Dreaming of 1988, I have the ability to see ghosts and ghosts

"Well, let's go downstairs and discuss it first." I also sighed.

Matters between people, and between people and ghosts are difficult to deal with. I am like a peacemaker. As long as one party is not satisfied, the matter cannot be resolved satisfactorily.

"Feng Er, what's going on?"

When she saw me and Qiao Xiaoling coming down, grandma started asking.

"Let's sit down and talk!"

I helped Qiao Xiaoling sit down.

"Xiaoling, you don't look well, are you feeling unwell?"

When Qiao's mother saw Qiao Xiaoling's gloomy face, she asked with concern.

"It's Huang Bo who's making trouble." Qiao Xiaoling's tone sounded a little helpless.

"This guy is dead, but he's still making trouble. It's not enough that he killed my Xiaofeng, what else does he want? I'm going to fight him."

Mother Qiao was so angry that she jumped up from her chair.

"Mother, don't worry. Let Liu Feng tell us what's going on. Aunt Xu will help solve it."

Dad Qiao pulled Mom Qiao back to her chair and comforted her.

No matter what time, a man should be rational. He understood that Huang Bo must have a reason for making trouble.

There is no hatred or love without reason in this world. The feud between the Qiao family and the Huang family was destined from the moment Huang Bo met Qiao Xiaoling. This may also be the cause and effect of the previous life.

"It's like this, Uncle Qiao, Auntie, Brother Huang Bo wants you to pay back half of the betrothal money to his family."

I spoke in a very low voice, fearing that the Qiao family wouldn't be able to accept it all at once.

For the 20,000 yuan dowry, Qiao Xiaofeng had already sacrificed his life, but even after Huang Bo died, he still refused to give in and demanded that they pay back half of it.

Even half of it is 90 yuan. In the early s, there were only a few families in a village with an annual income of yuan, and most rural families could not even come up with yuan.

Think about it, they asked the Huang family for a dowry of 20,000 yuan, which was indeed a bit too much.

Even if my voice was very low, the sound of Huang Bo's knocking was no longer there. The main room was terribly quiet, and Mr. and Mrs. Qiao could hear it clearly.

Mr. Qiao's face immediately darkened. He held his forehead with one hand and said nothing.

Mother Qiao was not so calm.

She jumped up from her chair again, pointing upstairs and shouting.

"Huang Bo, you damned bastard, come and kill me if you dare. I will fight you to the death. I don't have any money, but I will give you my life."

Seeing the image of a shrew like Qiao's mother, I can imagine how angry she must have been when Huang Bo came to ask for the bride price.

But no matter how angry he was, he really shouldn't have been so impulsive. Not only did he kill Qiao Xiaofeng, but he also lost his own life in the end.

"Mom, stop screaming!"

Qiao Xiaoling yelled at her mother with a dark face.

"Why can't I scream? I'm going to scream so that he can hear me. I won't be at peace even if I die."

Mother Qiao ignored her and continued to shout.

"Stop talking. It was all your fault back then. If you hadn't insisted on asking for so much dowry, things wouldn't have turned out like this today."

Dad Qiao got angry, and Mom Qiao obediently returned to her seat and started crying again.

"Xiaoling, take your mother to the room, she's making so much noise."

Father Qiao scolded again.

Qiao Xiaoling stood up and pulled her mother towards the room.

"Liu Feng, did he say when he wanted it?"

After the mother and daughter entered the room, Father Qiao lit a cigarette, took a deep puff, and asked me in a low voice.

"He never asked for money, but said he would give him an answer in three days."

I answered truthfully.

"Okay then, let's discuss it and then invite you over in three days."

"Aunt Xu, thank you for your hard work. I will take you back now."

Dad Qiao frowned and took another deep puff of his cigarette.

"Xiao Qiao, I won't bother you to send us off. I brought a flashlight, and Feng'er and I can walk back together."

Grandma didn't let Dad Qiao send us off.

"That's fine, Aunt Xu. I won't be polite to you. Once the matter is resolved, I will show due courtesy."

Father Qiao got up and walked us to the end of the bay before going back. Watching the fireworks in his mouth flickering, I knew how much pain and pressure this middle-aged country man was under.

He is not like a woman who can cry or make a fuss. All the sorrow is suppressed deep in his heart. No matter how hard or difficult it is, he cannot fall down. His son is gone, and he is the pillar of this family.

On the way back, I discussed with grandma the right and wrong. Who was right and who was wrong was no longer so important. The most important thing was to resolve the grievances between the two families.

At around 7 o'clock in the evening of the third day, Mr. Qiao came again as expected. I originally wanted to go alone, but grandma was worried and insisted on going with me.

Grandma said that ghosts and humans think differently, and even if I had helped the Huang family and Huang Bo, it didn’t mean that he would show mercy to me if he went mad.

I know this, just like when I encountered Xiao Min's ghost before, even though my grandma and I had treated her to a meal, she showed no mercy to us in the end.

So, my grandma and I took her magical instruments and related items and followed Dad Qiao to Qiao's house.

We met Wang Erming on the way. He was really free and insisted on going to Qiao's house with us. We had no choice but to let him follow us.

On the way, he kept asking me questions, so I had to tell him in a low voice that Huang Bo asked the Qiao family to return half of the betrothal gift.

When I arrived at Qiao's house, I found that Huang Bo's ghost was already standing under a willow tree in the corner of the threshing ground in front of Qiao's house.

He had a blank expression on his face, looked at the Qiao family coldly, and nodded at me.

I also nodded slightly at him.

It was already completely dark by then. It was a cloudy day and no stars or moon could be seen.

The weather was getting cooler at the end of August, but the house was still quite hot. At my suggestion, we moved the chairs to sit next to the willow tree.

One reason was to keep cooler, and the main reason was to take care of Huang Bo, so that he could hear clearly what the Qiao family said, so that I wouldn't have to bother repeating it.

The Qiao family didn’t know, but grandma should know. She could feel the presence of Yin energy, and she had already seen the clues from the look in my eyes.

Because there were so many mosquitoes, Qiao Xiaoling took out three coils of old-fashioned mosquito coils, lit them, and placed them around us.

"Liu Feng, is Huang Bo here?"

After sitting down, Huang's father asked.

I nodded. Qiao Xiaoling and Qiao's mother looked around vigilantly and shrank their necks.

It seems that Qiao's mother is only arrogant in words. If she really faces ghosts, she will probably be scared to death.

"Then let's put it this way. I don't know if he can hear me. If he can't, Liu Feng, please help convey my meaning."

Father Qiao calmed himself down and appeared unusually calm, not looking scared at all.

"Liu Feng, there are more than 3000 yuan in this bundle. I borrowed it from relatives and friends these days. You know, given my family's current situation, it's really not easy to borrow this money."

"Can you discuss with him and only pay back 5000 yuan? You can help pass on the 3000 yuan to the Huang family. I will borrow more than yuan after the millet is sold next month. When the money is collected, I will trouble you to send it to him. See if it works."

Dad Qiao took out a handkerchief bag from his trouser pocket and handed it to me and said.

I didn't take it, so he put it directly on my right leg.

I looked at Huang Bo, intending to ask what he meant.

But he shook his head at me.