What the older generation said is right, the soul is working, Ermiao is a little better, how can it be called a little better? It's sometimes normal, sometimes it's not.

When it's not normal, I'm still looking for work everywhere, and I don't hesitate to do it, and I really take out ten percent of my strength to work, and I often don't give up without getting tired.

Ermiao, who is normal, doesn't work, just sits there, his eyes turn with Fugui and Zaohua, where the two go, Ermiao's eyes go, to say that this situation is normal, it's not too similar, Ermiao's straight and stunned eyes look quite infiltrating.

Fugui thought, could it be that the medicine is too powerful and has side effects?

Since the soul has been called, Er Miao has become more and more aware that the best thing for her in this life is wealth, Fugui and Zaohua are her closest relatives in this world except for her father, she knows that she has done something wrong, not necessarily one day the East Window incident happens, the public security will arrest her, and she will pay the price for her actions, her heart is always in her throat, and every day is regarded as the last day, she is reluctant, reluctant to be rich and noble, lest she see one day less, she wants to see the wealth and jujube flowers, see in her heart, Carved into the heart.

When I can't sleep, I go to work in the field, fortunately, the crops grow in the field, and as soon as the crops grow, there is more work in the field, not only the crops grow in the field, but also the grass, and the grass is this kind of thing, and the vitality does not know how it can be so tenacious, it is simply undefeated, the front has just finished hoeing again, and the green one grows a thin layer in the back, hoeing the grass and fertilizing, fertilizing and topdressing, and catching insects, in short, it is all a thing, and it is not idle.

I didn't know if I didn't work much before, but I really felt that it was not easy to be rich, and the more I realized that it was not easy to be rich, the more I was good to Fugui, and sometimes I served Fugui like an old lady.

After a long time, Fugui tasted the sweetness, and felt that there was nothing wrong with Ermiao, no longer scolding, people were also diligent, the family was cleaned up outside the house, and the work in the field was now also exercised into a good hand, the family was harmonious, and the days were prosperous in his eyes, and Fugui enjoyed it with peace of mind, and sometimes hummed a little song when he came out and went in.

Ermiao felt too much pressure in his heart, sometimes the labor intensity was too high, and the food was not fragrant, and after a long time, Ermiao gradually lost weight. Not to mention, Er Miao is so thin, the fat accumulated on his face is reduced, his facial features are also a little stretched, his eyes are not as small as usual, and his nose is two percent taller under the backdrop of no fat, but the mouth has not changed much, and the whole person looks a lot more energetic, at least the first impression is not ugly and earth-shattering, crying ghosts and gods.

Fugui was more satisfied, and his heart said: Look at who dares to say that the flower is ugly, the flower is fat, and whoever says that the flower is ugly in the future will be anxious with whom.

As the days passed, the missing person notices posted became mottled under the erosion of the wind and rain, and some of the ones that had been posted for a long time had been torn into strips and pieces by the wind, and some were written because they were not very firmly glued, and the light wind blew and hit the wall, making a crackling sound.

Even if the missing person notice has become so miserable, Er Miao's eyes still dare not linger on it, she lives with this secret every day, and goes to the ground every day to finish work, but whenever she passes by the place where the missing person notice is posted, she unconsciously walks a few steps quickly.

In June, the sky became fast, and the sky was still clear, and in a blink of an eye, a strong wind blew, and the heavy dark clouds on the horizon were piled up overhead with lightning rolling, and the rich and noble who was working in the field secretly said that it was not good, if this heavy rain fell, it would definitely not be small, he hurriedly greeted Ermiao, and the two of them put the tools in the ground and ran home.

On the road, the wind is getting stronger and stronger, more and more arrogant, swept the sand and gravel debris shop head cover face smashed on the husband and wife, the two of them half-squinted, difficult to resist the wind, barely ran to the entrance of the village, a big paper "snapped" the whole child called Er Miao's face, Er Miao just tore the paper off his face, and saw the small face of Shi Ke on the paper looking at her with anger and resentment along the slit of his eyes, Er Miao was so frightened that his heart trembled, and his legs were so soft that he couldn't move: Oh my God! With such a strong wind, she can't hide from this piece of paper, and she can still breathe on her face.

In the sky, lightning and thunder followed, and suddenly, a dazzling white light split the dark clouds, followed by a blast of thunder overhead, and then lightning again and again, rumbling thunder rushed overhead.

A common scene in summer, I usually sigh at most: Today's thunder is really not small!

People with weak hearts don't think so, so they saw Er Miao screaming in fright, trembling all over, kneeling on the ground with his head in his hands and unable to walk anymore: Is it going to be retributed, God is going to kill me?

Fugui Wu ran forward, ran for a while and felt that something was wrong, looked back, where was there still the figure of Ermiao, he immediately turned back, the line of sight was blocked in the wind, if it wasn't for Ermiao wearing a flower dress today, Fugui didn't see her, seeing Ermiao lying on the ground, Fugui thought that Ermiao had accidentally fallen, he hurriedly ran to Ermiao's side, tried to pick up Ermiao, and asked loudly: "Hua her mother, why did you fall?" Did the fall hurt? ”

Er Miao trembled, and kept muttering: "I was wrong, I was wrong, God, you spare me, I don't dare anymore, please spare me." ”

The wind was too strong, and Fugui heard Er Miao muttering, and he couldn't hear what she was saying, so he felt that something was wrong with Hua and her mother, why did she feel that Hua and her mother were trembling all over?

Fugui used his body to block the wind and held Er Miao's face, Er Miao's pale face was covered with tears and snot, and his lips trembled all the time, looking overly frightened.

Rich and incomprehensible, although such a big wind and rain is not too common, it is not that I have not seen it, I have to see it several times a year, especially in summer, and I have never seen Hua her mother scared like this, what is wrong today, I look scared of my soul.

Fugui was distressed, he turned around, squatted down, put Er Miao on his back, raised his legs and ran home.

The clouds were getting thicker and thicker, it was getting darker and darker, and it was raining, at first a few drops, but in an instant, the rain poured down from the sky as if the sky had collapsed. The door of the house was far away, Fugui ran and jogged, the two still let the rain permeate, he ran into the yard, "bang" pushed open the door of the hall, but the jujube flowers who were sitting on the bed watching the rain were startled.

Zaohua was frightened and turned back, his father stood at the door of the house with his mother wet on his back, Fugui put Ermiao on the chair and sat down, and arranged Zaohua: "Flower, hurry up and pour a pot of warm water to wipe your mother, I think something is wrong with your mother." ”

"Hey!" Zaohua quickly jumped off the bed, poured half a basin of warm water, pulled a towel to soak in it, and brought it to the table: "Dad, the water is here." ”

Fugui took off the wet clothes on Ermiao's body, unscrewed the towel and wiped it clean for Ermiao, and then carried Ermiao to the bed and covered it with a towel.

Ermiao remained motionless, letting Fugui clean her up, until she lay on the bed, she slowly stopped trembling and fell into a deep sleep.

Zaohua lay on the edge of the bed, looked at Ermiao's pale cheeks and asked, "Dad, what's wrong with my mother?" ”

"The thunder is too loud today, your mother is scared, it's okay, just get some sleep." Fugui looked at Er Miao with a loving gaze, touched her face with his palm, and asked Zaohua: "Flower, are you hungry?" Daddy is rolling noodles for a while, is it eating? ”

"Yes, medium." Jujube likes to eat noodles, of course, she will say it, but she doesn't understand that the family eats stick noodles every day, and why does the father who is not a festival want to roll noodles today.

When the noodles were cooked, the rain stopped, and the rich and prosperous noodles were good, let the jujube flowers eat first, and send them to Ermiao first with the bowl.

"Hua mother, it's time to eat, and then go to sleep after eating." Fugui called softly, Er Miao was still asleep, but his breathing was a little heavy, and his cheeks were still flushed, Fugui called a few times, Er Miao opened his eyes slightly, and muttered: "I don't want to eat." After saying that, he turned over and continued to sleep.

Fugui intuitively felt that Ermiao's face was wrong, he put the bowl aside and tested Ermiao's forehead with his palm, and sure enough, Ermiao had a fever.

Why is this still a fever, and it's not a child, can you still scare the fever with a thunderbolt? Fugui recalled the scene where Er Miao was so frightened by the thunder that he hugged his head and lay on the ground, shouldn't normal adults hurry up and find a place to hide in this kind of weather, how does this head look like a normal person's behavior? He turned out the standing medicine, found out chlorpheniramine and fed it to Er Miao, and pulled a bowl of noodles down his stomach with three times and five divided by two, thinking about it or not at ease, he called the jujube flower over: "Flower, you come over to watch your mother, dad goes out." ”

"Okay." Zaohua moved a small bench to sit at the head of the bed, her mother has been good recently, good to her, good to her father, not scolding, such a mother Zaohua is willing to be close.

The air after the rain is full of moisture, and the smoke released by the stove fire has not yet risen into the air before it spreads, and the air is wafting with the aroma of food and the smoke of firewood and grass.

Fugui went straight to Yang Xinghe's house, but fortunately, the two families were not far away, and he tiptoed and picked up a clean place to walk.

It's raining today, Ding Guilian cooks late, this time, just cooked the pot with chopped green onions, poured a box of small cabbage into the pot and stir-fried, the family has a large population, and every time you cook, you have to fry a big pot full of food, otherwise it is not enough to eat, after the little cabbage is fried, she filled the pot with a few scoops of water, and grabbed a large handful of vermicelli and threw it into the pot.

The door of Yang Xinghe's courtyard was wide open, Fugui looked inside, and saw that Ding Guilian was cooking, he knocked the mud off his feet, and then knocked on the door: "Auntie, what about cooking?" ”

Ding Guilian heard that it was Fugui's voice, and she didn't look back, and said directly: "Fugui is here, come in, your uncle is in the hall." ”

"Auntie, I'm not looking for my uncle, I'm here to ask my aunt today." Fugui walked behind Ding Guilian and said, "Auntie, I'll cook the pot, you just stir-fry." ”

"I don't need you, my aunt can be busy, let's say, what's the matter with my aunt?" Ding Guilian filled the stove with a handful of firewood, stood up and lifted the lid of the pot, and turned the vermicelli under the cabbage with a shovel.

Fugui sat directly in front of the stove, picked up a wooden stick, picked up the firewood in the furnace hole, the firewood was loose, more vigorous, and the bright fire shone over, reflecting the sadness on Fugui's face very clearly.

Ding Guilian put down the spatula in her hand and teased: "What, Fugui, look at this lawsuit, what worries you like this?" ”

"Auntie, what can I do, it's not Hua She's mother."

"What's wrong with Ermiao, haven't you already handed over the soul, you said it's much better?"

"It was much better a few days ago, but today is wrong, let me tell you......" Fugui told Ding Guilian about Ermiao's performance today, and said at the end: "Auntie, you said that Hua is such a big person, and she has never been afraid of thunder in the past, so as for thunder today, is it scared like that?" ”

Ding Guilian's face was solemn: "It stands to reason that it won't." She thought for a while: "Fugui, did you fail to call the soul last time, or did the soul call back, and some dirty things also came back and attached to Ermiao?" Only this goblin and ghost will be afraid of thunder, so let's go back first, and when my aunt eats, I will go to your house to take a look. ”

"Nacheng, I'll wait for you first." Fugui stood up, turned his head and was about to leave.

"Let's eat before we go." Ding Guilian politely retained.

"No, Auntie, I came here after dinner."

Fugui said goodbye to Ding Guilian, and waited for less than an hour when she got home, Ding Guilian came to the door, she picked up the oil lamp and looked at Er Miao's face carefully, and was silent for a long time.

Fugui looked nervous, lest Er Miao had a terrible evil god on him.

"Fugui, bring me a bowl of water and a pair of chopsticks." Ding Guilian commanded, to be honest, she couldn't tell if Er Miao was a ghost at all, but she still remembered her mother's set of procedures for exorcism.

Ding Guilian held the water bowl, her ring finger pointed at the water and flicked it three times on Er Miao's face, and then took the water bowl and turned left three times and right three times on Er Miao's head, and after putting down the bowl, she inserted the chopsticks in the center of the bowl, and recited a set of incantations in her mouth that no one could understand, and the chopsticks stood magically.

Fugui's scalp was numb, Jujube didn't understand at all, stood aside and looked strange, saw chopsticks standing in the water bowl, and was about to speak, Fugui hurriedly covered her mouth and didn't let her speak.

Ding Guilian was proud in her heart, the skill of this chopsticks standing water bowl is not easy to practice, there is a certain skill, of course, this belongs to the craft of the door, and it cannot be passed on. Ding Guilian held the bowl steadily, with a serious face, incantation in her mouth, until she brought the bowl to the door, and splashed the chopsticks and water far away, then turned back to the house and exhaled: "Okay, I have done the law, tomorrow Ermiao will be fine, of course I am a local method, not necessarily accurate, you still have to insist on taking this medicine, let's have a combination of soil and ocean, and a double insurance in two ways." ”

"Auntie, thank you so much!" Fugui was full of gratitude, and hurriedly wrapped five eggs and handed them to Ding Guilian: "Auntie, you take it, I don't have anything to take it for, you take these eggs back and fill them up for my uncle to have a snack." ”

Ding Guilian pretended to push out: "The villagers in the township, my aunt didn't help much, how can I ask for your things?" ”

Fugui insisted: "Auntie, you just accept it, I will trouble you several times, otherwise I won't be able to go." ”

Ding Guilian pushed a few times, and then took the egg: "Then the aunt will accept it." ”

"Take, take." Fugui put the egg in Ding Guilian's palm.

Ding Guilian thought happily on the way home: The old lady is right, this craft can't be lost, look, this will be profitable! In the future, the business will definitely get better and better, as for whether you can see the disease, obviously, you must be optimistic, she just explained that she is rich, and the medicine must be insisted on, not just a small fever, I don't believe that it is not good to take medicine!