This is a folk tale widely circulated in Jiangsu and Zhejiang. Those weird and bizarre ghost legends are narrated along with the soft words of Wu Nong, the elder. On a clear summer night, I would move a bamboo stool and hold a cattail leaf fan in my hand, and listen to these folk legends that have been passed down orally from generation to generation. The plots may be surprising or surprising, giving wings of imagination to the summer nights of childhood...
What I want to tell is such stories, those jokes that were widely circulated in the south of the Yangtze River in the old days. Although time flies and those stories have gone away with the people here, and some of them have long been lost, they still shine in the deepest part of my childhood memory. Along with them, there is a strong sense of nostalgia that cannot be eradicated...