Whether it is Yin Bridge or Yang Bridge, the bridge is very particular. The ditch is not very wide, so adults can cross it with a little force. However, even if a bridge is built on a field dam (the drainage outlet of the rice field), it must be like a decent bridge. It must be able to step on it. Otherwise, if someone step on it, the bridge will be overturned or dispersed, and others will scold people. This is not enough. Originally, building a bridge to cultivate Yin De, but it will harm people and be cursed, which will damage Yin De.

Zhang Jiaohua, a seven-year-old child, naturally could not make a strong bridge. Chen Meijuan's family had already considered it carefully. He also specially hired a helper for Zhang Jiaohua. The old carpenter Zhang Jiwang is responsible for the carpentry part. Although it is wet wood, it can also be turned into an exquisite small wooden bridge in Zhang Jiwang's hands. Zhang Jiwang is amazing. This older generation of carpenters also need to know a little Meishan magic. Zhang Jiwang is not well-versed, so naturally he cannot preside over the bridge crossing ceremony of the Zhang Qigao family.

When Zhang Jiwang saw Zhang Yaohua, he laughed and said, "Beghua, grandpa will help you today. What are you doing again? Just speak."

"Grandpa Jiwang, if you smoke, don't eat candy. I have a portion of the cigarettes that Uncle Gao's house has given me. I will take them all for you. You can stuff the candy into a bag, which is too terrible." Zhang Yaohua came up and shared the spoils with Zhang Jiwang.

Zhang Jiwang laughed, "You kid are OK. You are young, you know you're snatching things."

"That's of course. I'm a master now, you're a side worker. Of course, these foods must be given priority to me." Zhang Jiaohua stretched out her hands and surrounded all the refreshments on the table.

The bridge crossing is naturally indispensable for the audience. Crossing the bridge is a rare traditional program in Meiziao. Once someone has such a ceremony, the villagers will naturally go all out.

When the villagers saw Zhang Yaohua's antics on the table, they couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Beggar, if you eat, the things must be done. You must make a baby with Gao Mama. Otherwise, you have to give yourself to the Qigao couple as a baby." Zhang Enzhong carried a load of tofu and sold it everywhere. When he arrived at Zhang Qigao's house, he put down the burden and sat on the shoulder pole and looked lively. People who do business have good eloquence, and they are all good at speaking.

"Uncle Enzhong, don't laugh. Believe it or not, I will let you have tofu pot only water but not tofu?" Zhang Yaohua's face turned red when Zhang Enzhong said it, and she pouted and threatened.

"Uncle Momo. Uncle is just joking with you." Zhang Enzhong was panicked. As the saying goes, rub (make it) and don't rub it small, and ask the dog to take a bite. Meishan spell really has such a spell. If Zhang Beghua really puts a spell on Zhang Enzhong, Zhang Enzhong's business will not be able to do it. Don't underestimate the profit of making a living by beef tofu, which is at least 50%. You can also get tofu dregs. Tofu dregs can also be used as dishes in Meiziao. They can also be made into moldy tofu dregs, which have a unique flavor. Of course, it is more used to feed pigs. Zhang Enzhong beats two tofu dregs every day, and tofu dregs can be fed two or three big fat pigs all year round.

The villagers immediately started to cheer.

"Beggar, Eun-chung is talking bad about you, so you can quickly put a curse on him and make him unable to beat tofu."

Zhang Enzhong hurriedly said, "Why are you like this? You can't stand me. Don't listen to them. I will leave you a bowl of tender tofu and add all the sugar."

"Forget it. You have deceived me many times. Every time I go to your house to eat, you say that the tofu is old and not delicious. From now on, your tofu can't even produce tofu, just scraps." Zhang Yaohua said casually.

"Oh, my ancestor, why do you say that?" Zhang Enzhong knew that Zhang Jiaohua was saying it casually, but Zhang Jiaohua had set up the incense table and asked for the gods. If the gods take this seriously, Zhang Enzhong's family will be in trouble. It is guaranteed that the tofu pulp will not be ripe and cannot be filtered out every time. It all turned into tofu slag.

Zhang Jiwang burst out laughing, "Yeah, you deserve it, who made you mess with beggars? Didn't you see him doing serious business? You have to be mean. I think you should just take a break these days. After a while, beggars will help you unravel the curse. Otherwise, your pig will be able to die of a pig."

The villagers also laughed at Zhang Enzhong for provoking the beggar by himself, but he shot himself in the foot.

"Uncle Jiwang, will it really work?" Zhang Enzhong was a little embarrassed. He delayed a day and suffered a lot of losses. Moreover, if he didn't cook tofu, he had to feed pigs. After this, he lost a lot every day.

"Will it work? You will know if it will work. Beggar, I'm done now, it's your master." Zhang Jiwang had already made an exquisite wooden bridge. Zhang Beggar took out a few four coins worth five cents on the incense platform.

"Before the troops were moved, the thousand soldiers and horses were descended to the altar. The throne, the golden hall, shining the jade noise, the emperor's place of the saints, did not dare to go to the sky. He devoted himself to the ceremony of refusal, and sincerely invited him to visit Jiang Wuniang, the queen mother of the three dynasties, made a boy, a harmonious immortal, a yellow-clothed Taoist priest, a white-clothed immortal master, a hole in the altar. The man passed the man's hand, turned into a pair of willow trees for thousands of years, and his hands were cut off from the hour of Mao..."

After chanting the mantra, Zhang Jiaohua picked up a small axe and nailed four five-cent coins into the four intersections of the small wooden bridge. Several layers of cloth pieces were stacked under the coin. This coin was actually a way to buy money. It means to pay for the future children of Zhang Qigao. In this way, Zhang Qigao's future children could be reincarnated into the belly of Zhang Qigao's wife Xie Chun'e.

Zhang Yaohua truly became the Meishan Navy Master, so she was not as childish as she was. She seemed to have suddenly transformed into the Meishan Navy Master.

"Oh, it's so terrible. At a young age, this Meishan spell has reached this level."

"Not? Mrs. Zhang Qigao should be pregnant this time, right?"

"Who knows? I heard a joke before. The couple had been married for several years and had not been pregnant. But when they went to the hospital, they found that the couple had been together for several years and never entered the right place once..."

People in the countryside speak very unrestrainedly and even talk about jokes.

"Qigao, do you want me to show you a demonstration?" someone said loudly.

Zhang Qigao was not a good-looking lamp, and smiled and said, "Brother Xianyi, you are so busy roasting wine every day, so why don't you bother you? Just let your sister-in-law teach me."

Everyone was also amused by Zhang Qigao's wit. Everyone took advantage of the words and rarely made them turn against each other. Of course, sometimes they were too angry and fought a big battle after they were overjoyed. Young people were angry and suppressed in the village, and they always needed a way to vent the fire in their hearts.
Chapter completed!