Chapter 193: Happy Tadpoles

Grandpa nodded and said, "Don't keep thinking about pig food." ”

Grandma was dissatisfied: "Tell me not to think about pig food? I haven't blamed you for not caring about your family! Every day, you know that when you deal with ghosts and gods, can ghosts support you? Can God give you lard and soy sauce monosodium glutamate? Grandma rolled her eyes at Grandpa, and then said, "If I hadn't taken care of the crops and the pigs, chickens and dogs at home, the crops would have dried up and died, and the pigs, chickens and dogs would have starved to death." ”

Grandpa was not angry because of grandma's words, and learned from the ancients to clench his fists and beg grandma for mercy: "Wife, it's really a blessing for you." You old man has made a great contribution! ”

In fact, grandma was not really angry, but she was embarrassed after listening to her grandfather's words.

"Why are you drawing so many spells?" Grandma asked, "Haven't you been idle lately?" I don't think anyone is looking for you. ”

Grandpa waved his hand and said, "Don't ask so much, go cook your pig food." You worry about the pig in the pen every day, where do you have the energy to worry about all these miscellaneous things? Grandpa's words were a little mean, but Grandma never thought it was a mockery of her. Grandma thinks that women in rural families should be like this, and it is a natural thing.

"I see, are you going to meddle in the affairs of female perverts? Didn't you say not to meddle? Grandma guessed, "Are you drawing these charms to deal with female perverts?" ”

Grandpa hurriedly dropped the brush to cover grandma's mouth.

Grandma struggled to break free of the hand she was holding, and said indifferently, "What are you afraid of?" Are you afraid that the female pervert will hear it? Can her ears reach the mud walls of our house? ”

Grandpa explained, "She could be anywhere at any time, can you watch out for her?" Maybe just eavesdrop outside the window! ”

Grandma hurriedly lowered her voice, but she still said stubbornly: "What are you afraid of?" You are afraid, but I am not afraid! Isn't your father a ghost, he protects us? How dare she do to us as a pervert! As she spoke, she stood on tiptoe and looked out the window, as if the pervert was really hiding under the window and eavesdropping.

"Not afraid? Aren't you afraid of what are you looking at? Grandpa pouted and smiled.

Grandma looked at it for a long time, but found nothing, turned around and asked grandpa seriously: "Do you really deal with female perverts with these words that don't look like words, and don't like paintings?" I think it's just a few pieces of tissue paper that can't stand the sun and the rain, how useful it can be! ”

"You try holding down the charm on that chair again." Grandpa gestured to Nunu on the other side of the chair.

"Didn't you just try it? Nothing. Grandma was unimpressed.

"The time you just pressed was too short. You press a little longer to try. Grandpa said. After saying that, Grandpa picked up the brush again and started his "creation" again.

Grandma had tried the charm on the chair just now, but at this time there was no alertness at all, so she pressed both hands on the charm with confidence, and looked at grandpa with doubts in her eyes, not knowing what medicine was sold in grandpa's gourd. Grandpa looked sideways at Grandma and smiled inexplicably. When grandma saw her grandfather's smile, she immediately panicked, but she didn't change her face and pretended not to care and pressed the yellow charm tightly.

At this moment, only a "bang" sound was heard, and a dazzling flame lit up the whole room.

Grandma screamed and hurriedly removed her hand from the chair. Because the flame on the charm had burst out like a snake's tongue, intending to lick Grandma's hand. The flames came and went quickly, just like the sparks of two stones colliding. Grandma withdrew her hand and looked again, and there was no trace of it on the chair. The flame was gone, and so was the spell that gave off the flame, without a trace, as if it had never existed.

"Huh?" Grandma touched the place on the chair where the charm was. "And the paper burned like that? It's like the medicine of a firecracker, so fast! Grandma looked at her palms again: "My hands are not burned and blackened." ”

Grandpa laughed: "If you are a ghost, your hands will be burned." Hehe. As he spoke, he couldn't help but show pride, and when he waved the brush, he was lighter, and he rose and fell like a lively and lovely tadpole. The tadpole jumped on the yellow paper, leaping out more spells.

"Is it a ghost who burned his hands?" Grandma asked in a pinched voice, obviously not believing her grandfather's words.

"Yes. This fire is no ordinary firewood. This fire is ......," Grandpa stopped, "and you don't know, you still don't know." ”

"I've been with you for so long, and I've seen you draw a lot of spells. But I've never found a spell like this. It turns out that you've been hiding this stunt all along. Grandma not only did not get angry because of grandpa's pride, but became excited with grandpa's emotions and danced when she spoke.

"It's not like I'm hiding you." Grandpa said, "This is what the father who has been secretly protecting us told me." ”

"I said your father could protect us, but it was just a joke, don't take me for a fool." Grandma was unhappy and said, "He's already dead, how can I tell you?" ”

Grandpa smiled but didn't say a word.

"Could it be," Grandma stretched out an index finger and danced up and down, unable to say something in her mouth, "Could it be ......?"

"Yes!" Grandpa replied briskly and happily, and couldn't help but dance with his eyebrows. Sometimes, the two of them don't have to say all the words to communicate, just one person can say two or three words in it, and the other person can know what is going to be said later.

In fact, grandma had a very close contact with charms long before she married her grandfather, so she was not very unfamiliar with these charms. That happened at my grandmother's maiden house.

I don't remember whether it was small talk or telling me stories, but my grandmother once mentioned to me that there was an old well in front of her mother's floor. The wellhead is small, but bottomless. The well water has a slightly sweet taste, and the people of the village like to fetch water here. Besides, at that time, not every family had the money to dig their own well, so this well naturally became the livelihood of most people in the village.

There was a naughty little boy in this village who deliberately squatted on the well on the way back from school to defecate. The little boy saw that the mouth of the well was small, and he just squatted on it with two feet, which was not much different from his own pit, so he made this little prank.

But this little mischief made the villagers very nervous.