Chapter 11 011: Spiritual Position

Fu Ma, who originally planned to speak, was extremely quiet the next moment, as if the pain had lost all meaning to her.

Lu Qiao moved away and turned to look at everyone: "Ambulances, and patients with iodine and cold water need to be disinfected and cooled down!"

Lu Qiao didn't know if he was right, but based on his own experience with burns, cold compress and disinfection were necessary.

Everyone looked around, surrounded by old men who were as old as themselves.

"Would you like some scald medicine? I'll get it too!" The smart man had already turned around and planned to go to the pharmacy on the street to get iodine and scald medicine.

The rest looked around, and an older man discovered something. He quickly looked at the mouth of the well and said excitedly: "Well water! The well water must be ice, so bring it up and pour it on her!"

As soon as he said this, the old man walked to the wellhead, grabbed the kettle above the wellhead, took it off the hook, and threw it into the well below.

It was at this moment that Lu Qiao broke out in cold sweat from behind.

Under the well is Jiang Sheng's body, and there is no water at all!

Lu Qiao excitedly shouted to the old man who was drawing water at the well: "Stop!"

Lu Qiao's voice was a little loud, and everyone looked at the excited Lu Qiao.

Helpless, Lu Qiao giggled twice in embarrassment, then thought of an explanation and said quickly: "This well water will definitely be clean after it is brought up and boiled. It cannot be determined before it is boiled, so it must not be poured on the patient for cooling.

This is not saving people, this is killing people!"

This is not saving people, this is killing people!

This sentence echoed in the small courtyard and was repeatedly passed on to everyone's ears.

"Old Zhaotou, I'm so confused, don't draw water from the well!"

"That's it, are you planning to harm anyone?"

The old man scratched his head helplessly and let go of the handle: "What nonsense are you talking about? I'm just kind-hearted."

Lu Qiao also felt relieved. A few minutes later, the old woman brought the burn medicine, and Lu Qiao, a knowledgeable person in everyone's eyes, slowly applied the medicine to Fu Ma.

If the wound is still oozing blood, avoid applying medicine to this area and try to cover all the burned areas. One tube of ointment is only enough for the neck and shoulders.

Lu Qiao was busy and let out a sigh of relief when he heard the sound of the ambulance.

The ambulance could not enter the crowded alley, so two caregivers arrived at the scene with a stretcher under the guidance of the old man, and put Fu Ma on the stretcher and took her away.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Lu Qiao, and they regarded him as a hero who saved people's lives.

Lu Qiao smiled awkwardly, not knowing how to end it, and kept talking about the purpose of his trip. He was a reporter, to cover various streets in Lukang.

Everyone obviously understood what Lu Qiao said and asked whether it could be on TV or in newspapers. Lu Qiao knew that newspapers were inferior to TV, so he talked about newspapers, but even if it was newspapers, everyone was a little excited and wanted to send Lu Qiao to his home.

Direction guidance.

"Our family makes ingots!"

“Our family is a paper maker!”

“Our family makes candles!”

"Paper money, hell money!"

"Coffins, there are coffins here made of gold and nanmu wood!"

As expected of a street of underworld affairs, everyone began to shout about the things that happened in their own homes, wishing that Luqiao would record them one by one.

Lu Qiao smiled awkwardly and looked at everyone.

"Our family is a supply and marketing cooperative, which is now a small store outside. But our family can not only buy things with money, but also exchange things for things, which is very interesting."

"Our home is a pawn shop, and we have all kinds of novelty gadgets. I am different from other shops outside. They accept everything, but my home only accepts old items!"

After the first batch of ghost tools were announced, people with unique characteristics began to have the courage to promote themselves.

Just as Lu Qiao was about to speak, an old man with a dragon-head crutch came out and stroked his white beard: "I am the director of the subdistrict office, Lao Feng. Thank you for saving Fu Ma. My legs and feet are inconvenient to come here."

, But it doesn’t affect my knowledge of your deeds. Why don’t you come with me first and I’ll take you to the village committee to sit down? I know a little bit about the business of the 32 small shops on our street. It’s convenient.

Do you want to listen to my blabbering?"

Everyone moved out of the way, and no one said a word.

Lu Qiao looked at the old man named Lao Feng in front of him and nodded helplessly.

Lao Feng is not the oldest, but his aura and clothing are particularly outstanding.

It feels like if this is a village, this is the village chief.

Of course, this is a street now, and he must be the street leader.

Behind Lao Feng, he walked step by step to a small alley in the center of the street.

There is a unique cave here. There is a one-meter-square small pond in the middle. The first few red and golden carps occasionally appear in the green water full of algae. Their fat heads and fat brains look particularly rich, and everything in the entire small pond

They all looked very impressive.

Luqiao walked into the inner courtyard. Old Feng was sitting in the main hall. There were more than a dozen spiritual tablets hanging on the wall behind him. There were only wooden spiritual plaques. At this time, three incense sticks were smoking. There were four heads under the green smoke with photo frames.

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Lu Qiao respectfully stepped over the door hairpin, glanced at the spiritual tablet in front of him, then lowered his head and did not dare to look around. At this time, Old Feng patted his side and shouted: "Sit here."

Lu Qiao moved over and sat down. The old man knocked the cane in his hand and shouted: "Kapok, serve tea."

An old woman of similar age walked out from the side carrying a blue porcelain pot, took out a teacup from the drawer under the table and brewed a bowl of strong tea.

"Journalist friend, what is your name, and what aspects of the interview would you like to know?" Lao Feng asked.

Lu Qiao smiled awkwardly: "My name is Lu...I mean Li Xia from Lukang Evening News. What are these?"

"The people at the top are the people who have saved the village, and the row below are the village chiefs of the past generations. Our Shuomen Street is quite special, and we still have some old-school things. In the past, Shuomen Street was a village, called Dahuang Village. Of course, now it is called Dahuang Village after the reform.

Shuomen Street, you can understand that the people above are saints. After my death, I will be listed in the row below, and another one will be chosen to sit in my place on the street." Lao Feng explained without any concealment.

"One, two, three...fifteen, sixteen, seventeen? These seventeen saints saved the village back then?" Lu Qiao asked rhetorically. The number of seventeen people seemed vaguely familiar, but Lu Qiao below knew clearly that they had only rotated in these years.

The four village chiefs are the directors of the sub-district office.

"Yes, this story is a long one. I can tell you a thing or two about it, but there is one rule that must be followed." Old Feng said.

Lu Qiao was stunned and nodded: "You say."

"You are not allowed to write down what I said, and you are not allowed to go back and describe it. Of course, the most important thing is that after listening to the story, if you don't want to be involved in strange things, you must keep it secret when you walk out of the street. This street keeps this secret, and most of the people in the whole street now

You know the business, selling these things is to suppress this evil spirit." Old Feng choked himself when he said this, and coughed twice excitedly.
Chapter completed!