I took the money handed to me by Wang Dalu and looked at it, and I was happy, it was all issued by some illegal organizations such as the Chinese Hades Bank and the Xitian People's Bank. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info are all large denominations, either 10 billion or 1 trillion, good guys, if this can really be used in the underworld, it will cost several trillions of steamed buns.

"Do you think my life is miserable?" Wang Dalu took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed me one. I hurriedly waved my hand, this guy is really miserable, he smokes the monkey king without a filter, I didn't smoke much when I was in junior high school.

I handed him my cigarette, and Wang Dalu took a hard puff, "I am old and young, and the whole family depends on me to earn money alone, driving eight hours at night, and I have to set up a stall to find a way to sell the paper money during the day." Do you know, before I drove the yin car, he was a 90-kilogram strong man, and he was also a person who ate meat and drank wine in a big bowl. It's good now, don't talk about me, my son hasn't smelled meat for two or three months. In the past few days, this kid has looked at the stray cats downstairs with the wrong eyes. Why do you think I'm so miserable! ”

These words are really sad for those who hear them, and tears for those who see them. I patted him on the shoulder, "Otherwise, how about you follow me, work in the company during the day, and then drive your car at night, and drive you for 5,000 yuan a month?" ”

"Really?" Wang Dalu seemed to be a little disbelieving, "We don't know each other, why are you so kind to help me?" ”

I looked up to the sky and sighed, "It's all let the underworld live, and it's the same end of the world!" Don't talk about it, it's all tears if you talk too much! ”

With a stable job, Wang Dalu was obviously very happy, and pulled me back to the villa while singing a little song, and when he got out of the car, he trotted all the way and opened the car door for me attentively.

See, that's what evil money does. For Bai Impermanence, this kid loves to ignore it. I told him to go to the company the next day to go through the formalities, and I hurried back to the house.

Today is the first day we have moved into our new home, and it is estimated that Qin Wanru and them have already prepared the celebration ceremony, and they are looking forward to it. I pushed open the door of the villa, and my eyes were stunned, damn, when did there be such a bunch of old men in the house?

Erpang and Li Qiankun were sitting on a stool in the corner of the living room, looking helplessly at the occupied sofa.

Seven or eight tattered old men were sitting, some were squatting, and one was so old that he couldn't squeeze it anymore and simply sat cross-legged on the ground.

My eyes are about to fall, doesn't that mean that the security is tight and the environment is elegant? Why did so many beggars come into my house like this?

"Second fat, come here!" I waved at Er Fat, who quickly put down his cigarette and ran over. "What's going on? Get out of here, we're not a shelter! By the way, to put it mildly, one person will give a hundred yuan for the journey, and they will be treated as if they are here to congratulate us on the arrival of the new home. ”

"Viagra, it's better for you to go, I can't please move these masters." The second fat face was embarrassed. This kid is really getting more and more unable to hold up the wall. I shook my head and smiled at the old men on the sofa and said, "Brother, I don't know what you're doing here?" ”

"Eat." An old man with a white beard and a black cotton jacket seemed to be really hungry and had no strength, and said weakly without raising his head.

"I haven't fired yet." I patiently said, "Why don't I give my brother a few little money for food, and we'll just break up?" Saying that, I took out my wallet, and seeing the posture of these old men, a hundred yuan could not be sent away at all, gritted my teeth, and I ordered a thousand yuan and handed it out.

"No money, no food." The white-bearded old man didn't even look at the money I handed over, and said with his eyes closed.

Hey, I'm really good-tempered, huh? "Let's get straight to the point, how much do you have to do before you want to leave?"

"Eat." The white-bearded old man seemed to say that. I was about to go crazy, when the old man in a tracksuit sitting on the ground stood up tremblingly, "You're Liu Wei, right?" We were introduced by Liu Delong, and he said that you are a good person and will not ignore us. ”

Andy Lau, I know, who is this Andy Lau? "Lao Liu said, he has a very strong relationship with you, and he will definitely take care of us for dinner." The other stood up from the couch and said.

As soon as he stood up, I noticed that something was wrong, this old man had a long braid on the back of his head, just like the people in the Qing palace dramas that have been on fire all these years.

"Who are you?" I hurriedly took a step back, these old men are definitely not human!

"You don't know us? We are the god of the stove, the king of the stove you said. The old man with long braids said in surprise.

"What?" I jumped up all of a sudden, pointed at these old men and said, "You don't fool Lao Tzu, do you think Lao Tzu has never seen the Lord of the Stove?" ”

Legend has it that the god of the stove is responsible for reporting the good and evil of the family to the heavenly court. When I was a child, almost every household would worship the god of the stove on the twenty-third day of the year, replace the old portrait of the god of the stove, invite the new one, and then offer wine and sugar, praying that he would say more good things when he returned to heaven, the so-called "eat sweet, say good words", "good words spread to the sky, bad words aside".

To put it bluntly, it's bribery. Although I despise this kind of fairy who eats kickbacks, I have to admit that the god of the stove in the painting does have a fairy spirit, dressed in a big red official robe, white and fat, kind and kind, and compared with these old guys, it is not a star and a half.

"It's true." Seeing that I didn't believe it, the old man in sportswear took out a piece of yellow paper from his arms, on which were written a few glittering golden characters: "Pardon Li Dong Chef Si Ming Jiu Ling Yuan Wang Dingfu Shenjun". There was a faint green aura coming out of it, and it didn't look like it was fake.

"Brothers, sit down." I'm really a fairy at a glance, especially this kind of immortal who specializes in small reports, it's better not to offend. I glared at Erfat, and the kid quickly handed the bench under his ass to the sportswear Stove.

"I don't know what the hell is going on with my brothers?" As soon as I took out a pack of cigarettes, a few old men grabbed it and divided it by themselves without waiting for me to disperse.

"That's right, our life was pretty good, even if we cut off contact with Heavenly Court, the incense is still quite vigorous." The old man in the sportswear seemed to be the leader among them and said, "But since the Red Guards defeated all the bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods, there are fewer and fewer people who still worship the god of the hearth. ”

"Even if it's less, it's still there, right? It's not like this? I asked, puzzled. Not to mention anything else, the old men and old ladies in my original community worship every day at home.