Some people call you brother on the surface, but they may stab you behind the scenes.

At this moment, a fat woman outside rushed in, grabbed the man's ear, and scolded, "Can you be?" You're on display, aren't you? You know a lot, don't you? You're just talking fast, aren't you? The village chief is giving out red envelopes outside, so don't go and get them yet! What are you muttering here? ”

The man laughed and ran out.

The location of the red envelope can really be chosen, just under the old locust tree not far from Huang Xiaoyu's house.

A lot of people have gathered.

Huang Shuliang's voice sounded: "The old yellow dog that my father killed last year really deserved it." After raising it for so many years, it turned out to be a mad dog and bit people. Fortunately, I only bit my dad, in case I bite the old folks in the village, do you say it is a sin. Kill that old yellow dog, should I kill it? ”

The crowd praised: "Deserved! Good kill. ”

Huang Shuliang: "A few days ago, my dad went to worship the Lord of the Land, and the Lord of the Land appeared and said that the old yellow dog was reincarnated. Hey...... You say that a mad dog is still alive, isn't it intolerable? ”

The villagers held red envelopes and coaxed: "Yes, yes, heaven is intolerable." ”

Huang Shuliang: "Come on, come on, third brother, sixth uncle, you have the loudest voice, and you must understand things the most." I'll give you an extra big red envelope. Shout with me, I wish the old yellow dog to return to the west in three days, die without a place to be buried, and never be reincarnated. ”

The power of red envelopes is enormous.

In order to get a bigger red envelope, the villagers shouted to the sky: "I wish the old yellow dog to return to the west in three days, and there is no place to bury him when he dies, and he will not be reincar......nated forever."

The one who was taken out by the fat woman just now was the loudest to call.

Huang Jiayuan, more than 100 households, hundreds of people, old and young, everyone knows who the "old yellow dog" they are shouting is.

There are always some people who think that where they have lived all their lives, they gave birth to him and raised him, and the water and soil will be sweeter and more beautiful.

But in fact, many times, many things, will always slap these people who are enthusiastic and do not forget their original intentions.

In this perverted world where money is paramount, in order to live, in order to live better, how many can not go crazy?

There are no laughing people, but there are jealous people.

If someone is easy to bully, they will attack them in groups. It seems that after aiding and abusing, you can grow a point taller by trampling people under your feet. Even if you can't grow taller, life is so boring, you have to have a little fun.

Huang Jiandang is honest, temperamental, poor, and doesn't like to fight with others......

It's a natural gas barrel.

Huang Jiandang squatted on the ground, holding his old wrinkled face, gasping for breath, but it was destined not to happen in a tragic story of five steps of blood splashed in anger.

Chen Xiulian sighed, closed the courtyard door, barely squeezed out a smile, and said to everyone: "All enter the house, all enter the house...... Auntie fried sweet potato balls for you, which are very sweet and soft, and Xiaoyu loved to eat them when I was a child. ”

But no one came into the house.

All stood in the courtyard.

The girls stared at the young man, whose face was still calm.

The boy slowly came to the cage where the chickens were kept, grabbed a handful of crushed corn kernels, and gently scattered them.

A flock of chickens snatched.

Sprinkle again, and snatch again.

Sprinkle again, or coax.

He spread more and more slowly, as if he was making a difficult decision.

He finally stopped the action of sprinkling corn in his hand, did not turn back, and his voice was still very calm: "Situ You, go and do something." ”

There was one last handful of corn left in the bowl.

Just like just now, sprinkle it gently.

But the chickens did not snatch any more, as if a pack of wolves were coming, and scattered in a hurry, hiding in the corner and burying their heads under their wings, shivering.

Situ You turned around and went out.

She had just taken two steps when a voice behind her called out to her, "I'll come." ”

Situ You turned around, looking at the charming girl in a cheongsam, and said coldly: "You are a Buddha worshipper in a meditation nunnery, can you do this errand?" ”

The egret smiled: "Where is that Fanmei?" ”

Situ You: "On Huangquan Road." ”

Egret: "Kill so fast." ”

Situ You: "I'm a demon!" It is not a bodhisattva who is offered by a meditation nunnery. ”

Egret: "I mean kill quickly, not that you shouldn't kill it." ”

Situ Youyou looked at her intently, and asked for a long time, "Do you know who to kill?" ”

The egret was still smiling: "The poor countryside is full of people!" ”

Situ You's brows furrowed slightly.

But without saying anything, he went back to the yard.

Egret took out his phone and made two calls.

The first one called Bai Fengtian: "Dad, you and Liu Qiangbei, will they step on people?" ”

The second called Zha Hao: "Tian, your ancestors have a lot of training, ask your cousin Qin Luan, she should have the number of Jiang Qian of the Xuanwu Chamber of Commerce, and ask Jiang Qian, will she kill anyone." ”

Three days flew by.

Birthdays are all dinners.

Funeral feasts are usually held at noon.

But Huang Daren deliberately changed the time and put it in the evening.

It is the custom in the village that before a big banquet, you must worship the lord of the land. The feast was to be placed in the open space in front of the temple of the land.

Today, that empty space is filled with tables.

Divided into two sections.

On the left is the annual sacrificial banquet set by Huang Daren for his big yellow dog.

On the right is the 60th birthday banquet of Huang Jiandang.

On the left side, the guests and friends sat high, the seats were full, and the suona was blowing a funeral song.

On the right side, there are more than a dozen tables, only the front one, sitting Huang Jiandang, Chen Xiulian, Huang Xiaoyu and a few girls.

Chen Xiulian looked at the noise of the villagers on the left, looked at this side again, sighed, and said, "Xiaoyu, let's withdraw this birthday banquet." Unlucky, deserted, and blocked. ”

The egret smiled: "Auntie, you are waiting, wait a while, there is a friend of Xiaoyu to celebrate the uncle's birthday." I've already been informed, and if I withdraw it, it's not good. ”

Chen Xiulian sighed again.

Huang Jiandan's face turned pale, got up, and said, "Let's go, go and worship the land lord first." ”

A group of people entered the Land Temple.

The land lord has a name and a surname, called Huang Manqing.

This person is from Huang Jiayuan, and at the end of the Qing Dynasty, he was a big landowner.

However, for the sake of wealth and benevolence, he lent grain to the villagers during the two famines. If you haven't gotten it yet, you haven't asked for it again.

Later generations of people passed down from generation to generation, thanked him, built a temple and ancestral hall for him, and enshrined him as the lord of the land.

There is a saying that don't take the land lord as a god.

The land lord of the Eight Classics is regarded as an immortal.

But this is obviously just a little ghost who has been worshiped by the villagers for generations and has gained some faith.

Fortunately, he had a lot of merit during his lifetime, and staying in the world can be regarded as protecting the people of the eight villages within a radius of ten miles, and there is no Yin Si messenger to hook his soul.

This kind of little ghost, more than 100 years of Taoism, is at most equivalent to the early stage of foundation building.

Check the foundation of the small building. There is also a foundation-building dragon wrapped around his wrist.

Situ You's dustless cliff and his party have also built a foundation.

The reincarnation of the Egret Fairy Sword Spirit.

Chen Jiao is a true phoenix in the world.

These people, as soon as they entered the temple gate, the statue of the Lord of the Land began to tremble......

Nima, it's scary......

If he could escape, he would have fled a long time ago, but in the past two days, some masters have already laid out a formation enchantment, trapping all the people within a radius of ten miles from the Yellow Family.

What do these little ancestors want to do......

ps: There is another chapter, you go to sleep first, and I will write it.

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