When I got up in the morning, I changed into three new clothes inside and out, and swept the front and back of the house. The red light was hung high, and the door god who had been guarding for a year was taken down, and the two new ones were pleased, and Li Lintang's writing was ugly, so the Spring Festival couplets were written by Huzi. Shanglian: Winter goes to spring, and thousands of households are happy. Downlink: The sub-resignation is ugly, and the door and four mouths are updated. Horizontal batch: Guotai Min'an.

Li Lintang thinks this pair is very interesting, but this horizontal criticism is not good. The imperial court is the imperial court of foreigners, and in the turbulent years and months in the four places, the "Wishing you prosperity" you write horizontally is better than "Guotai Min'an". But since it's already written, it's too lazy to change it - besides, he Li Lintang can't write such beautiful words? So the couplet was just attached to the door.

In fact, Huzi was not satisfied with this couplet. In previous years, the Spring Festival couplets were written by Mr. Peng, which meant better than him, and the words were more beautiful than his. I still remember that one year it was written as a small seal, not to mention that those who have not read a book in Sun Mountain Village can't understand it, even Huzi can't understand it! Listening to the villagers boasting about Mr. Peng every day, Huzi felt that he had a special face. I also told Mr. Peng to learn Xiao Seal, but after only a few days of study, I really couldn't bear that temperament, put it aside, and never practiced again.

Li Lintang invited incense to worship the ancestor master, and Huzi and Zhao Shankun kowtowed in turn, fulfilling this etiquette.

Mr. Peng still has no news, Chinese New Year's Eve, I don't know where he spent it, can he eat hot dumplings? Thoughts are thoughts, but Huzi is not worried.

In fact, according to Mr. Peng's ability, ordinary people really can't hurt him easily. Not to mention ordinary goblins and ghosts, Huzi suspects that even if it is Grandma Seventeen, she will not be able to fall well in the hands of her master! Moreover, the paper figure with Master's name written on the back still did not move, which means that Mr. Peng is safe and sound, and they don't need to worry about it.

In the evening, the first plate of dumplings was brought out, three tablets were offered first, and a bonfire was lit in the courtyard. This fire is called Wanghuo, and according to the customs of Changtu Province, it is the night vigil of the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, and this night cannot be broken, and it will be burned until dawn tomorrow morning.

Li Lintang looked at Zhao Shankun, who was eating dumplings, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it—he felt that he had picked up a son for nothing, and wondered if his son would be like this if he grew up to this age.

Since beating his daughter-in-law to death, Li Lintang has never been so comfortable. On the evening of the Chinese New Year's Eve, sitting cross-legged on the kang, the courtyard was burning with a strong fire, and the two children accompanied him to eat dumplings and drink wine - this is called life, this is the life of people. What years have you been drinking to drown your sorrows, and you are confused, what is the difference between being dead and dead?

"Come on, come on, Shankun, take a sip with Master." Li Lintang said, and brought a bowl of wine to Zhao Shankun. Zhao Shankun hadn't swallowed half of the dumplings in his mouth yet, he forgot to chew them, and picked up the wine bowl and didn't know what to do.

Huzi persuaded: "Senior uncle, junior brother is still young, and he can't touch this thing." ”

Li Lintang waved his hand at him: "Huzi, it's none of your business!" I'm going to have some wine with my apprentice, you don't care! He turned to Zhao Shankun again, with a smile on his face: "Good apprentice, you should give the master this face and taste a little." Don't you wonder what wine tastes like? Okay, only today you are allowed to drink, and another day you want to drink, but you are not allowed. ”

Zhao Shankun was so frightened that his hair exploded. Li Lintang thought that he was a strict teacher, and in the past few months, he has not slacked off on Zhao Shankun's polishing because of his young age, and he is meticulous when teaching skills, and he should be beaten and scolded when he makes mistakes, so Zhao Shankun has always been afraid of his master.

But he was even more scared now—when had he ever seen Master talk to him with a smile on his face? For the first time!

"I'll drink!" Zhao Shankun closed his eyes and bit his teeth, and poured half a bowl with a ruthless heart! Sorghum wine burned the throat, ** spicy fell into the stomach, the taste is indescribable. Zhao Shankun blushed, stared, pursed his lips tightly, and was speechless for a long time.

Huzi felt that something was wrong, and patted Zhao Shankun on the back: "Hey, dog!" What's wrong? ”

He didn't slap it tightly, Zhao Shankun didn't hold back this momentum, "wow", and spit out most of the wine under the table. Seeing that the dog drank for the first time, he was embarrassed compared to his first drink, and Huzi was much more psychologically balanced.

Li Lintang laughed: "Good boy, it's a piece of material!" I knew I was right! In life, any sorrow and joy can be turned into this ** soup, or how to say that Du Kang is a saint? If you are a man, you should be able to drink and be good at drinking. Not bad, not bad! Little Huzi, do you want to have some too? ”

Seeing the wine bowl pushed over by Li Lintang, Huzi waved his hand again and again: "No need, uncle!" I'm good at eating dumplings, so I won't taste this stuff. ”

Li Lintang seemed to be swept away: "Hey...... You have the same temperament as my brother??! ”

He slammed the bowl on the table, and the bell on the window rattled. I wonder if I've drunk too much? , Li Lintang didn't understand what it meant at first, but opened his eyes wide and said, "I didn't make such a big effort?" ”

Huzi picked up the knife: "Uncle Shi! Someone is in! ”

Li Lintang shook his head violently, and his eyes returned to clarity: "His grandmother's!" Which turtle grandson feels the bad luck of coming to Lao Tzu for the New Year? Go out and see, if it's a thief, see if I don't beat him out! ”

"I'll go too!" Zhao Shankun just raised his hand, making Li Lintang stare back.

Huzi and Li Lintang had just walked to the door, but the door was opened from the outside. The person who opened the door saw the two of them, and Yile: "Dancing knives and sticks, for the New Year, you just welcome me home?" ”

This is not someone else, it is Mr. Peng! He was ashen and dirty, with some small abrasions on his forehead.

"Master! You're back! Huzi didn't care about that, hurriedly put away the knife, and stepped forward to untie the cotton robe outside for Mr. Peng.

Mr. Peng was still wearing the long shirt embroidered with a black python in his cotton robe, and when the candlelight flickered, he could see a large area of blood stains on it! Li Lintang picked up the iron rod again: "Senior brother, what's wrong with you?" ”

Mr. Peng waved his hand: "It's okay, it's okay." I saw in the courtyard, the fire was lit, and the dumplings were cooked, right? What's the stuffing? ”

Huzi was stunned, and he replied whatever the master asked: "Pig...... Pork sauerkraut. ”

Mr. Peng nodded: "Wow! I had to eat a few more, and I hadn't even eaten a decent meal during this time. Walking into the house, Mr. Peng ignored it, and Zhao Shankun, who said hello to him, dipped the dumplings in the garlic sauce bowl that Huzi had eaten, and ate several in a row. From the rice bowl again, it became a bowl of hot dumpling soup, drank two sips, and sighed long: "Comfortable!" ”

After saying these two words, he closed his eyes and fell straight back!

The loss is that Zhao Shankun is next to him, and he quickly supports Mr. Peng's back, otherwise he will really fall to the ground. Huzi and Li Lintang hurriedly stepped forward to check, lightly put Mr. Peng on the kang, and lay down.

It's amazing to take a closer look! The chest and abdomen of the black python robe have been completely cut open by a sharp blade, but because of the blood sticking and the dull color, it is not clear in the light that it is not bright. Li Lintang gently stroked it with his hand, and found that Mr. Peng was injured by a sharp blade from his right chest to his abdomen, and the skin and flesh on both sides were rolled, but it was not deep, and he did not hurt his bones and organs. But the wound was not treated in time, and the clothes were already stuck to the wound with blood, and the slightest movement would tear the wound open.

"Go for a basin of hot water!" Li Lintang hurriedly ordered, and when he turned his head, there was no tiger figure. He asked Zhao Shankun: "What about your senior brother?" ”

Zhao Shankun was also a little frightened, and gestured with his hand: "He...... He, out of ...... It's out! ”

"Hot water is coming!" Li Lintang was annoyed, and Huzi came in with a basin of water. The stove was already boiling with water to cook dumplings, and before the second pot of dumplings was down, the water was hot, and Huzi brought it over. Li Lintang probed with his hand, and the tiger was mixed with cold water, which was just right.

Li Lintang glanced at Huzi, took a heavy breath, and said to him, "Help." ”

The two men carefully cut Mr. Peng's clothes, and the place near the big wound was left behind. Dip a face towel in water, and little by little dissolve the blood stain on that piece, and then remove the fabric that was sticking to the wound.

Looking at it this way, it is even more shocking! The wound was a little too wide, not like a normal blade, and the end of the wound seemed to have been torn open. And Mr. Peng has more than this injury. There are bruises everywhere on the waist, back, chest, and shoulders, and there are small wounds on the left forearm, which have just broken the skin, and the injuries are not serious, but they are densely connected, and it is hard to imagine what Mr. Peng experienced at that time.

"How did this happen?" Li Lintang gritted his teeth, "Didn't you go out with that thief?" Why is it so embarrassing? ”

He had doubts, but Mr. Peng was in a coma and could not answer the question. Fortunately, the ghost family still has to practice martial arts in the end, and all kinds of medicines are ready, so that Huzi confirmed that there is nothing evil, that is, he took medicine, wrapped it, and made some disposals.

But in the middle of the night, Mr. Peng started to have a fever again! It's a cold compress again, and it's a decoction of the medicine that clears the fire and reduces fever, and feeds it little by little. It was also Mr. Peng, who was originally a practitioner with a tough physique, but the fever basically subsided at dawn, and he still didn't wake up.

Hearing the rooster's crow, when Huzi went out to cook the cloth for Mr. Peng's change of medicine, he looked at the collapsed bonfire in the courtyard and remembered that today was the first day of the new year, and yesterday was the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, and Chinese New Year's Eve.

They didn't set off firecrackers, and they didn't keep the fire burning until dawn. According to Lao Li'er, this is unlucky, and the fire failed to burn to the end, indicating that their ghost family will not have good fortune in the coming year.

Huzi let out a long sigh, Master is like this, what's so good? He had more and more grudge against that Fu Daoist, if it weren't for him, Mr. Peng wouldn't be like this. Although I don't know how the Fu Daoist is doing now, if he is still alive, Huzi thinks selfishly, he must be a ghost and cut off contact with him.

If it is Fu Daoren, he still dares to shout about what kind of demon removal and defense road, and make trouble for their ghost family, let him know that he knows how powerful Peng Huzi is!