What folk stories are there in your hometown?

A long time ago, there was a scholar named Fan. He didn't want to go to Beijing for the exam. He was seriously ill and couldn't move in the inn. Fortunately, another scholar named Zhang lived in the inn. He said: "Life and death are life, and peace is illness, which is reasonable." He carefully recuperated himself, and Fan Sheng recovered quickly, but delayed their examination period. Fan Sheng was very guilty about this and the two became brothers.

Later, Fan bid farewell to Zhang and returned to his hometown. At that time, Qiu Guang was decorated with yellow flowers and red leaves. It was the Double Ninth Festival that day, so he made an appointment with Chrysanthemum, and agreed to meet again today next year and enjoy the chrysanthemum together.

A year passed in a blink of an eye. On September 9, Zhang got up early in the morning to clean the thatched cottage, plant chrysanthemums and kill chickens to make wine. His family said don't worry, the journey will come from time to time, and it's not too late to kill the chicken again. Zhang didn't listen. He waits from morning to noon, and then from noon to afternoon. When the sun went down, there was no sign of Fan. The family thought that Fan would not come and advised him to go to bed early. Zhang still didn't believe it and waited until midnight alone.

Soon Fan Sheng really came, and they were very happy to get together, but in the face of food and wine, Fan Sheng didn't eat or talk. Zhang asked why, and Fan Juqing said, Brother, I am actually a ghost. I went back to my hometown last year and started a business before I was admitted. I was so busy that I forgot to make an appointment. By September 9, it was too late to remember chrysanthemum's date. I heard the ancients say that people can't travel thousands of miles a day, but ghosts can, so they drew their swords and wiped their necks with evil winds to keep appointments.