When Na Qin'er heard this, she almost didn't cry, so she said, "Little brother, is there a way to stop the disaster?" ”

As she spoke, she took out a few red tickets, and after a closer look, there were about five or six, and I have to say that this piano is still quite atmospheric.

I stopped and didn't take the money, sighed deeply, and said, "Girl, it's not a question of money, I'll just ask you a word." ”

She was slightly stunned and asked, "What words?" ”

"Do you believe me?" When I said this, I pretended to be serious, and there was a bit of sophistication in my tone.

She didn't answer the question immediately, but glanced at me warily and said slowly, "Faith! ”

As soon as I heard this, I breathed a sigh of relief in my heart, I thought that I needed to talk to her for a while to make her believe me completely, but I didn't expect it to be so easy to believe. However, think about it, the woman who is generally a widow believes in numerology, and I said that she is not a physical problem as soon as I opened my mouth before, and it is strange that she does not believe me.

So, I talked to her about numerology for a while, and it was all some ambiguous words, but those ambiguous words made Na Qin'er believe me even more, and without saying a word, she stuffed a few hundred yuan into me, saying that she was grateful to me for solving her puzzles.

Hearing this, I feel a little inexplicable, this woman can't be sick! I didn't want to give her the money back, after all, we had only been out of the hall for three hours, so we said to her, "After so much, there is only one way to stop your bloody disaster!" ”

"How?" She was stunned for a moment and asked.

"Do good deeds and accumulate virtue, good people, great benevolence." I took a sip of the unknown thing in front of me and spoke.

"Little brother, what is goodness?" She asked, as if she was nervous.

Looking at her reaction, I don't know what's going on, I can't bear to lie to her, so I plan to tell her the truth.

The sister-in-law seemed to see my thoughts, coughed violently, and said, "Qin'er, there have been deaths in our village recently, and there is a lack of a special profession, you... You... In the city is just to do... The job... Karma, helping our village this great favor is to accumulate great goodness, and there will be good rewards in the future. ”

Na Qin'er was stunned, laughed awkwardly, and asked me, "Little brother, is it really good to do that?" ”

When I heard her ask, I felt a little unbearable, but when I thought of Shen Jun's Yin Qi, if there was no Luo Widow to go, the hope of success was not very great, so I nodded and sighed.

When she saw me nodding, her face was overjoyed, and she quickly stood up, tidied up the clothes on her body, and said, "Let's go!" ”

To tell the truth, seeing her so anxious, I was vaguely uneasy in my heart, as the saying goes, if you don't burn incense if you don't have anything to do, there will be something wrong with burning incense, this qin is so anxious, what should be going on, but I am an ordinary eight immortals, I don't know how to tell fortunes, and I can't calculate it at all.

I pondered for a while, things have come to this point, so I had to deceive this Qin'er first, and put Shen Jun's funeral first. Afterwards, let Qing Xuanzi calculate it for her for free, if something really happens, let Qing Xuanzi block the disaster for her, and it will also be regarded as repaying her favor.

Afterwards, the three of us rushed towards the village of Yanma, and it is worth mentioning that before leaving, Na Qin'er stuffed me with a lot of things, and the packaging was in English, according to her, these things were foreign goods, and I asked them to take back to my parents to try.

As the saying goes, eating people and eating soft, taking people with short hands, holding the things of the qin, I am more and more sure in my heart to let Qing Xuanzi take a look for her.

Half an hour later, the three of us returned to the entrance of Walker Village, and happened to meet Lao Wang and they pulled a large truckload of paper ties, not to mention, those paper ties are really vivid, especially the maid, at first glance, like a living person.

"Nine guys, the senior guy called and said you want to hire a papermaker?" When Lao Wang saw me, he jumped out of the truck.

I nodded, "yes, did you please?" ”

"I invited the owner of the paper shop over!" As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pointed to the cab of the truck, and said, "Jiu Yanzi, that paper craftsman is called Fan Crazy, and his temper is a little weird, when you talk to him, it's best to be respectful!" ”

I hummed, handed the foreign goods in my hand to Lao Wang, and asked him to leave some for my parents, and the rest were all sent to the eight immortals. ”

"Good Ratcha!" Those eight immortals shouted, jumped out of the car, one handed the paper on the car, and several people followed, as for the paper houses, it was two people who carried them back, which is not to say that the paper houses are heavy, but etiquette.

The eight immortals were very busy, I smiled, and asked Sister-in-law Hua to lead Qin'er back to the village first, and after the two of them left, I walked towards the cab of the truck, and vaguely saw a person sitting in it smoking a cigarette, knocked on the glass window, and said, "Mr. Fan, Xiao Jiu is here to salute you." ”

As I spoke, I bent slightly toward the position.

"You are Chen Baxian?" The window glass was rolled down, and the man was in his sixties, his temples were white, his eyes were a little sunken, and he looked deep and spiritual, and a strange symbol was embroidered on the collar.

I froze for a moment, the symbol seemed to have been seen somewhere, suddenly, I suddenly remembered that when I was in Quyang, Guo Fatzi was seriously injured, and the medicine box of the Chinese medicine doctor Lu seemed to be this kind of symbol, could it be that the papermaker in front of me has nothing to do with the old Chinese medicine doctor?

Thinking of this, I bent down to the papermaker again and said, "The kid is Chen Baxian, I don't know what you call it?" ”

He didn't speak, looked at me a few times, nodded slightly, and said, "Yes, Jiang Tiansheng didn't exaggerate you, and he did have a little ability!" ”

As soon as I heard this, I was even more puzzled, so I said, "Do you always know Jiang Ye?" ”

He laughed and said, "Don't you know, the young ones will often quarrel with that old thing." ”

After speaking, he threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, pushed the car door and walked down, patted me on the shoulder a few times, and said in a deep voice: "Chen Baxian, don't embarrass your master, work hard, maybe you will have a future in the future." ”

Hearing this, I was overjoyed in my heart, this person should know my so-called master, and hurriedly handed him a cigarette, lit a fire for him, and asked straight to the point: "Mr. Fan, I don't know who my master is?" What is the relationship between you and Chinese medicine doctor? ”

As soon as the words fell, his face immediately sank, shook off the cigarette in his hand, and said angrily: "Don't mention to me that surnamed Lu, that old guy is not human at all!" ”

I smiled embarrassedly, looking at this posture, Mr. Fan and Chinese medicine Lu should have a grudge, and it is the kind of hatred that is very deep, and was about to speak, he opened his mouth and said angrily: "Chen Baxian, let me tell you, mention the surname Lu again, I won't sell this truckload of paper to you." ”

Hearing this, I was also drunk, and quickly suppressed the doubts in my heart and said, "Then can you tell me about my master?" ”

"Your master!" He paused for a moment and said, "I can't tell you for the time being, just let Jiang Tiansheng tell you about it when the time comes." ”

As he spoke, he sat on the ground like a child, picked up the cigarette that had been thrown away, blew off the dust on the cigarette holder, took a few puffs, and said, "Don't stand, sit down quickly, the old man will give you something good to smoke!" ”

I smiled bitterly, no wonder Lao Wang said that this Mr. Fan has a strange temper, it is really a little weird, and it is not easy to refuse his kindness, so he sat down next to him and said: "Old man, the village is ready to Yin Qi, I can only sit with you for a while, I hope you will forgive me!" ”

He nodded, took out a palm-sized plastic bag from his arms, and could vaguely see the word laundry detergent.

Just when I was stunned, he opened the bag, took out a three-finger piece of paper from it, which was the corner of the calendar, and took out a small amount of tobacco, put the tobacco on the paper and rolled it up.

Seeing this, I realized that this Mr. Fan was planning to let me smoke dry tobacco, and I was not polite, I reached out to take the dry tobacco, and said thank you to him, lit it, the taste is not bad, much stronger than the white sand I usually smoke.

"What does it taste like?" He asked lightly.

"It's okay!" I'm telling the truth.

He nodded, took a few puffs of cigarettes, and said slowly: "Being a man is like rolling a dry cigarette, you need to come step by step, not fast, not slow, fast will let the tobacco fall out, slow the cigarette is not tight, it will cause the whole cigarette to fall apart." ”

As he spoke, he rubbed the cigarette in his hand and continued: "This finished cigarette, no matter how positive and tight it is, it will break when you rub it gently. ”

Listening to these words, I felt a little inexplicable, how to smoke, there are so many big truths, and I was about to speak, when Mr. Fan stopped at me and asked, "Do you understand the meaning of my words?" ”

I shook my head and said, "I don't understand!" "I'm telling the truth, I really don't understand what he meant.

"Everything is done in accordance with the rules, and you can't rush for quick success!" As if disappointed, he stood up, tapped me on the shoulder a few times, and said, "I slept in the car tonight, and screamed when I was needed tomorrow!" ”

I nodded solemnly, thinking to myself, is he hinting at me?

After thinking about it for a while, I didn't understand what he meant, so I hurriedly said goodbye to him and was about to go back to the village.

Mr. Fan jumped out of the truck, holding a paper box in his hand, the size of a palm, with a paper lock on it, and said, "Chen Baxian, wait, this box contains the key to the house, this is the key to the box!" ”

As he spoke, he raised his other hand.

As soon as I heard this, how could I not understand what he meant, he deliberately put the keys to the paper house in this box, trying to ask for red envelopes. However, although there is a suspicion of begging for red envelopes, since the prosperity of paper-made products, there has been such a set of rules, that is, to separate the paper-tied house from the key, as for why, I don't know very well.

I touched my trouser pocket, the money is a little, but, there is no red envelope, after all, normal people who have nothing to kick empty the red envelope, just looked around a few times, found a red plastic bag not far away, picked up, wrapped twelve yuan, folded into the style of a red envelope, said: "A little heart and hope that the old gentleman will not dislike it." ”

He nodded and said: "A piece of paper is like a thousand generals, generations of generals will be stars, the door of the underworld under the paper, and the yang people will be prosperous." ”

After speaking, he took the red envelope with one hand, handed me the cardboard box and key with the other, and said, "For your master's sake, I will give you four words, printing seven and seven seals." ”