The school teacher told the xylophone who came to inquire that Zhong'er, a student, has a good brain, is also attentive to study, and has good grades. It's just that he's too clever and full of energy, and he can't allow others to talk about it. As far as he fills in the volunteer, he will never be admitted, so he can only wait for next year.

Xylophone returned to the village disappointed and secretly told Shigeru about the teacher's words. She said casually, Zhong'er follows your temper, and you can't change it if you don't suffer a loss.

This sentence made Mao Sheng angry. He thought that the xylophone only knew about a processing factory all day long, and he had never bothered to ask about such a major event as the cub's entrance examination, so he tossed it around by himself. If Zhong'er has anything to do, it's your fault.

The two of them were not in harmony with each other, and they were afraid that Zhong'er would hear it, so they quietly quarreled in private. The xylophone begged the sour apricot to enlighten Zhong'er. Sour apricots have also been here a few times, and they have a lot of good words. Zhong'er just turned a deaf ear, and there was no way to make the sour apricot.

The sour apricot woman is also anxious for Zhong'er. She secretly persuaded Mao Sheng not to think about how to persuade her, but to ask Jin Lian if it could be that Zhong'er had collided with some evil spirit.

Maosheng also suddenly became enlightened. He sneaked to Jin Lian's house and begged Jin Lian to ask the gods what evil spirit Zhong Er had encountered.

Jin Lian warmly received Maosheng and muttered for a long time, saying that Zhong'er's soul had been lost, and his grandfather had suppressed it, and it had been some time. It's good to ask him to call the soul for Zhong'er at night, what's the matter?

According to Jin Lian's instructions, Mao Sheng went to Zhu'er's store, bought three pieces of burning paper, and went home. After dinner, when the xylophone went out, he sent Xingzi to Jing'er's house to sleep, and started the matter of calling the soul by himself. He used the folds specially printed to print the burned paper, beat the three pieces of burned paper, folded them into a wide fan at the top and narrow at the bottom, and flattened them. He took a white cotton thread, cut it off according to Zhong Er's height, nested it into a ball of thread, and set aside a small section of thread, which was spread on the burning paper. After Zhong'er lay down on the * and fell asleep, he put the burning paper at the door of the hall, lit a fire and burned it clean, and then closed the door, waiting for Zhong'er's soul to return as soon as possible. After a night in such a muddle, the next day I carefully observed Zhong'er's every move, but it was still the same, and there was no improvement.

The sour apricot woman came to see the clock every day. After listening to Maosheng's speech, I was anxious. She also encouraged Maosheng to try Sixi, saying that Sixi's hexagram is very effective, and people outside the mountain are looking for him to play hexagrams, and the spirit is tight. You go to him to calculate Zhong'er and see which year you can be admitted to school. He just made a fuss about the entrance examination. As long as you have the right letter, eliminate the depression, and smooth your heart, the illness will be better.

It is the illness that seeks medical treatment. Mao Sheng, who had no master of the six gods, really listened to the words of the sour apricot woman. He went to ask for four joys and gave Zhong'er ** a hexagram.

Today's Sixi is no longer the honest person who went out to study art because of his temper, let alone the homeless man who roamed the rivers and lakes alone and suffered humiliation. He relied on the skills he had stolen from his body to squat at home all day long, earning the money that was automatically delivered to his door without much effort when the wind did not blow or rain. He basically doesn't have to meddle in the work in the field, and he has a woman and a family of people to handle it. He stopped smoking the choking pouch. Holding "Blue Golden Deer" brand cigarettes all day long, drinking tea, leisurely and leisurely competing with the living immortals. [End of Chapter]