Chapter 1492 Hehuadu is haunted
pity.
In such a beautiful scenery, Xia Baoer actually noticed a hint of coldness.
That feeling, as if something is staring at you from the dark.
Creepy shivers running down the skin.
The little girl frowned slightly and looked around.
Large tracts of lotus flowers bloom on the water.
On the other side is a restaurant, with gauze curtains hanging on the second floor, and you can vaguely see the figures of people inside.
There are several boat tents docked on both sides of the bank, and a few fishermen are lying on the boats playing cards.
Xia Baoer withdrew his gaze.
Watching Tan Yingying take the initiative to walk towards the canopy of a boat on the shore.
There was a fisherman, covering his face with a straw hat, sleeping.
Tan Yingying bent over with a smile: "Grandpa, do you sell lotus roots?"
"What grandpa! I am..." The lying fisherman angrily pulled his hat.
The face of a middle-aged man over thirty was revealed.
But when he saw Tan Yingying wearing brocade clothes and a golden headdress, it was shining in the sun!
The fisherman suddenly showed an apologetic smile: "I am the best person in the neighborhood who is good at picking lotus roots. My name is Guan Song. I have grown up on this boat canopy since I was a child. I can count how many lotus flowers there are on this lotus ferry!" ”
"I still have a lot of lotus roots here. You can have as many as you want!"
He pulled up the curtain on the boat. Xia Baoer turned his head slightly and saw that only a little bit of space in the cabin was filled with lotus root knots!
I really can't sell it.
Tan Yingying said happily: "There are so many, then I will..."
Before she could finish her words, Xia Baoer's hand was held down.
The little girl smiled slightly and asked: "This is the season when lotus roots are abundant. Whether it is iced lotus root soup or lotus sugar, they are very popular."
“Why can’t we sell so many?”
The fisherman named Guan Song paused and then said with a smile: "How did I know? Oh, those noble people may have bought it elsewhere." Xia Baoer's eyes were dark and clear.
She smiled: "The lotus roots in Hehuadu sell best every year. They say there are underground springs under the lake here. They were good in previous years, so why not this year?"
At this time, the fishermen who were playing cards on the boat parked not far away laughed when they heard this.
"Why else? It's because what you get from the Lotus Crossing is not lotus roots, but corpses!"
Tan Yingying was extremely confused: "What 'teacher'?"
The few people looked at each other and laughed: "Hey, the lady is from outside, don't you know?"
"Half a month ago, Zhang Xiong's wife was lost. Many people saw his wife sitting in the Lotus Ferry combing her hair at night."
"But as soon as he turned his face, he disappeared again. Zhang Xiong's wife disappeared for half a month and was not found! Everyone guessed that she was buried in the Lotus Crossing!"
"Hehuadu is haunted. What kind of corpse could it be? It's naturally the corpse of a corpse!"
Tan Yingying's face suddenly changed with fright: "What?!"
She hurriedly hid behind Xia Baoer: "I, I'm afraid."
Compared to Tan Yingying, Xia Baoer is much calmer.
She didn't say anything. Instead, she looked at Hehuadu and looked at it carefully.
The fisherman named Guan Song was anxious. He waved his hand and scolded the bad fishermen.
"Do you say all the eight ways, are you jealous, do you have a guest, roll, roll!"
Several people laughed and took the fishing network ashore, and shook their heads and said, "Anyway, we didn't catch it, what is the eyes? It's just that you are afraid that you will not understand others!"
"You two ladies, you must think carefully before buying. After Zhang Xiong's wife disappears, this Guansong will still cut the lotus root knots in the lake every day!"
With that said, they walked away.
(End of chapter)