A Qing River, a Hunhe River, converge into one in Chahe Township, called Xiaoshui River.

The warm sun of early summer shone on the endless Sancha River, the green willow hung lazily beside the river, and the fully loaded boats shuttled, startling the gulls and herons to fly. The stilted buildings along the river still retain the antique flavor of the Republic of China, and the girl who is preparing to wash the clothes downstream rolls up her sleeves and scolds the pig killer who is washing the fat intestines upstream......

Because of the cocoons bought, the bulging purse makes people want to shop more. In the department store of Qiaotou Supply and Marketing Cooperative, people can buy almost all household necessities. The individual stores that can rise along the street give the big guys the opportunity to shop around. The price of pork at the food station is higher than the butcher shops next to the quotation monument; The steamed buns and twist flowers in the state-run canteen are not as delicious as the one on Qinghe Street; The barber in the state-run barber room who only shaved his head and cut his head flat, watched with amazement as customers with strange hairstyles walked out of the barbershop opposite; Even the fertilizer of the supply and marketing cooperatives is not as complete as those private sellers on Hunhe Street......

In short, the emerging self-employed people in this town are like the muddy river that has just rained, making the whole market lively and complicated. In addition, small traders from the north and south also began to appear, and counterfeit and shoddy goods began to spread through the market.

The small traders who walk the streets have their own business experience, that is, "shouting". They believe that shouting can bring them word of mouth, and if they are lucky, they can fool a few repeat customers.

If you want to say that the representative of this "shouting" is the "Zhang Xuanzui" of Hunhe Street, this local who sells rat medicine, is famous within a radius of 20 miles, from Shiqiao to Wulong, from Linmu to Chahe, several markets are not left behind, and everyone knows his "Mouthful Consumption". In his stall, you can't see the mouse medicine, but the old mouse book is very complete. On the two-square-square stone slabs, there are dozens of dry rats. I saw that he was carrying a big creature in his hand, which was longer than the hare in the mountains......

"Consuming children's medicine, consuming children's medicine, coming and going;

Don't think it's an empty shell, think it's fake, you come and touch it. ”

The shouting of "simmering mouth" and the "rat king" in his hand attracted a lot of people, and the bold ones really reached out to touch them, then nodded and told everyone - absolutely real guys.

"Uncle Wang, Granny Li, your rat is a rat!

There are holes everywhere on the ground, one in the east and one in the west!

I can't wait to make the warehouse slate, and I can't wait to wrap the bacon with iron film. ”

The question immediately resonated, and the earthen walls and mud floors were all burrowed by rampant rats, and a lot of bacon was stolen and eaten. The loud shouting attracted more and more people.

"You come, I'll say, how many of your cats are fed?

No matter how many you fed, you don't dare to approach the rat nest.

Why is that? There's a big guy in the rat's nest! ”

"Mouth" refers to the rat in his hand, and the onlookers feel that their cats don't catch rats because there is such a king in each rat nest. Next, "Mouthful" continued to shout and began to promote his rat medicine that made the rats "frightened and laughing in five steps"!

"Get out of the way of the rats, I'm going to get the medicine out! This medicine is not only scared when the rat sees it, but also the rat people should be careful! ”

Guoqiang, who likes to watch the excitement, squeezed into the crowd with a lot of effort, he hated rats to the core, and originally planned to pay for some rat medicine. Hearing that people who belong to the rat should be careful, they quickly covered their mouths with their mouths and were pulled out by Yang Zejun.

"Wait for Ha'er, Uncle Jun!"

"What's so good-looking, these are all lies, just bragging, besides, people call you a rat to stay away, don't you hear? I'll take you to see a good one! ”

"What's pretty?"

"Do you believe in the eight characters?"

"Count the eight characters? Isn't it that the state does not allow it? ”

"That's been a matter of many years, and now it's allowed again, there is one on Qinghe Street, it's amazing! Go count it? ”

"Really?"

"Really! Do you know Yang Guiyong? ”

"You know, I secretly told people fortunes and grabbed medicine in the cave, and said that she was very spiritual, and my mother had asked her to calculate!"

"That's not as accurate as this gentleman, I heard Gui Yong say that this Mr. Wang is his mother's senior brother!"

"He is the senior brother of Li Shan's mother?"

"That's right, the reincarnation of Grandma Dou's eldest apprentice, his ability is higher than that of Lishan's mother!"

"Let's go, let's take a look!"

Yang Zejun took Guoqiang to Qinghe Street. Compared with the shouting of "simmering his mouth", this Mr. Wang is much more low-key, sitting quietly with his eyes closed and pinching his fingers, with a pair of bamboo sticks on the small table in front of him, and the four big characters "Clever Calculation" hanging behind him. A mother and daughter who had just finished asking about cause and effect looked happy and left.

"Old gentleman......"

Mr. Wang, whose eyes were slightly closed, flicked his beard lightly, did not speak, but shook his head with a sad face, and then motioned for the visitor to sit down. Yang Zejun and Xie Guoqiang sat down according to their will, and were about to speak, when they saw Mr.'s lips move slightly:

"Gengzi famine gave birth to wall water, Xin You became a good matchmaker,

The ancestors Tengdalu compound, the descendants dance the sledgehammer! ”

Guoqiang didn't understand a word, but it was precisely because he didn't understand that he felt unfathomable.

"Young man, you are born in Gengzi Nian, twenty-three years old this year, married the year before last, and you are a stonemason, right?"

This inscrutable suddenly turned into awe. Guoqiang couldn't stop nodding, what the old gentleman said was word for word!

The fortune teller continued to pinch his middle finger with his thumb, and then said slowly: "Ling Room is eighteen years old, and he is a good matchmaker, hey, it's a pity that ......" The old gentleman opened his eyes slightly and shook his head again.

"What is it? Old sir, my mother-in-law ......"

The old gentleman waved his hand, signaling that Guoqiang didn't need to explain, he already knew it. "I'm afraid that if you have such a good craft, you will lose your heir!"

"Huh? Guoqiang, my eldest niece Shufang, ...... she? Yang Zejun looked at Guoqiang in surprise. Guoqiang was a little embarrassed and lowered his head uncomfortably.

"Sir, is there anything that can be broken?" Yang Zejun also appeared very concerned.

"Broken? The old way doesn't dare to say anything! ”

"Sir, you come and hear it!" Guoqiang raised his head, eager to know what to do.

Yang Zejun leaned over and whispered a few words beside Guoqiang. Guoqiang immediately came to his senses, took out five yuan from his coat pocket, and respectfully handed it to the fortune teller.

The gentleman didn't accept it, and glanced at the merit box beside him, and Guoqiang got up and stuffed the money into the merit box.

"You are the Northern Wall Water Otter, and the Command Room is the Oriental Horn Wood Jiao. Aquatic wood, two good marriages born together, but Ling Ai, who should have been a wood life, was born at another time, and became a lonely star, and punished his parents! ”

"Sir, let's laugh, how can anyone change the time of birth?" Yang Zejun asked rhetorically.

"I'm going to ask this young man about this!"

Guoqiang thought that Xiao Haitang was disemboweled, and he felt uncomfortable, and his fists pinched out green tendons.

"What are you going to do?" Yang Zejun hurriedly asked for Guoqiang.

"It's easy to do, find someone, and worship a treasure (godfather)!"

"What kind of people do you worship?"

"Worship my master's heirs of Grandma Niangniang, and the evil spirit can be diluted!"

"Dou Mama's heir? That Dou Grandma Niang is a god, how can there be any heirs? Yang Zejun once again helped Guoqiang raise questions.

"Don't divulge it! If you are destined to be someone, he will appear! The old gentleman closed his eyes, no matter how others asked, he didn't say anything, presumably it was "out of the body"!

"This old Taoist priest, half of what he says!" Guoqiang left a little annoyed, counting on Yang Zejun to come up with an idea.

"I think of someone, and I don't know if it's right?"

"Which person, Uncle Jun, can you tell me?"

"Yang Guiyong!"

"Yang Guiyong? What is the relationship between him and Grandma Dou? ”

"I ask you, who is the mother's reincarnation?"

"Old Mother Lishan!"

"What is the relationship between Grandma Dou and Li Shan's mother?"

"Master and apprentice!"

"You're naïve, aren't you? Li Shan's mother is the daughter of Dou Grandma's mother! ”

In fact, the myth of Li Shan's old mother is a household name in Jiacang. But this old mother of Li Shan is not the old mother of Li Shan in "Journey to the West". About 30 kilometers north of the stone bridge, there is a mountain called Li Mountain. In the twenties and thirties of the last century, the people of Lishan were trapped by bandits, a blacksmith surnamed Hong was killed by bandits, and his eldest daughter took the young people in the village to make dozens of ** to fight bandits on Lishan, and later was organized into a guerrilla team, and the Kuomintang in the mountains. Just about to be liberated, she drove the crane to the west, in order to commemorate the heroine known as the "red lady", people built a temple for her on Li Mountain, enshrined a clay statue, and respected as "Li Shan Old Mother". Another "Lishan Old Mother" has countless myths and legends given to her, and has been compiled into a commentary by storytellers, which has been widely circulated in the community. Today, the temple of remembrance has been razed to the ground in that catastrophe.

The gloomy cloud on Guoqiang's face disappeared in an instant. He finally found a solution in despair. But he suddenly thought of a question: "Yang Guiyong is his mother's family, how can he worship his mother's family as a treasure?" ”

"Hey, his family and your father-in-law's family can't fight, and the two 'Yangs' are not one at all!"

"But this Yang Guiyong ...... He can afford to look down on us, right? Guoqiang's words also passed through his mind for a while, he originally wanted to say that Yang Guiyong had a bad reputation.

"What do you look down on, their family is a '10,000 yuan household', and your family is not necessarily worse than him, besides, there is also your military uncle! Let's go, I'll take you to him. ”

Yang Zejun took Guoqiang's hand and walked towards the river. The thief-eyed Jian Gouzi walked up to the fortune teller from the other side and dropped five dollars.

In a small house on stilts by the river, there was a miasma of black smoke. Yang Guiyong crossed Erlang's legs, held a filter cigarette in his mouth, and held a deck of cards in his hand, and more than a dozen people surrounded him, chattering and making a mess. On the table next to Yang Guiyong was his black leather bag, a red ink pad and pen and paper......

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