The paper money outside the circle turned into ashes and swirled away towards the sky. The old people said that this meant that the money had been taken away by ghosts.
The paper ashes inside the circle burned very neatly. Although there were small whirlwinds, they only reached a height of more than half a meter and were not scattered randomly, leaving us all covered with them.
Lang Hongyi squatted on the side, and the small wooden stick I gave him was used to gently poke at the areas that were not burned through. His technique looked very experienced.
I couldn't help but joke, "Okay, Master Lang, I didn't expect you to know the rules of burning paper."
In my imagination, a young master from a wealthy family like Lang Hongyi should be diligent and industrious, but I didn't expect that the person in front of me was so different. Not only did he clean the housework and cook, he was also very close to the ground.
I know that paper money cannot scatter those ashes.
Perhaps because of the wind, Lang Hongyi spoke in a very soft voice, as if he was far away from me. "This is what I have done most since I was a child. It's not like you don't know my physique."
There was a touch of helplessness in the voice, as if I was facing the fate of life and death at the age of eighteen that I would soon face, as if I was ruthlessly forced by fate!
Apart from helplessness, I can no longer think of any other unnecessary emotions.
Talking about the unhappy issue, I patted him twice on the shoulder comfortingly, "Don't think blindly, at least we are not very good now, although I don't know how long I can be your landlord!"
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"What do you mean?" Lang Hongyi frowned and raised his head to look at me. I shrugged pretending to be relaxed.
"Don't be excited. I'm not driving you away, but it's my own fault. It's the Dragon Boat Festival in a few days. If I'm not here by then, and you are willing to stay in this small courtyard, you can continue to live there and the rent will be the same.
… Just burn it for me like this, and I’ll be a rich woman down there, which is great!”
I only said so much about this topic, and continued without any hesitation. I stood up and looked at the dim pile of ashes, then turned around and opened the box of liquor!
These liquors are the best in this small shop. As a money addict, I am willing to spend a lot of money because I am sincerely grateful to the five ghosts and Master Gongcao for their help. This pile of paper is burned to the five ghosts.
, as the name suggests, the five ghosts will offer five bottles of liquor!
I opened the lid and started pouring the wine on the side, repeating in my mouth, "Five of you, your wine has been sent to you. Remember to take it and have a good drink, but don't delay the business!"
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Vaguely, I seemed to hear a stuttering voice of thanks just above our heads, "Thank you...Thank you, Girl Ye, we received it!"
After burning one side, draw a circle on the other side, light a fire, and throw a bunch of paper money out of the circle. The paper money you burn cannot be the paper money of two families. If you use the same tinder, you can only light it again, otherwise people will not be able to tell which is which.
This is very important.
This time it was burned for Master Gong Cao and two Yaksha ghosts.
To this day, I don’t know the name of Master Gong Cao, let alone the name of the Yaksha ghost. I can only burn paper while talking about his official position, “It’s the time of Haishi, Master Gong Cao, come up to collect money!”
"There are two Yaksha ghosts here. Please help take them away. Thank you for all the help before..."
As for whether this Mr. Gongcao would be implicated because of my evil deeds, I spoke a bit too much unconsciously, and regardless of whether the other party would really be affected by it, I didn't open my eyes tonight.
Because burning paper can easily attract wandering ghosts around, I don’t want to see too many faces like that.
I could only talk to the fire about my worries.
Uncle Wu's words recurred in my mind repeatedly. There is one less ghost named, and the following will investigate it. Do you think it is a big deal if there is one missing ghost?
Lang Hongyi continued to throw the remaining paper money and gold ingots into the fire, while I opened the remaining seven bottles of wine and poured them around.
"Master Gongcao, this is the wine I promised you. Five bottles are for you. The other two bottles are to thank the two yaksha ghosts for helping me find my soul. I don't know what is going on next. If you hear this, don't forget
When you have time, tell me a dream or something, just say it."
Maybe this kind of thing can affect people's mood. Looking at the two piles of ashes, Lang Hongyi and I were both silent, and no one spoke.
The air was very quiet, with only the sound of the wind blowing past us. It was very calm this time, and I didn't hear any special sounds. Maybe I was very busy and didn't have time.
I could only simply clean up the scene and make sure that the flames had burned out and no sparks would remain, and then I walked towards home with Lang Hongyi.
Perhaps in order to break the tranquility, Lang Hongyi asked me, "There shouldn't be anything going on in the village tonight, so we don't need to go out on patrol."
I laughed out loud when I heard the words of this rare criminal, "Brother, you think we are the security guards hired by the village. In this peaceful world, we still have to patrol with flashlights. What are you thinking!"
The incident of the ghost marrying a girl has just come to an end, and the Zhou family is still surrounded by gloom and mist. There should be no more accidents in the village. I am so optimistic in my heart. I just hope that Uncle Wu’s injury can be easily recovered.
Before, the village could maintain its existing calm.
Lang Hongyi actually changed the topic to another topic, which made me realize that the person standing in front of me was definitely a living person, not an omnipotent God of War.
"I just asked someone to deliver a coffee table. It's just all parts. I studied it for a while and didn't understand it. You..."
This person was asking for help, so I almost burst out laughing crazily, grinning and patting my chest, "You're kidding, look at me!"
Everything seemed to be going on peacefully and peacefully under my promise.
In the past two days, a new replacement for my coffee table has been assembled. Uncle Wu's injury has also improved very quickly. He can now walk slowly around the house. As long as he doesn't exert any force, it's basically no problem.
I don’t know since when, Zhang Wei spent most of his time looking for Lang Hongyi when he entered the hospital. However, Lang Hongyi, a young man who was originally thought to be very unsociable, actually consciously took on the responsibility of our family and our family.
Uncle Wu's family is responsible for the food supply for both families.
Zhang Wei also often follows the simple life of having a meal from time to time!
I knew that on this day, the village postman riding a 28-meter pole to deliver letters came to my small courtyard. Zhang Wei was in Lang Hongyi's house, using his top-of-the-line computer to kill a group of unlucky primary school students to avenge his shame.
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"Ye Sanman, registered mail!" The postman stood at the door of the courtyard, shaking a large envelope in his hand.
"Coming, coming!" I temporarily stopped bickering with Zhang Wei, walked out quickly, and curiously took the letter to see who would still use such an ancient way to contact an unknown person like me. Could it be that
Is it the kind of prank letter that has been widely circulated recently?
"Congratulations, girl, that's great!" the postman said, turned around, got in the car and left.
Lang Hongyi stood at the door of the hall and asked curiously, "Who gave you the letter?"
This guy also knows about my life experience as a person who lives alone in the world. Not to mention him, even I am curious about it.