(A big chapter with ten thousand words.)
An old voice came from behind Ruan Xiu, "What are you going to do if you beat them to death? Don't you think your hands will be dirty?"
The women were a little frightened when they saw the angry girl Xiuxiu for the first time. When they saw the old man show up, they breathed a sigh of relief. After all, he was a familiar face to everyone in the small town. After so many years, every household, regardless of high or low,
But they all need to deal with the old man, or with the Yang Family Pharmacy where the old man works. After all, even if the Lord of Hell wants to hire someone, he has to first ask the doctors at the Yang Family Pharmacy whether they agree, but the money is a bit harsh.
It makes people unhappy.
Ruan Xiu turned to look at the old man and said nothing.
Old Man Yang smoked a long cigarette and looked at those long-tongued women. They were not evil-minded, but they were really kind-hearted. Chen Ping'an was in trouble when he was young. Without his parents, he almost couldn't survive.
After a while, there were indeed many neighbors who came to help. After all, Chen Ping'an's parents were kind people and their hearts were full of flesh. For example, Gu Can's mother and several elderly people who have passed away often helped.
The children went to eat at home, and the food was not good. It was freezing, so they gave them some old clothes and mended them, but at least they could help them live longer.
It's just that this is the crux of the world. Those who really helped a lot didn't even think about receiving rewards afterwards. Seeing that the young man has made a difference, he was just a little happy from the bottom of his heart. He was willing to say a few words to his juniors: good people are rewarded.
Look, God is open-minded. This is not the son of that young couple. Now all the blessings have fallen on the son.
They also have some hope and hope for life, thinking that they can be so lucky in the future.
On the contrary, he didn't contribute much money or effort at the beginning, and he probably said a lot of sarcastic words. After the boy in Mud Bottle Lane became successful, he really tried his best to speak loudly, and everyone regarded himself as a bodhisattva who saved people from suffering. For example, the three people in front of him,
She often went to Qilong Lane to eat for free, and even brought her family along with her. The girl Ruan Xiu endured it. She didn't want Chen Ping'an to be gossiped about, and she didn't want the store's business to be bad in the books, so she had to use her own wealth.
The money is needed to fill the holes. The amount is not too big. After almost a year, there will be four to five hundred taels of silver.
But this amount of money is really a lot of money to put in a poor place like Ni Ping Lane and Xinghua Lane, at the bottom of the market where you can't touch a few grains of silver all year round.
Old Man Yang looked at one of the women who came without her children and said, "Go and tell that man of yours who works in the county government, and ask him to tell the people behind him that God is watching what you do. It's disgusting."
People's affairs should be done in moderation, and be careful if you give birth to a son without a butthole in the future, it will really become a disaster that no one can avoid."
The woman felt guilty, "Old man Yang, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand you?"
"I don't understand. I'm going to knock you down."
The old man blew out a hazy smoke ring, "Then let me tell you something you all understand. From now on, when you go to the store to get medicine, you will be charged twice as much. If you encounter a serious illness that will kill you, the doctor in Yang's store will not be able to work with you three."
Just open the door and prepare the coffin."
The women were immediately stunned.
Old Man Yang glanced at a child with delicate features and strong bones. He stood timidly next to his mother. He shook his head and sighed: "It's a pity. The one hundred taels of silver I gave your mother has abruptly cut off the path to immortality. I won't be able to live forever in the future."
When you are based in the mountains in the west and are wandering away from your hometown, think more about what I said today."
The old man left straight away, "Girl Xiuxiu, if they don't get out of here, we can really beat them to death. It's reasonable and in line with the rules. No one can find fault with them. After beating them to death, you don't need to collect the bodies. You just need to remember to throw them out in the mud."
Pingxiang, after dirtying your hands, just go to Longxu River to wash them."
Ruan Xiu had a good impression of Old Man Yang before, but it was not that good. She always felt that it was obscured by clouds and fog, so she was still a little wary. But now her favorable impression has increased sharply and she said with a smile: "Next time I will go with Chen Ping'an.
Happy New Year to my shop."
Old Man Yang hummed, nodded, and did not refuse. The old man walked in the alleys and passed old houses. Most of them were as dilapidated and ownerless as the Cao family's ancestral house, but in the end, like the Cao family's dead wood, it became spring again.
After all, the house is small, many heirs have withered, the incense is cut off, and a family is gone.
When the old man thought of the shrewd daughter-in-law of Li Er's family, and then looked back at such a reasonable little girl, the old man felt a little complicated, with mixed feelings, good and bad.
In this small town, I'm afraid that that ignorant and heartless woman is the only one who has the ability and courage to talk shit to the old man. The key is that the old man can't scold her.
The old man once was really scolded by a woman who blocked the door. He couldn't bear it anymore and asked Li Er to take care of his wife's bad mouth. As a result, Li Er held it in for a long time and answered something that made old man Yang even more angry.
His bastard words: Master, if you are really angry, just give me a good beating, but remember not to slap me in the face, otherwise your wife will see you when you get home, and she will have to scold you again.
If it weren't for the sake of the two girls from Li's family, Old Man Yang would have really wanted to slap that woman into a pulp.
The three women in the alley did not dare to stay any longer. They came out of the alley to take advantage of the excitement and then returned disappointed. When they left the alley, they started fighting among themselves. Each of them blamed the other, cursed and pushed each other.
The child who was taken out by Old Man Yang alone to talk about had a calm face all the time when his mother was yelling and cursing at others. The child turned his head and looked at the narrow and deep alley, feeling empty in his heart. He couldn't explain the reason, like
Something very important has been lost, such as the woman missing salt when cooking, or the woodcutter going up the mountain and losing his hatchet.
After the women left in despair, Ruan Xiu discovered that the two painted door gods at Chen Ping'an's house had lost some of their true spirit for some reason.
This is very strange, even if it is an ordinary paper door god sold in the market, as long as the door god painted has not disappeared in the long river of time, the golden body is still there, and the incense is still there, then it will contain a little aura, but this aura will quickly
It will be dispersed by wind and rain, and it cannot withstand too many evil winds and evil spirits. Therefore, it is necessary to replace the door god with a new one every New Year, not just to add joy to the New Year celebrations.
However, in Ruan Xiu's eyes, the civil and military sages in these two paintings of door gods are the founders of the Yuan and Cao surnames in the Dali Dynasty. Nowadays, the family in Dali is even more prosperous and the incense is flourishing. Logically speaking, it should not be just affixed.
After the true spirit disappeared, Ruan Xiu walked forward with a frown, stretched out his palm and gently wiped it on the rough colored paper. Soon, golden light flowed on the paper, which was awe-inspiring and righteous, but it could not be seen by the naked eye.
The girl in green clothes left with satisfaction. As for the status of the doorkeeper in Song Jixin's yard next door, she didn't even look at it.
She walked all the way to the alley of Liu Xianyang's house and blew a whistle. Soon a local dog came out happily and circled around the girl. She smiled and dropped a fragrant red pill. The old dog quickly
After eating, he followed behind the ponytailed girl, his footsteps light and soundless, and his tail wagging slightly.
When a person achieves enlightenment, a chicken or a dog ascends to heaven.
If a person is compared with another person, it will make people angry to death, but if a Qi practitioner sees this scene, it will be compared with a dog, which can make people angry to death.
Ruan Xiu, who was originally feeling a little disappointed after not being able to see the person she wanted to see, began to feel happy again.
Look, he had to take care of it by himself. Whether it was the chickens in the cage or the dog, she took good care of them.
The girl in green clothes is walking on the blue stone road, with a ponytail of green hair on her temples. The sky is high and the sky is far away, and the scenery here is unique.
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After sending Chen Ping'an back to Luopo Mountain, Wei Bo disappeared again, but instead of returning to Piyun Mountain, he went directly to the top of Luopo Mountain. In sight, there was a majestic mountain temple with a grand square and a kind of
It is paved with luxurious and strange stones that look like white jade and are as fine as fine iron. The golden body in the temple has been sculpted, but it has not yet officially accepted the people's incense.
Wei Bo's sleeves were flowing and he was walking smartly. After hearing the news, a well-traveled Dali official from the Ministry of Industry and Commerce, Wailang, hurried over to say hello. Wei Bo looked at the Dali Qingliu official with a tired face and frostbite on his fingers.
While walking and communicating with the officials about the progress of the project in a pleasant manner, I could not help but sigh in my heart. The reason why the Song Dynasty in Dali could rise step by step from a small country affiliated to the Lu Dynasty to dominate the north was definitely not just a matter of luck.
Yuan Wailang did not enter the mountain temple, but stayed outside the threshold. After Wei Bo crossed the threshold alone, the official left quickly and continued to personally focus on the construction matters, doing everything big and small.
In the officialdom of Dali, he has the breeze on his sleeves, and he is as carefree and happy as a god. This describes a noble and aloof official of the Ministry of Etiquette.
Eat large pieces of meat, kill people with sharp knives, and use cavalry to break through formations and expand territories. This is what the warriors of the Ministry of War are talking about.
Eating dust and ashes and drinking from the northwest wind, this is what officials from the Ministry of Industry say.
However, as a powerful Yuanwai Lang, who was born into a wealthy family, he was so conscientious and conscientious that it was still unimaginable for other dynasties.
Wei Bo gently waved his sleeves and closed the door. There was a refreshing fragrance of fine wood in the mountain god temple.
The desolate mountain god enshrined in the main hall has a head made of pure gold, which is quite strange.
A man in a Confucian shirt appeared with a golden body, floating out from the statue. Above his neck, a face showed a light golden color, but it was not as eye-catching as the statue.
The mountain god is Song Yuzhang.
It was the former Longquan Kiln Supervisor who had lived in the town for more than 20 years. Song Jixin, a boy from Mubo Alley, was once mistaken for his illegitimate son. The covered bridge with the plaque "Wind and Water" hanging on it
, it was built by Song Yuzhang himself. Finally, Song Yuzhang left here and returned to Beijing to take up his post. When he returned to Longquan Town, his neck was twisted by the Empress Da Li, and the head was secretly hidden in a box. He was killed and silenced.
Killing a donkey by unloading a mill, that's all.
Song Yuzhang knew too much about the scandals of the Song family in Da Li. He actually knew that he would die from the beginning. Even on the way back to Beijing, this Da Li civil servant who deserved the word "Gu Kun" was prepared to die suddenly on the way back to Beijing.
Being prepared, being loyal, and dying generously are nothing more than this.
That's why Wang Yifu, the general of the Lu family who was sent to kill and silenced by Empress Dali, spoke from the bottom of his heart that coffin-breaking conclusion.
It turns out that scholars also have great heads.
Song Yuzhang, as a destitute mountain god, bowed and saluted the future Beiyue God in front of him, "The little god pays homage to the big god."
Wei Bo laughed dumbly, moved to the side, waved his hand and said, "Mr. Song, there is no need for this."
Song Yuzhang then changed the direction of the prayer and said, "This is the rule, no exceptions can be made."
Wei Bo had no choice but to accept the gift completely, and said helplessly: "You scholars are so stupid, you will be the same before and after death."
Song Yuzhang straightened up and smiled calmly.
Wei Bo smiled and asked: "Have the people from the Ministry of Rites and Qin Tian Jian told you about the precautions for serving as a mountain god?"
Song Yuzhang laughed at himself: "They didn't dare to say anything. After the ceremony of enthroning the gods, they went down the mountain early and left. They didn't regard me as a mountain god, but as a god of plague. I still have the help of Beiyue Zhengshen to answer the little god's doubts."
To be continued...