Don't Listen to My Old Family's Stories

Feng Sheng ran back to his hometown in Guanzhong just for peace. He squatted at the entrance of the village with his face held high all day long, listening to the old men telling some evil and weird stories, just for fun. After listening to it a few times, he found that the stories told by these old men were really interesting, so he planned to write down all these stories and post them online to make some extra money. Until one day, someone frantically @him on his account, "Lord! You're crazy, something happened to my building...!" Every detail described on the other end of the phone was exactly the same as the story he sent a few days ago. Feng Sheng was confused. When he was about to get up and ask the old man about the situation, the oldest blind man in the village came to the door and threw him a book without a word in it. "Didn't your father tell you?" He showed his sparse teeth, "Our ancestors of the Feng family were not farmers, but 'word keepers'." "In the past, we were guarding the emperor's secrets, but now we are guarding the 'talker' of this village." "You are the only college student in our village. Now," he patted the booklet into Feng Sheng's arms, "it's your turn to catch the 'stories' that escaped one by one."