Everyone couldn't help laughing, laughing constantly, Zhou Pao didn't laugh, look at this month and look at that, he didn't know why everyone laughed when they saw the 100 million yuan bill. Maybe it's the surprise over-the-top.

"What are you laughing at? Isn't this big money too amazing? Zhou Pao held up the money and said, "It means that you don't have this blessing." I will be a rich and noble man in my old age. Those corrupt officials in our country are greedy for tens of millions, hundreds of millions at most, and I, as for me, as soon as I stretched out my hand, it was 100 million, and it was still in dollars, and I might be able to pick a few more in the future. ”

"Uncle Zhou, don't be angry, you have water in this dollar." Zhou Guang said to Zhou Pao, but he didn't say it directly.

"The moisture is from the sweat just now. This 100 million dollars is exactly the same as that of TV. Zhou Pao didn't believe what else he said.

"Uncle Zhou, this money is fake." Chi'er said to him: "Uncle Zhou, don't be angry, just find a money detector to check it." ”

"You are all cultural people, your brains are spinning fast, seeing that I have 100 million US dollars, are you red-eyed, are you doing a good job of deceiving me, and everyone will get a share." Zhou Pao's face was purple and red with anger, and under the drive of money, he lost his trust in people, his selfishness was inflated, and he was very suspicious.

"Otherwise, we'll take you to the town bank to find out." Zhou Guang said patiently.

"I won't go, whoever of you wants to go, the people on the underworld are targeting, it's a trivial matter if the money is lost, and it's not worth it if I lose my life." He clutched the coin and held on, but no one actually touched his money.

"I also call you Uncle Zhou, let me tell you, your money is a dark coin, it is Yin Si paper, only the Lord of Yama circulates this kind of money, if you don't want to believe it, you can keep it for the time being, and wait for this kind of money to circulate in our village. It's never too late for you to spend. Zhang Bo smiled, told him, and gave a suggestion.

"You kid, people in their twenties and thirties also call me uncle, it's not too much to call uncle, you can do this method. Then I'll go. Zhou got off the chair, holding a 100 million yuan bill in his hand, and as soon as the shoe fell off, he bent down to pick up the half-pulled slippers that had worn off the heel, and his fingers buckled the ash between his toes, put on the shoes and left.

"Uncle Zhou, let's leave after eating! Chi'er stepped forward to stop Uncle Zhou and keep him.

"No, now this will be. When people see money, they change immediately, and the common people are not inferior to those who are officials. Zhou Pao was really angry, turned around and squeezed between Zhou Guang and Chi'er, walked out of the hall with a snort, walked into the courtyard, turned around and threw down a sentence: "Guang Ji, you child, just like the village chief." The bigger the official, the darker the heart, the greater the culture you are. The more untruthful the heart. ”

Zhou Pao disappeared under the poplar tree outside the gate, dreaming of money.

Zhou Guang couldn't be happy, he was wronged, and of course Chi'er understood.

"It's simple, go to town and buy a few, so he can understand it at a glance." Zhang Bo found a trick to solve the problem.

"That's the way it can be. You drink and shout, I'll go in the afternoon, no, I'll go right away. Chi'er said.

"Stay safe on the road." Zhou Guang said: "Let's start drinking to relieve fatigue." "Actually. Zhou Guang was depressed, lost Uncle Zhou's trust for no reason, and was scolded.

Chi'er put the food and drink, went back to the kitchen to eat some noodles, rode the motorcycle under the door, and went to the town. Senko's.

The two drank each other with a wine cup, and after drinking a cup and pouring a cup, Zhang Bo also felt very comfortable.

"Uncle Zhou won't believe me anymore from now on." Zhou Guang was lost.

"It's okay, my brother and sister rode to town, and this matter will be clarified soon." Zhang Bo said that it means not to be annoyed.

"Who raised this dark coin?" Zhou Guang complained.

"The underworld currency, also known as the underworld currency, is one of the traditional sacrifices to ghosts and gods, ancestors. It first appeared in the Liao Dynasty and has a history of more than two years. It is a way of currency exchange for people in the underworld, and some say that starting from the Eastern Han Dynasty, there was a poem: the Eastern Han Dynasty began to have money, and the paper was made by Cai Hou. Why is it that when there is no paper, you don't hear that the ghost is poor and hungry? People often burn paper money to commemorate their relatives. By the time of the Eastern Han Dynasty, it was popular to have money, that is, pottery money, five plants of money, and so on. Zhang Bo said a few words, and the wine weighed on his heart.

"Also, please advise." Zhou Guang was happy, this dark coin is also a university question.

"There is a story recorded in the "History of the South", Zhao Seng Yan has a disciple, and before he died, he said to his disciple: I want to leave tonight, there is a lot of money in the pot - thousand, it costs money to go to the underworld, and there is a short mountain interception on the road, so I can't help it, and it costs a lot of money. Of course, if you want the poor to get rich, burn more, and bury more. If I want to be reincarnated there as soon as possible, or find a good job, I have to give gifts to Lord Yan and officials from all walks of life, go to the economic development zone to find a fat shortage, or do a big business and pay less taxes, even if I am a small village cadre, I can get back the money I spent, and I can become the director of the health center. Grate is a master. Zhang Bo said slowly.

Zhou Guang smiled: "Then Zhao Seng Yan really said this?" ″

"There are a few words that I translated, and I associate them with social reality—the underworld down there." Zhang Bo served a cup of wine and ate a piece of boiled peanuts to dress up as cucumbers.

"Poetry can also play on the underworld, wouldn't it be a waste of literary brilliance." Zhou Guang said politely.

It is also a kind of culture, Bai Juyi has written such poems: who knows that there is no point in the thick of money, and the autumn wind blows paper money in vain. Yuan Juan of the Yuan Dynasty also wrote: Cong bamboo rain sheds silver candle tears, and falling flowers and wind soar money ashes. Take mourning and art to a higher level. Among these poems, only Xu Ning's "Jiaxing Cold Food" is written with a taste for life: Jiaxing Guoli is full of cold food, and every family is swept back at sunset. Only Su Xiaoxiao in front of the county, no one sent paper money. Zhang Bo sighed.

"What a person Su Xiaoxiao is, I am lonely and unheard, and I know very little." Zhou Guang told the truth. Don't be ashamed to ask.

"A famous prostitute in the Qiantang River of Southern Qi, his life can be summarized in this way: nineteen blood ptysis burial for a lifetime, the soul is not scattered and the flowers are not scattered, and the dream of Zhong Zhong is the same for three years, - the birth of Xileng writes the autumn wind. Alas! Zhang Bo commented that it was like tasting the wine in the cup: "This wine has the taste of hometown." ”

"Big brother, you have such a profound foundation in Chinese studies, why don't you write some historical novels and make Su Xiaoxiao out of a mixture of joy and sorrow." Zhou Guang discovered that Zhang Bo was not only capable of writing a rural novel.

"As long as it can promote social progress and promote human physical and mental health, you can write about any kind of subject." Zhang Bo said what he said from the heart.

"You and what I think, I plan to open a new chapter, write a book about women in the depths of the mountains, the protagonist and a money-loving master Uncle Zhou, lead the daughters of the primitive society, go to the current society, write about their hobbies, write about their beauty, write about the smell of sweat in women, write about their slippery bodies after washing the mountain springs, and then, they create the world inside and outside the mountains with different personalities." Zhou Guang was inspired. Said as he drank a little wine.

"This is also a theme, inside and outside the mountains, it must be your specialty, but don't forget to write the dark coin. I'm in favor. Zhang Bo expressed his support and met Zhou Guang.

"I'm going to write an outline in the next few days, and you see." Zhou Guang's interest was quite high.

"No problem, but the work must be positive, bright, and preferably add to the character of you and your younger siblings." Zhang Bo ate cold beans and garlic cucumbers.

"Why?" Zhou Guang was a little puzzled.

"The main line of the characters is easy to grasp. Besides, the younger siblings are a work of art, elegant and vulgar, considerate and dedicated, plus a little pungent, bold, debauched, and slightly white complexion, this character image jumps on the paper. Zhang Bo said.

"I'm better at writing myself. Add honesty, add alertness, add thickness, add meticulousness, add extreme, appearance plus skin black, contradictory, to find the opposite. Zhou Guang said.

Don't forget the wise saying in character building: character is destiny. Zhang Bo said.

"Said the German writer Jovaris." Zhou Guang said.

"And Uncle Zhou, a $100 million play." Zhang Bo said that he laughed, and Zhou Guang also laughed, and they both felt the sadness and comical of Zhou Pao, why is there no shortage of these people in China.

At this moment, the sun shone down from the west Wanghai Ridge, and finally Nanshan Mountain, Meng Shigu watched them sit in the hall facing south, chatting about the heavens and the earth, talking about the east and the west, from the ancient times to the present, as long as they know, let it play, and finally, the topic fell back to Uncle Zhou Pao. $100 million.

Chi'er rode a motorcycle and put out the fire in the yard.

To be continued (To be continued......