It lasted more than half a year, and before winter came, the house was finally repaired.

In fact, the house can be built earlier, and the help is enough, but because the silver of the Hanako Gang is not enough, I first bought some materials to cover it, and then bought some materials to build it while building it, and then bought some materials to build it again, so that the cover stopped, and the cover stopped. As soon as they had a little money, they invested in building a house, and the brothers in the village consciously cut down on food and clothing. It is said that it is better to save a little and build Zhuangzi as soon as possible.

After the house was repaired, I bought some boards and bricks, built a long tatami mat in each house, and bought a number of daily necessities, which were added one after another, and the beggars said, our house has been repaired, the owner, let's give it a name, Zhuang Xiaochu thought, since everyone is a beggar, simply call it Huazizhuang, everyone said that this name is good, originally the big guy is called Huazi, Huazi Gang, called Huazi's gang; The beggar below received the silver and went to make a door, and the door was painted with gold, and everything was ready, just waiting to move in.

On this day, an old fortune teller came from the city gate, the old fortune teller had a white beard fluttering, wearing white clothes and white robes, and his gray hair was tied in a bun on the top, which was quite immortal. The little beggars invited the old gentleman over and brought him to the front, Zhuang Xiaochu asked the old gentleman to count the nearest auspicious day of the zodiac, the old man pinched his fingers and said: "The day of the cold dew is an auspicious day of the zodiac, which is suitable for marriage and relocation." ”

Zhuang Xiaochu nodded, took out a small piece of silver, and handed it to the fortune teller, who took the small piece of silver, looked at Zhuang Xiaochu deeply, and said to Zhuang Xiaochu: "Owner, you are different from them, you are not from us here." Zhuang Xiaochu hurriedly withdrew from everyone and asked the fortune teller to come to the temple to talk in detail.

The fortune teller's second sentence was: "You are not our person at this time. Zhuang Xiaochu was shocked and hurriedly asked, "How did Mr. know?"

"I've seen people like you. His name is Wu Yichen. Zhuang Xiaochu hurriedly asked, "Then where is he now?"

"I don't know where he is now, but three years ago, I spent some time with him. ”

"Sir, you are a master, since you can calculate that I am from another world, can you help me go back?"

"No, I've never done that, and I haven't learned anything like that. The old gentleman paused and said, "I think this kind of thing also needs to be coincidental, and the owner of the village can check the ancient books when he has time, and there may be some help." ”

Zhuang Xiaochu In this world, no one will believe that he is from another world, and no one else understands what he says, but only this gentleman can truly understand him and believe him. Zhuang Xiaochu immediately decided to leave this gentleman behind.

"Where are you going, sir?"

"I have nothing to worry about, and the four seas are my home. ”

"Then please sir stay, we all used to be home. Stay, we need you. ”

"But what can I do when I stay, I won't beg, I'll only tell fortunes. I also like to tell fortunes. ”

"Sir, you like to tell fortunes, you see, don't we have a temple? I'll repair and repair it for you, you can tell fortunes here, don't go, treat this place as your home." ”

The old fortune teller has no children and no daughters, and he has been alone all his life, where to wander is not to wander? The four seas are home, which is not home? After thinking about it, he agreed.

On the day of the cold dew, the beggars happily moved into Huazizhuang, behind the temple, next to each other, two rooms, one belongs to the fortune teller to live, and the other Zhuang Xiaochu lives, Xiao Qi is reluctant to be separated from Zhuang Xiaochu, and also lives in the same room with Zhuang Xiaochu. The rest of the rooms are as you like, and those who are willing to live together can live together by themselves. Zhuang Xiaochu sent someone to buy a pig in advance, killed the pig and slaughtered the chicken, and at night everyone ate meat and drank wine, so unhappy.

Zhuang Xiaochu was drunk this day, he only had three taels of wine, and he couldn't stand the beggars all came to toast, everyone was grateful to him, because with him, everyone had food, clothes to wear, and a house to live in, in the hearts of the beggars, the owner of the village was like a god.

After the cold dew, Zhuang Xiaochu asked everyone to decorate the small temple, and a few big characters were written on the door: sincerity is spiritual. In addition, a few small houses were built on both sides of the small temple, one for the old gentleman's divination, and the other for the rest of the old lady who was waiting for him.

After the small temple was repaired, the beggars let out the wind everywhere, saying that the Huazi Temple was manifested, and the land in the temple was very spiritual, as long as they sincerely begged for worship, there was nothing that should not be fulfilled. Next to the small temple, there is also a god operator, who has only one hexagram on his body, and the hexagram is very accurate, but only ten hexagrams are counted every day, and no exception is made.

In this way, the incense of the small temple is considered to be popular, people who come to burn incense every day, people who make wishes and wishes, there is an endless stream, those who want to come to tell the fortune, often have to get up in the morning to line up, Zhuang Xiaochu sent five or six beggars to the temple to help, two in the temple, cleaning, cleaning up the residual incense, three in the small house, busy serving tea and water to the waiting ladies and gentlemen, and one more, specially serving the old gentleman and calling the number.

Every night, the beggars moved the heavy merit box to Zhuang Xiaochu's room, and Zhu Laosi, Xiaoqi, Dacheng, and the lame old Li weighed the gold into the account and reported the amount to Zhuang Xiaochu. It turns out that the temple is the most profitable business, because no one here will play with their hearts and eyes to be cheap, and they are afraid that the Bodhisattva will blame them.

Zhuang Xiaochu didn't think that the incense in the small temple was so strong, it was really a bean and a melon. He was also very busy every day, he bought a lot of ancient books, and buried his head in reading them every day.

It's the Spring Festival, and this is the first Spring Festival after the completion of Huazizhuang. It was very solemn, firecrackers were set off, lanterns were hung, and couplets were pasted. There is money in the village, and everyone who wants to eat dumplings has eaten them, and chicken, duck and fish have all been prepared. The only regret is that the time is too urgent, and there is no time to make new clothes, and the brothers of Huazizhuang all put on their favorite clothes, all of them are beaming.

Zhuang Xiaochu remembered the Spring Festival when he and Xiao Qi lived together, when he and Xiao Qi lived in a small temple and cooked pot porridge, which was their Chinese New Year's Eve dinner. After eating, they snuggled up to each other and fell asleep, and in the middle of the night it rained and snowed (that is, the snow became rain when it fell to the ground), and when they woke up cold, they put tattered blankets over each other. Thinking about this, I can't help but have mixed feelings.