On the large black urn, two pairs of beautiful eyes were reflected.

The same long eyelashes, the same black and white eyeballs.

"Have you heard of it? The decoction in this urn can cure all kinds of diseases, and even the prescriptions of the imperial doctors in the palace can't compare to it. ”

"But what about heart disease? It...... Can it cure heart disease? ”

***

Zhangtai.

A round of scorching sun hung in the sky, bright and shining, so blazing that everything in the world could not be refreshed. Even the noisy summer cicadas seemed to have lost their strength, hiding under the luxuriant camphor leaves, only making a few weak chirps from time to time.

Mu lame sat in the tarpaulin shed under the camphor tree, holding a broken pu fan in his hand, waving it at the bamboo bed on his side one by one, driving away those disturbing mosquitoes and flies. The person on the bed slept soundly because of this, and smashed his mouth from time to time, I don't know if he dreamed of something delicious.

"Mu lame, there is still a stall on this hot day, and I am not afraid of the heat breaking Xiaowu." A few horsemen sitting on the tea stall next to him had just poured a few bowls of tea, and now they were taking off their straw sandals, squinting at the shed while picking their feet beautifully.

Mu lame glared at them listlessly, and spit out the chewed tobacco in his mouth to the ground, "If you don't come out of the stall, where will you get the money to buy food?" You give it. ”

Hearing this, several grooms looked at each other and smiled, and then said, "If you don't have any money, you can owe it first, not to mention far, just this tea stall, you also have a lot of copper plates from the shopkeeper on credit, right?" Having said that, you grandparents and grandchildren have been in Zhangtai for half a month, but you can't wait for a business at the end of the day, and now it's so hot, why bother to set up a shed here for nothing. ”

The shopkeeper of the tea stall came up and smiled while adding tea, "It's not that there is no business at all, Wang Xiucai from Qian'er West Street has been here, saying that he dreamed of his wife who has been there for ten years, and wants Mu Cripple to summon his soul." Guess what, this soul didn't come, but Mu Cripple himself fell asleep first, and the snoring shook the heavens and the earth, and the whole street heard it. ”

Mu lame smashed his shriveled lips twice in protest, "Who made your old wine in Zhangtai so sweet, I couldn't help but drink an extra bowl that day, and I got drunk." ”

Hearing this, the people at the tea stall laughed, and one of the grooms went to the pole that was diagonally planted beside the shed, and stretched out his hand to unfurl the little yellow flag on it, which seemed to be wilted.

On the crumpled flag are two large characters: Embroidered Spirit.

The bright white sunlight shone on the rough black letters, refracting a strange halo. The horseman was stunned for a moment, then pointed to the banner and said with a smile, "Wen Zou Zou, what kind of embroidery is written, you are a rough man, can you still thread the needle?" It's better to simply change it to a conjuring, and this business may be better. ”

The others even chimed in, "Cripple Mu, if you know how to sew and thread, first mend the tattered gown on your body, and it is not a shame to be bare-chested and bare-back all day long." ”

Mu Cripple was teased for a long time, and he was already a little annoyed, he waved his hand at the grooms, raised his voice and said, "If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense, if you want to say this embroidered spirit, but my ancestors' ancestors' ancestors' ancestors...... Hey, I don't know which generation of ancestors learned it from a master. 'The long needle stands, the white thread rises, and all souls return', this method of embroidering spirits has saved countless lonely souls and wild ghosts and sent them to the land of reincarnation. You country dwellers, where can you understand this? ”

The crowd didn't buy his account, but said, "Don't make a fool of yourself here, we haven't seen it yet, and now we think of yourself as the heir of some master." ”

Seeing that no one believed him, Mu Cripple instantly lost his energy, he took a puff of dry smoke, turned around and continued to fan the bamboo bed, who knew that as soon as Fang turned his head, he saw Mu Xiaowu's ears move twice, as if he was about to wake up.

"Grandpa, business is coming." Before he could react, the person who was still sleeping on the bamboo bed had already gotten up, she neatly threw the thick braid on her shoulders behind her, stretched her neck forward with both hands on the bed, and looked at the end of the long street with a pair of black eyes, and the dimples on her face flickered, "Today we have silver to earn, you can go to the restaurant to buy crispy goose to eat." ”

"Xiao Wu, which eye did you see that business was coming, why didn't we look at anything." Seeing Mu Xiaowu's words, the people who were drinking tea put down the tea bowl in their hands and looked into the distance. But it was noon, and there was no figure on the road, only under the base of the wall crowded with people sleeping in the shade.

"This girl has a good ear, she said that if there is, there must be. Hey, shopkeeper, come to a bowl of tea, I'm going to get down to business after drinking. Mu Cripple didn't look into the distance, but only poured the tea handed by the shopkeeper into his mouth.

Sure enough, before he finished drinking the tea, there was a crackling footstep at the end of the long street, and then, in a cloud of rising smoke and dust, several looming figures ran towards this side quickly from a distance.

When they got closer, they saw that they were four stout men, their muscles bulging and black with sweat.

The four of them carried a broken wooden door, and on top of the door lay a woman, her face was pale, her clothes were ragged, but her belly was slightly bulging, as if she was pregnant.

Several people stood still when they walked to the front of the shed, and one of them, the oldest old man, glanced at the banner, wiped the sweat from the corners of his forehead, bowed to Mu Cripple with both hands, and said in a loud voice, "Immortal, please save the daughter-in-law, she has been in a coma for three whole days, and she is about to die." ”

Mu Cripple didn't make a sound, only stroked his beard and looked the man up and down for a moment, and after a while, his head tilted slightly into the shed, motioning for them to carry the person in. Seeing this, several people hurriedly lifted the door panel into the shed and rested it lightly on the ground, as if they were afraid of alarming the woman who didn't seem to have a trace of breath above.

"This woman looks like she has a big belly."

"yes, but do you smell it, there's a big smell of blood around her."

"It's so choking, how can you not smell it."

The people who were still sitting and drinking tea gathered outside the shed at this time, and craned their necks to look inside while talking. However, the flagpole that was placed diagonally on the ground seemed to have become a boundary at this time, and everyone consciously stood on its outer side, not daring to cross a single step.

Mu Xiaowu, who had been sitting on the bamboo bed, slid off the bed, walked to the door panel and squatted down, her dark eyes turned a few times on the woman's bulging belly, and she looked up at the old man and asked, "Did she just give birth to a baby?" ”