Even if you are wearing a padded jacket and a stuffy hand, it is very uncomfortable on a windy day in the middle of winter. This solar term, if you want to go out, you must wrap yourself like a bear. As a joke goes, you have to bring a stick when you go out to pee, otherwise the urine will freeze on the dick.

It's a joke, but it's not far off. Huzi has seen with his own eyes that he can go out without a hat and freeze his ears off. It is said that at that time, no one felt it, and when they went back to the house to bake the fire, or let the fire kang be steaming, they just felt that the blood was active, and their ears "clicked", and they fell off the kang - only then did they feel the pain.

Huzi covered himself tightly, but the wind was like a knife, even if he only showed his eyes, the tuyere still made his eyes hurt.

In the morning, he came out of the village and walked four miles, and he didn't know when it would be a head, and the tiger was reluctant to be the boss. But doing such a job is to eat this bowl of rice, and other people's families are in trouble, and they ask for your door, as long as you can't stop it, you must continue.

If Master were here, would I be able to avoid this sin? Huzi couldn't help but wonder if it would be much easier if his master came.

But Huzi didn't think about it - his master was called away by that Taoist priest, and he didn't know where to go. If people ask for faces, then they can only carry it themselves, who makes him half a gentleman? People called "Mr. Peng" one by one, and it wasn't like that if he didn't come.

It's also strange to say, Fu Daoren stretched out his hand to play a dumb riddle, Mr. Peng's face was green at that time, and he directly blasted Huzi and Zhao Shankun out of the door. Huzi was not reconciled, and wanted to sneak back to eavesdrop as before, but as soon as his ears were placed on the door, he was almost deafened - Mr. Peng calculated when Huzi would come back, and slammed the door from the inside. This is to tell Huzi "You really shouldn't know about this".

There's no way, people are masters, and apprentices have to be obedient. No matter how curious Huzi is, he has to be obedient. Otherwise, he would have been ready to be beaten.

What he was curious about was not that Fu Daoren came to find Mr. Peng, but that he was curious about the relationship between Fu Daoren and his master. Fu Daoren wanted to kill him that day, he remembered it clearly, if Li Lintang hadn't come to the rescue, Huzi was afraid that he would have lost his life. Although he didn't remember much about what happened after that, it was indeed his master and Fu Daoren who had a big fight, which was true—the master said so, and the uncle said the same.

But Fu Daoren and his master know each other, this should be ...... That's right. When Fu Daoren accompanied Nalan Bowei up the mountain to ask for the old turtle shell, the master talked to him, revealing something wrong. Obedient and listening, Huzi could hear that the two not only knew each other before, but also had a great relationship.

Thinking of this, Huzi couldn't guess it even more. These two people used to be friends with each other, how did they develop to the point of swords facing each other?

This time, Fu Daoren came to the door, and the master prepared for two days, and finally walked with him. Don't you fight life and death? Huzi felt that he was betrayed by Zhang Li that time, and he was found to be dead by Fu Daoren, revealing a sense of injustice.

Master went out, and he didn't know where he was going, and any "dirty work" had to be carried by Huzi himself.

Isn't there any dirty work in this business? Yes. Whoever holds a red wedding will ask a gentleman to give him money; Whose child is 100 years old, please keep it safe; Whose family has lost a loved one, and asked Mr. Yin Yang for guidance in handling the aftermath...... All of this is not called "dirty work", it is called "clean face thing".

But doing clean things requires seniority, and it's not like dirty work that anyone can do. This qualification does not mean how long he has been in this industry, but how old he is. So Huzi couldn't come to this, and a few people who came to the door pushed it. Master is not at home, this Liang, he can't pick it up.

You can't say let Li Lintang do it, right? A monk who looks like a monk and dresses up as a monk gives people pressure money, chanting "Heavenly officials bless, and a hundred dooms are dissolved"...... No matter what, it's a tooth crap.

But the dirty work can't be pushed anymore. Especially for those who come from afar, people have nothing to do to ask for your land, and if you break people's thoughts, it will be a little lacking in morality.

But when Huzi encountered such weather, he also regretted a little that he agreed to come over. Today is gloomy and gloomy, and it is dark in broad daylight, and there is no human figure to be seen from a distance of three feet. The wind was blowing, and the snow on the ground was blowing up and hurting on the face—it was much worse than when it snowed.

This place is called "Huaguwo Fort", and before coming here, Huzi didn't know that there was such a place in Changtu Mansion. This village is not small, with more than 50 households, and belongs to Kangping County. But it is quite far from the county seat of Kangping, and a little further north from here is the rear banner of the left wing of Horqin, which is not the territory of Changtu Province.

Although he followed his master to the north and south when he was young, Huzi didn't remember anything at that time. In this way, it was the first time that he had left his master and came to such a far away place alone.

"Boy, it's on the ground." The person next to him drank Huzi and broke Huzi's nonsense.

Huzi looked at the one beside him, and straightened his teeth. This person is dressed in a cotton jacket and doesn't know where he picked it up, the big hole and small eyes can't be counted, not to mention the sloppy, the cloth is still shiny, and it is as bad as iron! It's so dirty that it's no joke to say that when you take off this garment, you can stand on the ground as it is, and you won't take it down. On his knees and elbows, he wore strips of rags of various colors, carrying the drum of King Wen in one hand and the five-god whip in the other.

This is not someone else, it is the senior disciple of Daxian Hu Seventeen, the two gods called "Ugly Child". Huzi is bitter in his heart: It's not good to partner with anyone, you have to be with such a thing. At this time, he missed Zhang Daxian a little bit again. Zhang Daxian asked him for a partner, although he was a bit of a trick, but he didn't take the copper piece of the blade and cut the back of the head!

"Ugly sister, this is the place?" Huzi asked more. He didn't dare to call this two gods "ugly" like Hu Seventeen, that was the name of the master, and he would call it that way, and he would have to slap his face again.

"You can't trust your ugly sister?" The ugly child pulled down the scarf and showed his face, grinning, and a mouthful of canine teeth saw it clearly, "What am I!" Can't you trust me? You just can't believe it, I have to trust my ability, my master is seventeen grandmothers, and this skill is taught by her old man! ”

"Alright, then I know." As soon as Huzi raised his hand, he didn't want to talk to the ugly man more, "It's not a matter of inkstone, then it can only be a matter here." ”

In fact, this time it was not a big deal. Speaking of which, it is quite similar to Song Xiongfang's time, all because of an object that was ghosted.

Guan Laosan is a craftsman. He drank at his brother's house that day, and when it got dark, he went back drunk. Halfway down, he saw some coppers scattered on the ground, and he was very happy and picked them up. Pick it up and look up, and there's more on the ground in the distance.

Is this meeting the God of Wealth? Guan Lao San didn't want to, so he took two steps forward to pick it up. After picking up one wave, there will be another wave of raising your head!

With a heavy copper in his pocket, Guan Laosan, who drank too much, didn't feel that something was wrong. At first, I picked up copper, and then I picked up scattered silver, silver bills, small ingots, and gold ingots! The third person was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth.

This time I really met a fairy, I must have done a lot of good things on weekdays and had good fortune! Guan Laosan thought in his heart, but he didn't stop in his hands, and the more he picked up, the farther away from the village.

It was only when it came to the great wasteland that the blisters were on the edge of the "Huaguwa". There are no gold or silver ingots or copper coins in this place. But there is an inkstone pestle in the soil.

Take it out and dust off the soil and take a look. This inkstone is not as boxy as usual, but is carved like a carp, with its head and tail fins, and the belly of the fish is the place where the ink is studied. There is a delicate print on the back, and it is as warm as jade in the hand. There is a small flat area on the side with words carved on it.

How can a craftsman recognize this elegant thing? In his life, he begged the gentleman who taught in Kangping County to learn to write three words - "Guan Laosan", and he didn't know a single big word outside of that.

But he just thinks it's worth it. Not to mention that a gold and silver guide the way, and finally saw this object, just to say that the quality of this inkstone is not ordinary! Carefully put this inkstone into his arms, looked at the old man for a long time, and confirmed that there was nothing beside him, and then he returned home satisfied.

Guan Lao San fell asleep when he returned home. In the middle of the night, I felt that someone was smashing the window and knocking on the wall, but the wine came up and I slept to death, so I didn't care.

The next morning, I was called up by my daughter-in-law to take a look, but I was frightened! The wall on the street is full of swarthy slap prints! This black is not ordinary paper and ink, nor does it look like charcoal, but more like ...... Paper ash.

Guan Laosan's daughter-in-law suddenly lost her backbone and asked Guan Laosan what was going on. Despite the scare of Lao Sanjing, although he slept in his clothes after being drunk the night before, he was also very awake at this time. It's to tell you what you remember last night.

When I went back to the house, I saw where the copper coins and gold and silver came from in my pocket, which were clearly the paper money scattered all over the sky when I was sent to the funeral and went to the grave!

Guan Laosan thought about it again last night, only the sound of knocking on the wall that he heard in a daze...... Isn't it a ghost who is here to collect debts?

Looking at the door of his house again, Guan San's heart was palpitating. The walls and windows are full of dense black handprints, but the door is clean, and it is estimated that it all depends on the two door gods Qin Shubao and Wei Chi Jingde. If there were no two idols...... That ghost thing must have entered the room last night!

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, Guan Laosan found the old man in the village and told him about the matter carefully-only missing the inkstone.

The people gave an idea: although there has been no mourning in the village for a while, and I don't know which family's unjust soul it is, it is better to scatter the paper money all the way back. Put incense and burn candles, kneel three times and knock nine times, and if you pay for others, it is estimated that it will be fine.

Guan Laosan did everything according to what the old man said, except for the inkstone that was left.

The so-called "riding a donkey and thinking about a horse, the prime minister of the official residence looks at the prince". Guan Lao San, this is greedy! This inkstone has not turned into paper paste, it must be a treasure. Every day, when his family sleeps, he secretly takes out the inkstone from the kang cave and carefully rubs it. The baby's are kinder than their own sons.

After a long time, his daughter-in-law felt that it was not quite right to take care of the third child. Guan Laosan didn't just play quietly in the middle of the night, but did not leave the inkstone in his hand - as if the inkstone grew in his hand. The daughter-in-law persuaded a few words, and Guan Laosan scolded some things that had not been said before: "Hugh Zailuo, do you dare to accuse me of such a rude village woman?" If you break my Yaxing again, you will be divorced! ”

His daughter-in-law can't understand anything else, and she can't hear that the third child wants to divorce her? This really made the housekeeper's sister-in-law panic, and hurriedly invited Daxian to "watch things". It seems that there is a result of a "ghost body", and it is determined that the inkstone is the culprit. Drenched with rooster blood, soaked in feces and urine, all methods have been tried, but none of them worked.

Later, a digod was invited. The two gods said that this matter is not a small trouble, and ordinary monks are not good at it, so they have to go to Mr. Peng of Sun Mountain in Changtu Prefecture.

Unfortunately, Mr. Peng was not at home, and Mr. Peng was invited.