Siheyuan (traditional courtyard house): 52 years of farming, producing hundreds of millions of tons

"This...this..." Director Wang stammered, unable to speak.

"Please, I beg you," Wan Ping'an pleaded.

"Oh, Ping An, I can only try to find out for you."

"Thank you, Director Wang."

"Okay," Director Wang said, then hurriedly left.

After a while, Wan Ping'an heard footsteps outside the door.

"Squeak," Director Wang pushed open the door and walked in.

"Director Wang, you've arrived." Wan Ping'an greeted him happily. Director Wang waved for Wan Ping'an to sit down, then said mysteriously:

"I've already sent people to help you search, and we should have news soon." "Director Wang, thank you so much. I'll definitely treat you well another day."

"Haha, no need to be so polite, I'll be going now."

Wan Ping'an returned home and lay on his bed, trying to recall the events carefully. He was still very nervous. How could the ghosts have appeared out of nowhere?

Someone must be up to something. As Wan Ping'an thought this, his stomach growled.

After washing up and changing into clean clothes, I prepared to go out to buy something to eat.

Chapter 268 Cigarettes are a good thing

As he left, he made a point of checking the door latch, and Wan Ping'an secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

But Wan Ping'an still felt somewhat uneasy.

Wan Ping'an went to the market and bought three jin of pork, a few green peppers, and a bottle of wine.

As they arrived at their doorstep with their belongings, they happened to run into Granny Wang, who was carrying a basket, walking in from outside.

So he greeted Aunt Wang with a smile.

"Aunt Wang, where are you going?" Wan Ping'an asked politely.

"Go buy some eggs. Ping An, I heard that your house was haunted last night?" Aunt Wang asked.

Wan Ping'an sighed and nodded. "Sigh! Yes."

"Oh dear, you have to be careful not to get entangled with any evil spirits. You're still so young, you have a long road ahead of you," Aunt Wang said, trying to comfort you.

"Don't worry, Aunt Wang, I'm fine. Everything will be alright once the truth is found out," Wan Ping'an reassured Aunt Wang.

Aunt Wang didn't say anything more and left with her basket.

After returning home, Wan Ping'an put the groceries in the kitchen, quickly boiled water to take a shower, changed into new clothes, ate dinner, and rested for half an hour before feeling refreshed.

Then he went into the yard, picked up the clothes that were drying nearby, and started working on them.

Wan Ping'an didn't stop until nightfall. After eating, he sat down at the doorway of the house. Several people in the yard were also eating at that moment. They asked Wan Ping'an, "Ping'an, is your house haunted at night? Aren't you scared? We've all heard about it."

Wan Ping'an smiled and ignored it. He knew that his group was just spreading rumors and they didn't care about this matter.

Wan Ping'an suddenly seemed to remember something and said to one of them:

"I have two packs of cigarettes here, would you like to try some?"

"Hey, you're being so nice by offering me a cigarette, are you a con artist?"

Am I a fraud?

"Who told you to treat us to drinks and meat? You weren't up to no good, were you?"

"Damn it, I'm not that bored!" Wan Ping'an cursed.

"Hehe, so why did you suddenly change your mind and treat us to meat?"

"I'm happy today."

"cut"

"What? You don't trust me? Fine, then I won't smoke."

"Okay, okay, I admit I was wrong, alright?"

"uh-huh?"

"Hey, Ping An, can you give me these two packs of cigarettes? I'll take them back for my wife to use." The man looked at Wan Ping An ingratiatingly.

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"Sure, you can smoke it if you want."

Wan Pingan handed him a box.

"Thanks, grandpa." He took the cigarette and ran back into the house with a satisfied smile.

"Ping An, what are you doing?" the others asked upon seeing this.

"Oh, here are some cigarettes for you." Wan Ping'an replied.

"Ping An, you've struck it rich? These two boxes must have cost several yuan. Where did you get them?" the others asked in surprise.

"Don't worry about that, we're not stealing or robbing," Wan Ping'an said dismissively.

"Tch, you're getting more and more mysterious!"

"You like smoking, right? Here, take this." Wan Ping'an tossed him a cigarette.

"Wow, it's still Furongwang cigarettes. Ping An, that's really something."

Wan Ping'an smiled without saying a word. He had spent a full fifteen yuan. If he wasn't afraid of scaring others, the price would have been doubled.

"Ping An, we want to smoke too, can you share some with us?" Several people stared longingly at the cigarette in Wan Ping An's hand, licking their lips.

Wan Ping'an hesitated for a moment, then took out cigarettes and distributed them to everyone.

The group was overjoyed.

Night deepened.

Chapter 269 Another Ghostly Encounter

Wan Ping'an lay in bed but couldn't fall asleep.

He is very sleepy and tired. He was exhausted during the day, but now he feels no sleepiness at all.

Wan Ping'an couldn't understand why today's events had occurred.

But after a short while, Wan Ping'an fell asleep. He woke up the next morning.

A large crowd had gathered in the courtyard, and everyone's faces showed great fear.

When they saw Wan Ping'an "147" come out of the house, they quickly surrounded him.

"Uncle, oh dear, what's going on? Granny Wang from our courtyard came home late last night and saw that your room was haunted again, just like what Uncle Liu Haizhong saw yesterday," one of them said to Wan Ping'an.

Wan Ping'an frowned, already guessing who was behind it.

"Oh dear, Aunt Wang, you've come to our house so early in the morning. Did you see something too?" Wan Ping'an asked.

"Hey! You have the nerve to say that? If your house wasn't haunted, would I have come all this way to see you so early in the morning?!"

"Aren't you going to check what's going on? Your own house is haunted, and everyone in the neighborhood is panicking!" Xu Damao said.

When Aunt Wang heard Xu Damao talking about her, she immediately got angry. "Xu Damao, what nonsense are you spouting! Whose ghost are you talking about causing trouble?"

Wan Ping'an stopped the two and said, "Alright, alright, stop arguing. Now that everyone has seen it, let's discuss how to deal with it."

“What’s there to discuss? I just asked the neighbors, and it’s true what they said. If we don’t handle this properly, things could get out of hand in our yard!” said Aunt Wang.

Wan Ping'an thought about it and agreed. If this matter wasn't handled properly, it could lead to even more serious consequences.

"Ping An, say something! What do you suggest we do?" Aunt Wang urged anxiously.

"Grandpas and grandmas, let's go back inside first! I'll explain everything to you slowly. I promise, I won't lie to you this time!"

Upon hearing this, everyone went back inside.

Back inside, Wan Ping'an briefly explained his thoughts.

Everyone was shocked when they heard what Wan Ping'an said.

"Ping An, according to you, someone is deliberately targeting you in this matter?" Xu Damao asked doubtfully.

"I don't know either. I have no clue at the moment. I haven't offended anyone recently, so I don't know what the people behind this are up to!"

A moment of silence fell over everyone...

"How could that be? Who would target you and make it haunted every day? If you ask me, it's just that you have bad luck on you, right?" Xu Damao kept slandering Wan Ping'an; he was just there to watch the show.

"Alright, alright, stop talking." Wan Ping'an interrupted Xu Damao impatiently.

"What should we do about this? Could it really be that my house is haunted?"

"Uncle, what do you think?" Wan Ping'an shifted his gaze to Xu Damao.

"Hmph... You're asking me? How would I know? How would I understand such things?" Xu Damao impatiently turned and left.

Wan Ping'an sighed and continued to think of a solution.

Suddenly, 1.7 flashed through Wan Ping'an's mind, and an image came to mind.

He slapped his head hard and said, "Look at my memory, I almost forgot the important thing!"