Zhou Changgui quickly came in with two bowls of steaming ginger soup, one of which naturally fell into my hands.
At this time, I was moved to tears even if I had a bowl of hot water to drink because my body was so cold.
What's more, what I got was a ginger soup that was first-class in repelling coldness and also had a sweet taste. The warmth really radiated from the inside out, continuously.
Uncle Wu asked Zhou Changgui to do it by himself, using a spoon to pour ginger soup into Zhou Xi's mouth while he was lying on the kang, "Watch while filling the water to make sure you don't knock off the copper coin on your chest."
It can be seen that even now that Zhou Xi has been saved, Uncle Wu is still not in a very good mood, which may have something to do with my being in the dark this time.
It can be seen that Zhou Changgui is also risking his life. Even with a spoon in one hand and a nose pinched in the other, he is ready to pour the ginger soup into his son. He knows that at this time, this is the only way to wake up Zhou Xi.
After drinking the ginger soup, I had already begun to sweat. I had just finished half the bowl, but Zhou Changgui was breaking out in sweat. Uncle Wu was watching intently on the edge of the kang.
"Okay, don't bother. A little bit of it will do some good. Later, I'll ask the unmarried young men from my relatives outside to come in and stay with him in this room. Tomorrow morning, when the sun comes out and there's a shadow on the ground, I'll lift him up.
Go out in the sun, and drink ginger soup as water as soon as you wake up, until you feel normal again."
After explaining this, Uncle Wu greeted Lang Hongyi and me to go out. He probably wanted to ask me about the situation I encountered while walking in the underworld.
The Zhou family members cheered and gathered around, asking Uncle Wu about Zhou Xi's situation with concern.
"We have done what we need to do, and it will all depend on his own destiny. He will come back to me when he wakes up."
His words were very simple, with a slightly impatient tone, he waved to the people who were about to send him out, then turned the control lever in his hand without looking back, and took the lead in leaving the gate of Zhou's house.
Judging from the direction Uncle Wu was walking, it was obviously my home.
Lang Hongyi also noticed something was wrong with Uncle Wu's mood, and looked at me. I was confused and could only shrug my shoulders, saying that I didn't understand either!
Taking advantage of the darkness, the three of us returned to the small courtyard of my house. With Lang Hongyi and I carrying the wheelchair, Uncle Wu entered the main room smoothly. As soon as he entered the door, Uncle Wu couldn't wait to speak.
"Hurry up and explain clearly what happened to you when you went down, as well as the origin of the gourd in your hand. Don't hide a word!"
After knowing him for so long, this was the first time I saw Uncle Wu talking to me in such a serious tone. There was no smile on his face, and his eyes were looking straight in my direction, which made me nervous.
There were no outsiders, and I didn't hide anything. After I got down to it, I almost walked into the swamp of resentment, met Zhou Xi, who was on duty, and how I found him. I told him everything in detail.
Lang Hongyi frowned slightly. He might not have expected that just after I walked into the cabinet and sat down and stopped moving, I actually went down to the netherworld.
Uncle Wu, on the other hand, frowned and remained silent.
"Uncle Wu, what's wrong with you?" I had just experienced the Huangquan Shock incident. I really couldn't stand the dead silence in the air here, so I couldn't help but ask first.
"The merit of being on duty? I used the errant ghost to help you replace the registered Zhou Xi, and asked the yaksha ghost to send him to the city of vain death?"
Although I did not witness this incident with my own eyes, the Master of Merit did indeed give such an order. Is there anything else wrong?
"Well, this gourd is also the work of that ghost. Gong Cao pretended to be Zhou Xi's soul and asked me to bring it back."
I was just infinitely grateful in my heart to the on-duty hero who helped me this time. I didn’t understand what Uncle Wu was thinking, and he had a solemn expression on his face.
"Sanman, have you ever thought about it. If there are fewer registered ghosts, the following will be traced. If there is one missing ghost, what kind of uproar will be below? Although Gongcao is a minor god in the underworld, he will not do such a thing anyway.
You can’t hide it, do you really think that the ten palaces of Yama and the four kings of Hell are just decorations?”
"Then what should I do now? I can't harm him? Is there any remedy?"
After listening to what Uncle Wu said, I felt that I had simplified the matter. I heard Mr. Gong Cao say that he could solve it, so I believed it. Now I just feel that if something really happened, it was me who had caused that Mr. Gong Cao's misfortune.
rise.
"Tell me what he looks like? Did he tell you his name?"
Appearance? I remember this. After all, we had been together for a while. I described the meritorious man with a big beard and other details, but the name..., "He didn't say his name."
Uncle Wu directly grabbed the almanac placed next to the altar table and began to rummage through it, calculating quickly with one hand.
I know that Uncle Wu is now calculating who the meritorious Cao Cao who happens to be is based on the time I went down, plus today's day.
At this moment, in addition to being worried, I was even more curious because I couldn’t figure out whether Uncle Wu knew all the people who were serving with many meritorious positions?
"The annual merit cao is the twelve beast gods, which corresponds to the twelve years of Zi Chou. There are monthly merit caos on duty every month, and there are twelve hours every day, which correspond to the adjutant merit cao. The last adjutant merit is at Hai hour.
Shi Gongcao..."
Uncle Wu kept saying this. What he said was the scope of responsibilities of the meritorious service officer. As the name suggests, the annual meritorious service officer will be rotated only once a year, and so on.
I knew that the person who helped me was the lower-ranking adjutant who had merit during his duty. After calculating in this way, I could naturally figure out which one was the person who helped me.
Uncle Wu stopped making quick calculations, raised his head, let out a long breath, and finally put away his serious expression.
"It's okay, it's okay...it turned out to be him! Sanman, I guess you are destined to have a noble person to help you. Don't mention this matter for now. And the gourd in your hand must not be seen by anyone except the three of us."
, do you remember it?”
I just wanted to nod obediently and ask who the meritorious officer was, so that I could turn the promised liquor and gold and silver paper money and send them over.
Uncle Wu suddenly stuck his head out towards me and came closer. I was so frightened that I couldn't stand still and had to tilt my head away.
"Even in front of ghosts, you can't use it casually, otherwise there will be great disaster. After all, it is a thing sent by ghosts in the underworld, and it is considered stolen goods!"
Being so surprised by Uncle Wu made me want to give this little gourd back. What's going on with this little gourd in my hand...
"Remember?" Uncle Wu urged again, and I nodded quickly.
"Uncle Wu, what's the name of that meritorious officer? Will he be fine?"
"We people in the world have no control over the affairs of the underworld. Just put it down and stop thinking about it. As for the name, it doesn't matter if you don't know it. Just remember that this person will not harm you. He is the adjutant in charge of Haishi.
, he can be regarded as an elder who is related to your ancestors!"
Hearing this, I think I should burn more paper. It turns out that our ancestors and people who have reached the status of gods have helped me so much, so I must express my gratitude.
"Okay, I've been tired for most of the night. I think everything will be fine today. Let's all rest first. Hongyi and I will spend the night here together."
Uncle Wu also stayed at my house, and we carried the wheelchair into the room on the right. Then I returned to my room, put on a pillow and fell asleep.
This yin session was really exhausting, and I could barely keep my eyes open since I came back. It took a lot of energy to hold on for so long.