Chapter 212 (2/2)

When he saw satisfactory Chinese herbal medicines, he just took out a piece of white paper and wrote a letter of intent, which included the negotiated price and the number of herbs he was going to buy.

Chang Wen said: ”this time I came out just to explore the way. I didn't bring any cash. When I saw satisfactory Chinese herbal medicines, I would go to the small town to get money.”

When they came to the little widow's house, the little widow opened the door of the courtyard and said with a smile, ”my father-in-law has collected a lot of herbs. Come in and have a look.”

The little widow ushered them in.

Romantic ghost greedy looking at the little widow, throat wriggling, constantly swallowing saliva.

He asked, ”where are your father-in-law and mother-in-law?”

The little widow replied, ”my father-in-law left my relatives early this morning and will come back tomorrow. But my father-in-law said that he put all the medicinal materials he wanted to sell in the bamboo basket. If you think they are suitable, you can sell them to you.”

When the romantic ghost heard that the little widow's mother-in-law was not at home, he was elated.

After reading the medicine of the little widow's house, Chang Wen wrote a note to her and said, ”we'll take these medicine. In half a month, we'll buy them with money.”

Just as Chang Wen was looking at the herbs, the romantic ghost came to the yard. He saw the big black dog basking in the sun under the eaves. His eyes were closed and he seemed to be asleep.

The romantic ghost picked up a head from under the eaves and smashed it down on the big black dog's head. Then he smashed the big black dog's head flat. The big black dog went to the west without barking.

The romantic devil picked up the big black dog's legs and threw it into the bush outside the yard.

He took another shovel and shoveled the bloody soil under the eaves outside the courtyard wall.

The romantic ghost felt uneasy. He ran out of the yard and found the dead dog in the bush. He took his leg and fell to a cliff not far away.

He muttered, ”hum! Who wants you to be a roadblock? If you offend me, you will come to no good end! ”

The romantic ghost killed the big black dog unconsciously. He hummed a little song and went back to the little widow's house.

Chang Wen just came out of the house, and the little widow took them to the gate.

The romantic ghost walked at the end and whispered to the little widow, ”honey, I'll come to you tonight, and you'll keep the door for me.”

The little widow gave the romantic a look.

”Hee hee... Baby, last year, I met you at the market. This year, I miss you almost every day. I miss you so much.”

The little widow ignored the romantic ghost, turned and went into the yard, slamming the door shut.

The romantic ghost looked at the gate of the little widow's house and thought: what's the use of closing the gate? The wall of your house is too low. I can turn it over as soon as I raise my foot.

Chang Wen is aware of the mischievous behavior of the romantic ghost. He has a small drum in his heart: if the romantic ghost has the idea of beating the little widow, it will cause trouble.

If a romantic ghost gets into trouble, he will be implicated in Chang Wen. Chang Wen doesn't want to touch this spark.

Chang Wen went back to the landlord's house and said to the man, ”what's the little widow like in your village?”

The man asked curiously, ”why did you ask about the little widow?”

Chang Wen took a precaution and said, ”the man who leads us wants to give the little widow some advice. You'd better take a letter to the little widow and let her pay attention to it. Don't make trouble at that time. We can't take the responsibility. ”

The man nodded, looked at the romantic ghost, and said: ”if anyone dares to move the little widow, I'm afraid it will be bad luck. I tell you: the little widow's mother-in-law is powerful in this village. There are seven or eight of her relatives. The little widow has been widowed for three years, and no one dares to fight her. Anyone who wants to fight the little widow will surely come to a bad end.”

Chang Wen stressed: ”landlord, I can tell you this in advance. Don't blame us for collecting herbs.”

The landlord said: ”no, the people in the mountains will not wrongly treat the good people or let the bad people go. I will clarify for you at that time.”