Outside the screen, Sanniang was stunned and wanted to refute, but found that she was right.

"In his position, plan for the matter and fulfill his responsibilities. I will not care about all your thoughts, but if you hinder me, I don't mind changing a maid." After Fu Yao warned, he called Dalang at the door and threw it to him. "Let your father just take a cup of this for three days. After drinking, he will go find a doctor to match him."

"Thank you, Master!" After thanking him, Dalang remembered something again and asked tentatively: "Don't you need incense ash?"

He remembered that at that time, a small handful of incense ash was put in, and people born in the Year of the Rooster were avoided.

"Do you want to hear the truth or the lies?" Fu Yao said.

"Uh..." This time Dalang understood in a second, and immediately put away the wine.

Although he still didn't quite understand why incense ash was put on, the viewer should not be happy to answer this question.

After Dalang put away the wine, Fu Yao ordered Sanniang, "Let Fang Er not send food to the mountain in the future, and let his wife make me a piece of clothing", and then disappeared.

After Dalang confirmed that the viewer had disappeared, he wanted to comfort Sanniang, but he didn't know what to say, so he had to say, "Sister Sanniang, don't be sad."

Sanniang ignored him and walked through the wall.

The next morning, Zhang Liuniang got up early and went to the market to buy the most expensive cloth. When she came back, she went to the home of the embroiderer who was the best at making clothes in the next village and asked her how to make a hat.

"Hat?" The embroiderer was a little surprised after hearing this, "You want to do this?"

Only the ladies will wear this thing. Ordinary people will not be reluctant to let go of this cloth, and they will only make people laugh out loud when they wear it.

"Help people do it." Zhang Liuniang said, "But I don't know what this veil is, so I have to come and ask you."

Last night, the third girl specifically told me that she must make a veil and gloves. She can do gloves. She has made it for her family in winter, but she doesn't know what the veil is.

"This thing is simple, I'll sew it for you." The embroiderer said cheerfully.

When she saw Zhang Liuniang take out the black cloth, she was stunned again, "You want to make a black one?"

"Yes." Zhang Liuniang said.

"This black..." The embroidered lady wanted to say that no one had ever made a black hat, but when she thought of the rumors about the Fang Er family, she stopped talking again, "Okay, it's about two quarters of an hour."

She has a ready-made bamboo hat at home, just sew the gauze around the bamboo hat.

Two quarters of an hour is not long or short.

While sewing, the embroiderer started chatting with Zhang Liuniang.

"... Speaking of which, there are few ladies wearing curtains in our county. The last time I saw it, two months ago, there was a daughter who came to climb Yangui Mountain. Tsk, her clothes looked like Yunxia from a distance, and I had never seen such good materials. Unfortunately, the lady was sitting in the sedan chair when she went down the mountain. I couldn't see her again, otherwise I would have to see what flowers were embroidered on her skirt." This has always been a regret in her heart, and she would talk to everyone.

When Zhang Liuniang heard her mention this, she seemed to have heard of it. It is said that the daughter of a rich family from the capital returned to her hometown to visit relatives. When she passed by, she had climbed Yangui Mountain to take a look.

But this matter has little to do with her, so I only heard it a few times, and I have forgotten it now.

"Is that right? Then you are so lucky that you met a noble person, like we have never seen him." Zhang Liuniang knew that the embroidered lady liked to listen to good words, so she praised her for a few words.

The embroidered girl's eyes narrowed her eyes.

Two quarters of an hour later, the embroidered lady helped her sew the veil. Zhang Liuniang tried to persuade her and left behind thirty big money, so she carried the package back to the village.

It is not difficult to sew clothes, but this set of clothes has to be purchased inside and out, so it will not be done in one day.

Thinking of not having to go up the mountain to deliver food in the future, Zhang Liuniang felt a little disappointed.

She really wanted to establish a good relationship with the Taoist temple on the mountain, at least she would have a place to ask for help in the future.

The sky gradually darkened. Carpenter He, who had been working on the mountain for a day in the morning, also received a wine offering. Dalang also said specifically that he would not have to swallow it with incense ash in the future, but his wife still secretly pinched a handkerchief and put it on her chest.

Dalang was also helpless about this.

In the evening, Carpenter He and his wife planned to leave for another hour.

Just as they were about to clean up the yard of the Taoist temple, they found a half-person-high pickle jar in the corner of the ruins of the Taoist temple.

Out of curiosity, the couple opened the pickle jar and saw that there was a jar of silver inside.

He and his wife, who had never seen so much silver, screamed in shock. They hurriedly told Dalang, but Sanniang appeared at this time and told them that since the silver was dug up by them, they would have a destiny. When Dalang saw the silver, he knew that this was the promise of the master, and he persuaded them to accept it.

But Carpenter He and his wife dared not accept it. In the end, Fu Yao was quarreled by them and said, "Do you think it was discovered in the Taoist temple, but it belongs to the Taoist temple? Okay, I understand."

When Carpenter He and his wife saw that the owner had accepted the money, they felt a little regretful, but they were more relieved.

After they finished their work, they returned home in the evening. After washing up, they were about to rest when their wife suddenly found that their beds were a little uneven.

She untied the bed board and saw that the soil under the bed had been reclaimed. Then she opened the soil and looked at it, and the familiar soy sauce jar appeared in their sight.

Carpenter He carefully opened the lid, and under the candlelight, the white silver almost stopped his heartbeat...

...

Zhang Liuniang made the clothes for three days, including a pair of shoes and a pair of gloves.

After sending it to Fu Yao, Sanniang silently packed the changed clothes in a box and placed them in front of the Sanqing statue.

After looking closer, Dalang realized that the red color on the clothes was not plum blossoms, but mottled blood.

"This is……"

Sanniang didn't raise her head, "Don't worry, don't ask, don't think about it."

"oh."

But Sanniang didn't say it, but Fu Yao, who was in a good mood, answered him: "As you can see, it's all blood. The murderer was cruel and ruthless, and he stabbed his knife and the blood was leaking out here."

"Is it yours?" Dalang took a breath, and someone dared to take the initiative to watch.

"I'm a bad guy. I just took over her body." Fu Yao said, "But it's still a little late. It's too hot and some parts have been damaged. I have to repair them slowly."

Dalang understood, "That's why you want my tongue?"

"Why?"

"Oh... Thank you for saving my dad. If you want your tongue, take it. I won't cry out for pain." Dalang said in a little fear.

"Really? It hurts to cut your tongue." Fu Yao lowered his voice, "When you were still conscious, a knife was inserted into your mouth..."

"You'd better knock me out." Dalang was almost crying. The scene was terrifying when he thought about it.

"So, do you regret it?" Fu Yao asked.

Dalang thought for a while and said honestly: "Maybe he will regret it when it hurts."

"Ha," Fu Yao smiled, "I'm lying to you. Don't use a knife, your tongue is mine now. As a celebration, I will take you to see the world tonight."

"Eh?" Dalang didn't understand very much, "But I can still talk."

"You are the soul, and you need to use your tongue to speak?" Fu Yao looked at him with disgust, "If you are like this, you will die in the future."

"Is that true?" Dalang was happy, "I don't have to become mute anymore." But soon, he thought of another thing, "Since the soul doesn't use tongue to speak, why is Sanniang's sister..." a stuttering.

"Because she is born." Fu Yao said.

Dalang carefully glanced at Sanniang and asked, "Will that... not be OK?"

"Why can't it be better?" Fu Yao asked back.

As soon as these words came out, Sanniang next to her couldn't help but raise her head.

She opened her mouth and said for a long time: "Really, can it be good?"

"It's useless to me." Fu Yao said, "I don't know how to treat my heart."

...

As the sky gradually darkened, the nearby mountain village had already fallen into a deep sleep. There were only a few dogs barking occasionally, but soon everything returned to peace.

At this moment, on the small path between the mountains, two men in white were carrying themselves in sedan chairs, walking on the rugged mountain roads like flat ground. On the left and right of the sedan chairs, two men in white were following on both sides.

If this scene is seen, it will definitely be frightened and fled.

"The master of the temple seems to be not alone." Dalang said guiltily. It was midnight, and the surroundings were empty, so he was so scared.

Sitting in the sedan chair, Fu Yao's whole body melted into the night, "I'm afraid I'll scare you half a person."

“…”

Fortunately, their group was extremely fast, and soon the lanterns hanging on the city wall appeared in their sight.

The city gate was closed at this time, but they passed through the closed city gate unimpededly. The speed was so fast that the patrolling guards on the city wall thought they had just dazzled.

The county town was quiet in the middle of the night, and except for a few fireworks, the rest of the places were dark.

It is precisely because of this that a restaurant on the main street that is still open is particularly conspicuous.

At this time, in the restaurant, the guy who had cleaned the tables and stools was about to close the restaurant gate and turn off the lights and leave, he saw that at some point, there were a few people in white clothes standing on the steps at the entrance of the restaurant. He was so scared that he almost flew away with sleepiness, "You..."

"Have a meal."

"But our store is about to be closed." The guy was quite knowledgeable. Although he was very guilty at this moment, he still didn't put anyone in.

Their restaurant business is good and they have to stay busy until late at night every day. Sometimes they will meet customers who come late at night, but they usually refuse to leave without ingredients in the future.

And these people...he doesn't feel like human...

The movement at the door attracted the shopkeeper, but the shopkeeper in the restaurant was different, and the shopkeeper was a woman.

"What's wrong?" She walked over and saw that she almost closed the door immediately. But she restrained herself and said with a smile: "Customer, there is no fresh food in our kitchen..."

What does rejection mean?

But who is Fu Yao? Tonight she came here specifically for the food. She had not yet had enough fun, so how could she return home in disgrace?

"It's okay, as long as the chef is fresh."

Shopkeeper &Buddy: "?"
Chapter completed!