Zhao Xiucai had been teaching Huang Yuanwai for more than half a year. These days, it was midsummer, and the heat was unbearable. At night, Zhao Xiucai tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep, so he discussed with Huang Yuanwai to live in another place.

Huang Yuanwai looked for several places, but Zhao Xiucai was not very satisfied. Suddenly, a cool breeze blew out of an empty building in front of him, and Zhao Xiucai said to rest in this building. However, Huang Yuanwai's face showed a little embarrassment. It turned out that the family said that there was something strange in this building.

Zhao Xiucai had always been unafraid of everything, so he ignored the obstacles and went in with a lamp. The drum beat three times, and there was a sound on the beam. Zhao Xiucai looked up and saw that a pair of red embroidered shoes hung down from the beam, and soon a woman in her twenties fell to the ground.

The woman walked to the window and leaned against the railing, as if looking at the moon. After a while, she took out a comb and tidied her hair before walking out the door. Zhao Xiucai felt strange and followed, and the woman walked to the bottom of the wall and took out a wooden box with a few ingots of silver in it.

The woman took out the silver and played with it for a while, then put it back, then walked to a door and disappeared. Zhao Xiucai pushed open the door and found a coffin inside, thinking that it must be the ghost in the coffin. The next day, Zhao Xiucai asked Huang Yuanwai, who was the ghost in the building you mentioned?

Huang Xiucai heard his question, and a sad look appeared on her face: "The person who was hanged was one of my concubines. I saw that she was smart, so I let her take charge of the family's money. I collected hundreds of places to rent one at a time, and after a few days, I urgently needed the money, but when I asked her for it, she said it was gone." I suspected that she was hiding it herself, and I scolded her for a while. Who knew that she had finally found shortsightedness? Zhao Xiucai sighed, so it turns out that his injustice can be understood.

After saying that, he took Zhao Xiucai to the bottom of the wall and dug out the wooden box. After Huang Yuanwai counted it, he was sure it was money from the beginning. That night, the female ghost appeared again, walked to Zhao Xiucai's bed, bowed to him a few times, and wrote a few poems on the wall, "The little maid stole the gold, and hid the tiles in the ditch. I hated the beginning of the snow, and I also stopped." After that, he disappeared, and there was no ghost in this building after that.