In the early years, there was a down-and-out scholar Zhang Xiang in Linchuan City, who was 26 years old. Because his parents died and his family was poor, he had not yet married. Zhang Xiang liked collecting ancient books and coins, so he opened a Yuxiang Ancient Book Club in the city for a living.

That summer, it rained for several days in a row, and the already depressed Rain Lane Antique Book Club became more and more light due to the rain. Zhang Xiang didn't care much about it. Every day, he borrowed quiet in the rain or read poetry at his desk, or played with ancient coins.

That evening, the lingering light rain suddenly changed the tenderness of the past, and vented vividly in the world. In the pouring rain, there was no one on the whole street, only the sound of rushing rain stirred people's worries. Suddenly, a woman came from the alley. Holding an oil-paper umbrella, she walked into the Ancient Book Club.

Zhang Xiang saw someone enter the store, and a slight nod was counted as a greeting. The woman also smiled sweetly, put down the paper umbrella, walked straight to the bookshelf, and then buried her head turning through the collection of history that had been lonely in the rain for many days. After a long time, the woman finally picked up up a copy of "Strange Stories from Liaozhai", left a note, held up the oil-paper umbrella, and disappeared into the vast rain and fog.

That night, when Prime Minister Zhang closed the door, a few banknotes with few points actually found a ghost banknote. He couldn't help but wonder, but couldn't figure out when he received it. After that, the woman would come every day, and after the woman left, Zhang Xiang's money would be extra. Zhang Xiang has always been bold, and he doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, and the suspicious woman is deliberately playing tricks on him.

That night, the woman came to buy books again. When she was about to leave after paying the money, Zhang Xiang said, "The girl left slowly. I have something I don't know, and I want to ask the girl for advice." As he spoke, he took out a stack of money from the cash box. Seeing this, the woman did not panic. She moved Lianbu to sit opposite Zhang Xiang and said, "Young Master Su Wen makes a living selling written literature. The little woman admired it for a long time, and she had no reason to approach it, so she made this decision. It's just that the little woman has something to ask, can the Young Master write for a slave to remember?"

"I would like to hear the details," Zhang Xiang said.

The woman sighed and said something from the past.

I am Nanguan Pingshi, and my name is Yuwan. In my early years, I was also a scholar, but later my family was in the middle of nowhere, and I was unable to buy books and enjoy reading. There is a famous scholar in this city who loves to collect books. He had been an official in Beijing for many years, and when he returned to his hometown, he brought ten thousand volumes of books. Later, he collected many things and built a library in his house, which was called One Day Pavilion, which is famous all over the world. But the owner of the building has a strange personality, and he only collects books and does not lend them out. If I want to read books in One Day Pavilion, it is tantamount to talking about dreams, and I often hold a deep hatred for this!

The landlord's family had three sons, and the two sons have become married. The only child was disabled due to illness when he was young, and his legs could not walk. Although he was young, he had not yet married. After the slave family heard of it, they begged their parents to invite someone to be a matchmaker and would like to marry the landlord's son. The landlord's family was overjoyed. But how did they know I was only married for his family's collection of 10,000 volumes?

However, it seemed that God intended to play tricks on me. On the day of my marriage, the groom died of a sudden illness before entering the bridal chamber. The wedding was completed and the funeral was completed, and the family was naturally sad. Because I didn't have much emotion with it, I didn't feel very sad, but dreamed that one day I could go to the pavilion to read books. In the long days that followed, I realized that not only did I not have the opportunity to go to the pavilion, but even the eldest brother and the second brother could not enter at will. The father-in-law locked the library tightly with two large locks, kept the keys close to his body, and sent someone to guard it.

In the quiet and bitter days of guarding the living and widowed, it has become my dream to visit the pavilion to read books, even if I only saw ten thousand volumes of books in the collection, I would die without regret! Finally, on a lonely rainy night, I secretly climbed into the Heaven Pavilion, and I wanted to pry the window into the pavilion by covering up the sound of the rain. Unexpectedly, a bolt of lightning shone through the earth and saw my figure. The pavilion keeper shouted: "Who?" I was flustered and wanted to escape, but I accidentally fell off the building and died.

Zhang Xiang stared at the woman in front of him for a long time - it should be said to be a ghost, not only did he not feel the slightest fear, but on the contrary, all kinds of emotions of respect and regret arose spontaneously, so he said to her: "If you love books, just come and get them at any time!" Ping Yuwan carefully took out a few copper coins from her body and said: "Thanks to Xianggong, I feel sorry for disturbing you for a few days. These copper coins were left by my mother back then, so give them to Xianggong as a souvenir!" Zhang Xianggong took a look, but couldn't help but be surprised!

It turned out that these ancient coins were all treasures in the collection world, so he hurriedly refused. The woman said, "These ancient coins are useless to me; if I can make them benefit poor scholars, it will be considered a complete merit."

Afterwards, Zhang Xiang auctioned the ancient coins one by one, expanding the scale of Yuxiang Ancient Book Club and rectifying it. Since then, Zhang Xiang's store has flourished, needless to say, and he has generously given books to those who are cash-strapped.

Everyone in Linzhou knew Zhang Xiang had a kind-hearted and beautiful wife, but few people had seen her. How could they know he married a ghost wife?