods for himself.
From then on, he suddenly became rich, and no strange things happened in the old house anymore.
Since ancient times, it has been said that "a small fortune comes from hard work, and a big fortune comes from fate."
This saying is indeed true.
It can be seen that "everything has its own destiny, and everyone has his own destiny."
The cloth merchant was destined to make a fortune, so he could hold on to this windfall
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