Lao Dao was driving, the speed was very slow, but his palms were sweaty;

From time to time, Lao Dao would deliberately glance over to look at the boss sitting in the co-pilot's seat, but fortunately, the boss didn't seem to be angry.

In fact, on weekdays, the people in the bookstore don't communicate much with the outside.

Needless to say, the boss and Yingying have been busy with work, except for shouting "what a coincidence" when he was rubbing rice, and he also wiped his mouth and left directly after eating;

Lao Xu occasionally goes to the market to buy vegetables, and basically stays in the store to beautify or ponder his own formation.

Therefore, it is the old way to communicate with the neighbors and socialize in the bookstore.

Generally, when various organizations such as the street or the district or the local police station want to hold a study meeting on "creating civilized health", "fire safety matters", "paying taxes honorably", etc., they are also old-fashioned.

In his communication with the sanitation brothers and sisters, he said that he was an old father who was not easy, and he was an old father who had a good child.

Wandering for half a life, with a little money, but his son is not angry;

The son has a withdrawn personality and likes to study yin and yang knowledge, he has no choice but to drag this old body to accompany his son, for fear that his son will live alone and live alone if he is in a bad mood one day and go directly to the underworld for sightseeing.

The old Taoist breathed a sigh of relief, he arrived at the place, and most importantly, the boss didn't ask him about the "son".

Get off the Jianghai Avenue elevated highway to Xingren Town, which is the junction of Chongchuan District and Tongzhou District of Tongcheng, continue to go deeper, pass through the town, and soon be able to reach the township.

Lao Dao obviously asked the address of the person in advance, and after turning a few corners, he arrived at Luhuagang Village below Xingren Town.

Basically, these are self-built two-story or even three-story buildings, and to be honest, if this kind of house was not built earlier, people's aesthetic level was not as high as it is now, and it was slightly modified to make a villa.

In addition, in the case of having their own fields in front and their own fish ponds in the back, the comfort of living directly kills the so-called townhouses or large flats.

The car stopped directly in front of the other party's house, and the sanitation worker's uniform on the other party's old father had not been taken off, so he hurriedly greeted him.

He should be the father of the person who had the accident, call him the old grandson, an honest rough old man, and took the initiative to hand over the cigarette diligently.

"Old grandson, where is your son?"

Lao Dao invited the boss at this time, but he can be regarded as being able to be angry in front of his old partner.

"Lying in the upstairs room, these days, I've been lying down, and I haven't eaten much, alas!"

As soon as the old grandson said this, he frowned, his son is not married, if something goes wrong, how can he and his wife live.

"What are you talking about here, take us up and have a look, don't worry, I'll pack a ticket for you here, whether it's sick or dirty, I'm ............"

Lao Dao wanted to pat Zhou Ze on the shoulder as he spoke,

Fortunately, in an instant, he came to his senses,

Immediately said:

"My ears are a little itchy."

In fact, Lao Dao is not a blind blow, it is really a problem with the body, his own boss has been a doctor, and he can also take a look, if there is any other dirty thing, then don't panic!

The people who have been killed by the king of Hades, do you still care about you, a little ghost?

"Yes, yes, please, please."

Lao Sun led Zhou Ze and Lao Dao upstairs together, Zhou Ze walked at the back, in fact, there was another very important reason why Zhou Ze finally agreed to follow Lao Dao.

Just as Lao Zhang is the political correctness of the bookstore, Lao Tao is also another benchmark.

In the past, I just simply thought that the old way was a thunderbolt, and the nickname was uncomfortable if I didn't go to thunder.

Up to now, Zhou Ze felt that Lao Dao had a kind of luck, if you could not be killed by him, it would be able to turn him into a trigger for chance and treasures.

Things in the outside world are like cobwebs, but the old way can always pull you the line you need.

It's like when he was thinking about how to increase production, Lao Dao was able to bump into the two immortal slaves who ran down and hid in the mortal world.

The balcony on the second floor passed, Old Man Sun pushed open the door, Lao Dao followed in, Zhou Ze just took a step in, and immediately stepped back, frowning and saying:

"What's burning in the house, so choking?"

Lao Dao was stunned for a moment, what is it?

The old grandson was stunned for a moment, and then screamed, the whole person seemed extremely excited, "poof", knelt down in front of Zhou Ze, and shouted:

"Master, master, please save my son, save my son!!"

If it weren't for the fact that Lao Dao saw that the situation was wrong and stopped the old grandson, the old grandson would have kowtowed directly to Zhou Ze.

"You get up, you get up, can't we get up and say something, what are you doing like this, we are all here, we must help, otherwise what are we doing here!"

The old grandson was so excited that he cried, as if he had seen a savior, pointing at Zhou Ze and crying to the old man:

"Brother Lu, your son, your son doesn't eat dry food, and he doesn't have a neurotic brain problem!

He is really capable, really capable, your son is a master! ”

"............" old way.

Mom sells batches!

Lao Tzu asked the boss to come and help you with his old face,

You old bastard is trying to kill me!

"Master, master, please, please save my son, save my son, please............"

Zhou Ze directly ignored the excitement of the old grandson,

In his sight,

The house is indeed smoky,

It's like someone burned something inside,

But then,

Zhou Ze realized that these things can only be seen by himself, and ordinary people can't see them, but since this is the case, the son of the old grandson is obviously not a physical disease.

"Get out of the way."

Zhou Ze waved his hand.

The old grandson didn't seem to hear it, he broke free from the shackles of the old way with a handful of snot and tears, and wanted to grab Zhou Ze and continue to cry.

Boss Zhou took a step back,

Lao Dao immediately ran over, hugged and fell, and threw the overly excited old grandson to the ground, he knew the boss himself's cleanliness, if you put snot and tears or something on the boss,

Oh, my God

It's horrible!

"Get out of the way."

"Okay, old grandson, obedient, obedient."

Lao Sun finally quieted down, nodded immediately, and Lao Dao let go of him.

forthwith

Lao Dao and Lao Sun Tou both stood outside the door.

Zhou Ze stretched out his hand, using the evil qi of his fingertips as a guide, and pulled out all the filthy qi inside, and then walked into this room.

"It's over, let's go, go in."

Lao Dao patted Lao Sun's shoulder.

Zhou Ze walked to the side of the bed, where a mosquito net was hung on the bed, and a young man was lying on it, his face sallow.

didn't waste too much time on this man, Zhou Ze turned to look around, in fact, this kind of thing is not difficult for Zhou Ze to solve now.

After all, with Tie Hanhan and a half-faced personality, if he can still be restrained by the imp in the yang world, then the boss of Zhou can really take Tie Hanhan to find a piece of tofu and kill him.

It's just that this process is a bit cumbersome, because that kind of dirty thing doesn't mean that it always follows you when it hurts you, the kind that always lies down with you, sleeps and eats together, either hates you to the point of hatred to the bone or loves you so much that I can't extricate myself.

In the house, there is no such dirty thing, so there is an extra game link of "finding clues" in the middle, which makes Boss Zhou a little impatient.

For example, people who are used to advanced physics have to teach junior high school students the principle of refraction of light.

finally

Boss Zhou jumped and reached out to pat the top of the mosquito net.

Some of the leaves of the grass fell, looking like dead grass and straw.

Now is the time when the farming is busy, and there are basically straw piles in the fields.

When Old Man Sun saw this, he was immediately frightened, and his lips began to white.

"What's the matter, old grandson, if you know anything, just say it." Lao Dao reminded him on the side, the boss didn't go over his lunch break to help!

"Master, master, please save my son, save ............"

Lao Dao immediately slapped a chestnut on the back of the old grandson's head and scolded: "You quickly say something useful!" ”

Lao Sun Tou came back to his senses, pointed to the straw on the ground and said: "It's him, it's definitely him, it's definitely him, it's him, it's him, it's him!! ”

"No, who is he!" The old man was dissatisfied.

"The five groups of the West Village, the five groups of the West Village, seem to be surnamed Zheng." When the old grandson said this, his eyes were a little blank, as if he felt guilty, seemed to be afraid, and at the same time had a little resentment.

"What's wrong with you?"

Lao Dao asked directly,

Because I don't understand this,

If you don't provoke others, how can they still haunt you when they become ghosts?

"According to the regulations, isn't it forbidden to burn straw now, because it pollutes the environment, it will cause fires, and it will affect traffic or something, it has been banned for several years, and it has been banned for many years."

"yes, what's wrong?" Lao Dao continued to ask.

In the past few years, every time at this time, farmers began to burn straw, which was really smoky, and the air quality was greatly affected, not to mention, the nearby transportation network was equivalent to a man-made "foggy day".

"My son is from the urban management team, and he began to go to the countryside to investigate the illegal burning of straw a while ago, and then found out that the person surnamed Zheng, who is in his fifties, secretly burned the straw.

After being caught showing and evidence, my son and their team went directly to do punishment education. ”

"Fined?" Lao Dao asked.

"Well, it's fined, this is in accordance with the regulations, and we have posted notices in every village here before, and the fine for burning straw without permission is two hundred to two thousand."

"How much was the fine?"

"Two thousand."

Hearing this, Lao Dao licked his lips.

The old grandson patted his thigh and said regretfully:

"Who knew that after the person surnamed Zheng was fined, he didn't know how, he couldn't think about it when he went home, so he committed suicide by drinking pesticides!

Damn it, if you die, you will die, why do you still hold a grudge against my son, you are fined two thousand, and my son is only divided into two or three hundred yuan in their team, why do you care about my son! ”