Being a tour guide for historical celebrities, the motherland is amazed again

"The 'female ghost' floated right over our heads. The red dress was very eye-catching and many people screamed in fright. Didn't you see it?" He Shuangqing felt very strange.

"No," Pu Songling spread his hands, looking innocent, "and besides us, there were hardly any tourists in the haunted house. How could anyone be screaming?"

"Perhaps you didn't see it."

He Shuangqing didn't realize anything yet, but Su Jiahe suddenly made a sharp explosion.

"Ahhh! Mr. Pu, did you really not see it? Don't scare me! I clearly felt her clothes brushing against my face!"

"I'm not seeing a ghost, Qingqing, let's go back to the room. I'm scared."

Su Jiahe pulled He Shuangqing and was about to escape into the villa.

"Miss Su, I was just kidding you." Pu Songling saw that Su Jiahe was frightened and quickly stood up and bowed to apologize.

"I'm sorry, I was just joking on the spur of the moment and ended up scaring Miss Su."

"Mr. Pu, are you really lying to me?" Su Jiahe stroked his chest, his heartbeat still not calming down.

"Actually, I saw the female ghost in red. It was just a rope holding a dummy. There are no ghosts or gods in the world. Don't be afraid, Miss Su."

"Oh, that's good." Su Jiahe sat down again and took a sip of tea to calm down. "Mr. Pu is indeed the originator of the supernatural. He is so scary."

He Shuangqing was stunned for a long time before he understood why Su Jiahe was so scared.

The few of them chatted happily until late at night before returning to their rooms to rest. The next morning, they rushed to the high-speed rail station and arrived in Zibo.

"Miss Su, what is the most famous thing in Zibo now?" Pu Songling asked while walking on the street and looking at the surrounding scenery.

"Well...actually, in the past two years, barbecue has been the hottest thing in Zibo."

"barbecue?"

"It's a delicacy where you grill all kinds of ingredients over a fire," Su Jiahe said. "Because Zichuan barbecue is good and affordable, it attracts tourists from all over the world."

"I didn't expect that three hundred years later, my hometown would be famous for barbecue." Pu Songling said with a smile.

At this time, a bus drove by and stopped next to a bus stop not far away. There was a sign on the glass that said "Barbecue Bus Line".

"Hurry up and get on." Su Jiahe jogged with He Shuangqing and Pu Songling and caught up with the bus.

Su Jiahe was originally worried about which barbecue restaurant to go to, but unexpectedly, the first thing he did was mention the devil. Since they had opened a dedicated line, it must be the best barbecue stall.

Half an hour later, the bus arrived at the station. Su Jiahe and the other two got off and saw a simple shop filled with tables, chairs, and benches. Although they hadn't reached the restaurant yet, many people were already waiting.

The boss stood by the stove at the door, constantly turning the skewers and brushing them with oil with a brush. His movements were very skillful.

"This barbecue smells so good." Pu Songling couldn't help but sniff the smell of barbecue.

"I'll reserve a seat first. Qingqing, you take the old man to choose the dishes." As Su Jiahe said this, he spotted an empty seat and ran over to sit down.

Soon, the grilled skewers were served one after another. However, looking at the table full of delicious grilled skewers, Pu Songling's eyes actually turned red.

"Mr. Pu, what's wrong with you?"

"Oh, it's okay," Pu Songling wiped his eyes, "Three hundred years ago, the people in my hometown were still short of food and clothing, but now everyone can eat meat."

"Nowadays, everyone in Xia country has enough food and clothing." Su Jiahe said, took a small pancake, rolled a few pieces of barbecued meat on it, and put it on Pu Songling's plate.

"Life afterward is so good." Pu Songling kept sighing while chewing the cake.

A few people were eating when suddenly a burst of singing came from the speakers at the door of the barbecue restaurant.

[Rakshasa Kingdom is 26,000 miles east]

[Crossing the Yellow Muddy Land Three Inches Across the Sea of ​​Fire]

……

"What a coincidence? I also wrote about a Rakshasa Kingdom." Pu Songling was suddenly shocked when he heard the lyrics.

"Mr. Pu, this song is adapted from your "Rakshasa Sea City." Su Jiahe said.

"A rural ghost story, and people are actually singing it?" Pu Songling didn't even bother to eat the skewers. He pricked up his ears and listened quietly to the songs playing from the speakers.

The horse owner doesn't know he is a donkey, and the bird doesn't know he is a chicken.

[The brothels have always pretended to be elegant, and eunuchs have always been famous for their prestige]

Hearing this, Pu Songling couldn't help but clap his hands and laugh.

"Hahaha, who wrote this lyric? It's even sharper than mine."

"Rakshasa Haishi's satire of ugliness as beauty still exists today, so when this song came out, it spread across the country and resonated with many people."

[The horse and the bird are the fundamental problems of our human race]

After the song ended, the humorous and cheerful melody still lingered in my ears for a long time.

"The song is right. Good and evil are not distinguished, black and white are reversed. It has been like this since ancient times." Pu Songling sighed and continued to show off his food with his head down.

After dinner, Su Jiahe took Pu Songling to Pu Songling’s former residence.

"Sir, this is your Liao Zhai."

"It's probably here, but this house is not the original one."

Pu Songling said this as he pushed open the gate at the entrance to the scenic area and saw his own statue standing before him. Turning left, he saw a quadrangle.

Standing in the yard and looking around, Pu Songling suddenly recalled his childhood playtime.

"This yard looks a lot like the one I had when I was a kid."

In a side room, there is a set of simple and quaint tables and chairs. A plaque with the words "Liao Zhai" hangs high on the wall, and below the plaque is a portrait of Pu Songling.

"It does look a bit like me, but it's too serious and looks bitter and vengeful." Pu Songling stared at the portrait and said with a smile.

"After all, in the eyes of future generations, you are a scholar."

"Haha, a scholar? What kind of books have I read?" There was a hint of self-mockery in Pu Songling's tone.

"I took the imperial examinations for more than ten years, but only achieved the title of scholar. I have spent my whole life teaching in my hometown. Now that I am over sixty, I no longer hope to pursue a career in government. I will spend the rest of my life writing books and listening to stories. That's it."

"Mr. Pu, I'm not trying to comfort you. If you had passed the imperial examination and become an official, you might not be so famous today." Su Jiahe didn't know if what he said was appropriate, but it was indeed what was in his heart.

"Haha, well said." Pu Songling looked up at the big tree in the yard. The sunlight filtered through the branches and fell on his old face.

The courtyard was not big, and the group had visited all the rooms in less than an hour.

"Mr. Pu, there's an interesting place nearby. Let me take you there."

"where?"

"You'll know when you go."

Su Jiahe hailed a taxi at the entrance of the scenic area, and soon they arrived at the entrance of a park.

Pu Songling raised his head and saw three big characters engraved on the stone gate.

"Liaozhai Garden?"