Hearing this, Wen Shuo naturally had a sentence in his heart: "Dragons give birth to dragons and phoenixes, and the children of mice will make holes." ”

He couldn't help but want to be ironic, in terms of lip service, he is really a master of the strongest, but he can't compare to this old lady's vicious and vicious scolding, and he is arrogant and unreasonable, and he is extremely shameless.

Sure enough, before he could speak, the old lady Jiang, who was originally jealous, seemed to be encouraged, and suddenly raised her hand and pointed at him with a hideous expression: "Just this turtle grandson, drinking with Zhao Changfu's turtle grandson's family, and you hugged me with Zhao Changfu's family just now, ......shameless."

Wen Shuo shook his head helplessly and sighed, and said to the woman, "Are you her daughter-in-law or daughter-in-law?"

"What's in your way, neurotic!" Guo Xiaocui scolded.

"It's nothing else, I'm just too good-eyed, so when I see something, I can't help but want to help. Wen Shuo smiled innocently: "This old lady will affect your whole family to have a bad life, alas." ”

"Fart, what do you mean by a turtle grandson?" Guo Xiaocui immediately scolded angrily.

The old lady was even more angry, stood up with a crutch, and scolded: "The cubs rolling out of the kiln, the scum in the ** ......"

Wen Shuo waved his hand, shook his head with a wry smile, and said, "It's not a good person's words, it's in front of you." ”

With that, he turned and left, completely ignoring the unbearable insults of the mother and daughter behind him.

Inside the courtyard gate of Zhao Changfu's house.

Fu Yuzhen cried so much that she cried a handful of tears, letting the rain pour on, resentful but helpless in her heart.

She doesn't complain that her men are not tough enough!

Because she knows that she still has to be glad that her man is rational enough - that kind of shameless and unreasonable old lady, whoever goes to see her in the same way, no matter what happens in the end, will suffer!

But with reason, Mrs. Jiang really reflects the old saying "Good people don't live long, and disasters live for thousands of years......"

Where to reason?

The sky has no eyes!

Since coming to the archaeological site of Fengliangtai, this is the first time to catch up with the rainy weather, after working for so long, it is rare to be able to relax, teachers and students are in their respective rooms either read and write their experiences, or sit in groups around the dormitory to chat, some also sit under the eaves of the porch, watching the rain and chatting.

The fat man who returned to the compound of the village committee, like a person who had nothing to do, went to this house to talk to his classmates, and then went to that room to ask the teacher for advice, or read some student evaluations written by the teacher, the teaching experience of field archaeology practice, and some new ideas in archaeology......

It was nearly noon, and the light rain was dripping.

After a brief lunch, the fat man returned to the bedroom, lay on the bed and touched his belly and said dimly: "This wine is not small, mother...... I've got to get some sleep, and you guys talk about you. ”

Gao Qiushi, Kang Jinhui, and Chi Rong couldn't cry or laugh when they saw this, they glanced at each other, got up and went to other bedrooms to chat.

In the end, he is a student of Beijing University, and this quality is still there.

We can't sleep, can we not disturb others to rest, or try not to disturb.

Listening to the door closed, the fat man opened his eyes, looked at the wooden plank on the upper bunk, pinched the trick with his left hand, recited the spell softly, raised his right hand, and quickly wrote a few talismans in the void, and at the same time called Xiaoqing out with his mind.

In fact, with Xiaoqing's current physical state, even if the sun is shining, it doesn't hurt to come out for a short walk, but you can't stay in the sun for a long time.

Today's light rain continues, the yang energy in nature is weak, and the yin and damp air are rising, and Xiaoqing has no problem coming out to play - although her body is gradually becoming substantial, it is still a void in the eyes of ordinary people.

"Qing'er, the southeast side of the village, hmm, when you went to play early this morning, didn't you feel the breath of mysticism there?" Wen Shuo smiled and looked at Xiaoqing sitting on his belly, and said softly: "In that family, there is an old lady who goes to scare and scare her...... But don't hurt her consciousness, just scare. Then, Dad has written a few talismans here for you to play, which can open the eyes of the old lady and let her see you, and you will have fun today, which Dad agreed. ”

Xiao Qing tilted her head and thought for a while before she finally understood, and immediately took the few talismans, happily turned into a streamer, and disappeared with a whizz.

Can't wait!

Wen Shuo pouted, this girl ......

Is it so much fun to harm people?

The older a person gets, the worse his mental state will be, and the less he will have a partial feeling, which is probably also a reason for his poor mental state, right?

Mrs. Jiang was not.

This old lady really confirms the slang of the plague that lives for thousands of years, sleeps for eight hours every night, and has to sleep for more than an hour in the afternoon, wakes up and is idle to find fault and scold, or pries the villagers to build a temple, burn incense, kowtow, three bricks and two tiles up a one-meter-high nest, erect a wooden sign inside to write the words, is the temple, choose a tree with a few red cloths wrapped around it, that is God!

Whoever doesn't listen to her, she scolds the street.

Of course, Mrs. Jiang is still quite dedicated, and there is a special hut in her house, where all kinds of gods are enshrined on the table, and there is a miasma of smoke every day......

The children in the family didn't like it, and they didn't dare to provoke her, so they had to coax her.

Besides, if there is anything going on, I still expect this old lady to stand up for the family.

And the old lady did not take advantage of the family.

Afternoon.

Mrs. Jiang lay comfortably on the single bed in her room, squinting and napping.

Next to it is the offering table, and there are three incense sticks in the small incense burner that are about to burn out.

Smoke curls.

The bedroom was quiet, the light rain was pouring outside, and the sound was crisp and dense, so it was a good time for a quiet sleep.

Mrs. Jiang slept soundly.

Suddenly, the originally stable curling smoke on the incense head seemed to be blown by the wind, swirling in all directions, and finally converged into a twisted whirlpool, pulling a line from the incense head, slowly approaching the old lady Jiang's cheek.

Xiaoqing, who was purely interested in this kind of curling smoke and thought it was fun, fused herself with the smoke and floated to the old lady Jiang's cheeks, thinking of the methods that her father taught her, she took out two qi charms and covered the old lady's slightly closed eyes, and then rolled the smoke into the old lady's nostrils and ears.

The sleeping old lady Jiang suddenly made a phlegm sound in her throat, and after snoring a few times, she coughed heavily, and then opened her eyes with some anger, and then sat up suddenly, bent down and lowered her head, held the small table at the head of the bed with one hand, coughed with all her strength, and spit out several mouthfuls of phlegm.

When she finally breathed a sigh of relief, the old lady was already in tears and snotty.

The smoke just now almost choked Mrs. Jiang over there......

"The old Yan Tou, who has been dead for eight lifetimes, is not good at making incense, and he dares to fake the things he gave to his grandmother. Mrs. Jiang angrily scolded the old Yan Tou who made incense, moved her buttocks to the side, leaned against the head of the bed, panted for breath, reached out to pick up the water cup on the small table, and drank two sips.

looked at the three incense sticks that were about to burn out.

It didn't matter what it looked like, and the old lady was stunned.

I saw that on the offering table, next to the incense burner, sat a little doll more than a foot high, the appearance of a female doll, wearing a skirt with braids, a pair of big eyes and a strange appearance, the smoke generated by the three incense sticks, no longer drifting upwards and dissipating, but gathered in front of the little girl's face, and the little girl playfully smoked her nose to inhale the smoke.

In rainy weather, the light outside is not good, and the light in this Westroom is even worse because the windows are small and the door is closed.

The little girl at the table had a white complexion with a chilling blue color.

Also, it is indescribable, and there is a feminine atmosphere that cannot be seen or touched.

"You, are you ......" Old Lady Jiang trembled sharply, her lips trembled, and she asked inarticulately: "Yes, that mountain, which temple is the Niangniang, the virgin next to the Niangniang?"

Xiaoqing tilted her head and stared at her, not knowing what this ugly-looking person was talking about.

Although I didn't get a response from the little girl, I saw that the girl's expression was so realistic, and I heard her words clearly, but I didn't seem to want to pay attention to her...... Mrs. Jiang thought to herself, isn't it a ghost?!

If it's a ghost......

The old lady felt like she was about to pee her pants.

Because in folk legends, the most terrible ghosts are evil ghosts, and the most ruthless of the evil ghosts are the female ghost in red and the ghost baby, and the female ghost baby is the most ferocious and vicious ghost.

Why did you attract such a little ghost?

Isn't it, I'm still sleeping, dreaming?

She cautiously stretched out her crumpled old hand and pinched her thigh so hard that she immediately grinned in pain.

Not a dream!

That little girl slowly stood up!

"You, what are you going to do?" the old lady shrank into the corner of the bed in horror and inexplicably, using her ass and hands and feet at the same time, and her agility was not at all like that of an old man!

Xiaoqing tilted her head, looked at this ugly monster suspiciously, and used her brain to think about her father's instructions before coming.

Don't hurt the old lady's consciousness, that is, don't attack her mind.

Scare her?

How do you scare her?

She looked like she was scared already......

What else should be done?

Just now, I just stood up from a sitting position!

What if I take two more steps?

Xiaoqing walked forward cautiously, leaving the offering table, and walking in the air, the smoke of incense following her, and she was purely for fun, learning from her father's way of smoking, sometimes with her mouth, sometimes with her nose.

"Ah......" the old lady screamed bitterly, "don't come, don't come!"

Xiao Qing was startled, and suddenly shrank back behind the incense burner on the table, looking at the old lady who seemed to have gone crazy in horror.

Mrs. Jiang was stunned suddenly, this ghost, afraid of me shouting?

Yes!

Ghost, aren't you afraid of spilling dung and blood, beating and scolding?

So the old lady, who was so frightened that she was almost incontinent, suddenly changed her face, smiled hideously, stood up on the bed with her teeth and claws, opened her mouth and began to scold with the dirtiest words that could not be heard by her ears.