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The village party secretary asked: "I wonder what you two charge? What price are you going to offer? We are the most popular in Gada Mountains. If the two bosses want me, I can deal with it cheaply."

The red mountains are hawthorns. The land in the reservoir area is rich in water and the mountains are red in autumn every year. In the end, it will rot in the mountains without time to pick them. The branch secretary is worried that there will be no sales this year.

"We collect tiger poop." The word "We're collecting tiger poop." He felt uncomfortable even if he spit out from Wushuang's mouth.

"What? What to do? Tiger Dad?" The village director looked at the branch secretary blankly. The two leaders had some knowledge, but they had never heard of this mountain product from the mountains.

But when you see these two young people are rich people in their families, they can't find any mistakes when driving straight to your mountain valley. Isn't it the scientific name of a mountain product?

They didn't understand, and they had to pretend to understand, for fear of losing face in front of the people in the city. They hurriedly hid aside and whispered. After a while, they responded with a smile and said, "Yes, we have what the two bosses want, but that thing is not easy to find. You live in our village for the time being, and we will send someone to the mountains to find it. Of course, you don't charge money for food and accommodation!"

The village party secretary found an empty room in the east end and sent someone to clean it up for them and sent them a warm hospitality.

"Old Tie, what is tiger poop? You are at least a few years longer than me, so you don't pay attention to your words." Lu Haotian asked him while holding a big bone stick in his hand.

"I don't know either. Grandpa said this is a jargon in the old thief's sect. Don't think it's embarrassing, there are even more embarrassing things, just wait."

The reservoir is much more lively than Heilongtun. In summer, the farmland is planted. When the autumn harvest begins, farmers like to entertain themselves every day when they are idle. Every night, there are clamors coming from each household. If Sichuan people love mahjong culture, then this special culture in the East Village of Northeast China has long been deeply rooted.

That night, the branch secretary and the master were playing mahjong with Wushuang Lu Haotian in the house. As soon as he pushed around, a half-grown child rushed into the outside.

"Erdanzi, why are you here to sleep at home and go to bed?" asked the village director.

"Director, my father is sick, you can go and have a look."

"Your father will go to the village clinic when he is sick. If he doesn't work, go to the city hospital. If you come to find me, I am not a doctor, so what are the photos?" the village director replied reluctantly.

Unexpectedly, the half-aged child didn't leave, so he dragged the director out: "Director, go and have a look, my mother said what my father might be for."

"What are you doing for?" is a local dialect in Northeast China, which means being possessed by evil spirits and being dirty.

The director looked reluctant and said apologetically: "Sorry, two bosses, you see, you have to find me for big and small things in the village. If you let my brother accompany you to drink, I will come back later." The village party secretary is his biological brother.

"Director, please be polite. If you don't mind, why don't I go with you? I'll just go and have a look. If I really want to ask for something old immortal, I can help you leave." Wushuang said.

Wushuang is not considered bragging. In addition to worshiping the ancestors, the old Northeast thief also believes in worshiping the Five Immortals in the Northeast. After he has been with his grandfather for a long time, he naturally understands these ancient beliefs deeply rooted in the Northeast people.

The two and the director were stunned when they arrived at Erdanzi's house. Erdanzi's father was named Liu Dazhuang. As his name was, he was a strong man of farming, but now he fell on the kang and was sick. Erdanzi's mother was so anxious that she cried loudly.

The four of them walked closer and saw that the thick man in Daxia was actually covered with a large quilt, and he was huddled in the quilt and shivering. There was no blood on his lips, and his face lost the red light that farmers should have, but there was a hint of black air that was not easy to detect.

"What's going on?" asked the director.

"His father works in the field during the day, and I don't know what's going on. He falls asleep when he gets home at night, and keeps calling me cold, Director, please show us quickly, are you doing something for me?" Erdanzi's mother cried.

"Nonsense, there is no big grave in your field, what can you do? Erdanzi, go to the small shop and buy two stacks of paper for your father to burn it. I muttered a few more words, I think nothing is wrong, maybe I caught a cold." The village director said tirelessly.

Wushuang walked up to the edge of the kang and sniffed it, and vaguely smelled a stinky smell on Liu Dazhuang's body. The stinky smell was very similar to the stinky corpse on the corpse of an old grave below the ground. He lifted a corner of the quilt and looked at Liu Dazhuang's thick and strong hands. The farmer was doing farm work all year round, and the calluses on one hand were still stained with many dark gray mud stains on Liu Dazhuang's hands, which had invaded the cracks of his fingernails. Wushuang held up his big hand and smelled it. The stinky corpse was emitted from the cracks directly.

"Master, maybe this big brother is really looking for something unclean. In this way, you can ask Erdanzi to buy some paper and burn it for his father to call him the soul. If it doesn't work, go find me." After saying this, Wushuang left the Liu family with Lu Haotian behind his back.

"Old Tie, what do you see? Why do I smell the smell of his family? This countryman is really abusive, and I may not have taken a shower for many days." Lu Haotian muttered all the way.

"Will he not bring the stinky corpse after he dug an ancient tomb? He shouldn't have such money in his life. If he re-installed a dead ghost, can he spare him?" Although Wushuang did not learn the skills of fighting, he often followed his grandfather and had a lot of knowledge. Although he was young, he knew more about these yin and yang mysteries than the old immortals and gods in the village.

When he returned to his residence, Lu Haotian didn't care about that. He drank a few sips of wine and then fell asleep. Wushuang told him that it would be better not to sleep, otherwise he would have to be woken up later. Then Liu Dazhuang provoked a dead ghost, how could he send it away by burning some paper money? Not long after, the village director had to come to find us.

As expected, within an hour, Erdanzi, his mother and the village owner took the initiative to come to the door. The paper was burned and the soul was called. There were only such tricks in the countryside, even if the old immortal was invited, the same would be true. But Liu Dazhuang was still lying on the kang and shivering, and his complexion was worse than before. The woman was so anxious that she knelt down to Wushuang, saying that as long as she could save the man, it would be fine.

"Erdanzi, tell your uncle honestly, is your father digging something in the field during the day?" Wushuang asked.

Erdanzi is just a half-old child, and she doesn't know anything, and she says whatever she wants. When she asked, she said, "Ah, yes, my cornfield fell into a big hole the day before yesterday. Isn't my father going to re-cultivate the soil today?"

"Did he take something out of that hole?"

"Ah? Mom... is it... or isn't it?" Erdanzi hesitated and turned to stare at his mother and dared not speak out.

The woman immediately winked at her son and said, "Don't listen to this little bastard, what can I do if I can do it?"
Chapter completed!