Bao Houdao woke up.

Ever since he was knocked down by Bai Wuchang's weeping stick, I don't know how long I was in a coma, and I was woken up by a black wild dog. The wild dog was dirty and smelly, knee-high, covered in mud and covered in dysentery. Jiang Laocai's grave is far away from the village and town, and there are no people within dozens of miles, so I don't know if this wild dog smelled the breath of Bao Houdao being beaten by Bai Wuchang, or if he passed by by accident. Even when Bao Houdao sat up, the wild dog was still licking his face, and half of the dog's saliva went straight to his neck, and Bao Houdao hurriedly scolded and drove the wild dog away.

Touch the left ear.

The left side of the face was punched into a rod groove.

Except for the ear head and earlobe, which were a little exposed, the rest of the ear was forced to collapse in.

Half of the face is missing.

Bao Houdao took off the white robe he was wearing, and the blood pork that the two brothers used to dress up had already been eaten by the wild dog, and only Bao Shi was left in the lonely grave wearing a black robe, and the corpse smeared with ashes at the bottom of the pot was lying upright, and it was already hard and transparent.

Bao Houdao gradually understood that Jiang Laocai deliberately let himself hear the words of Xiaojinren's "end of life", Zhao Zhenren sealed Jiang Laocai's birthday in Xiaojinren's body with a charm, and Xiaojinren died instead of Jiang Laocai. The first seven years of black and white impermanence came to the grave to detain the soul, how could they not find the soul, it was the time when they were in a hurry to go to the brain, the two brothers pretended to be black and white impermanence to steal the little gold man, and they happened to be sent to the door.

Looking for death, God pretended to doze off and closed his eyes.

Black and white impermanence can prevaricate the past by catching the wrong ghost, but it can't bring back the soul, and if you don't mention it, you have to be punished heavily.

How can a person see a ghost? Naturally, it was Zhao Zhenren who mischievolent, he had guessed that Bao Houdao would go to fight the idea of the little golden man, and buried it in a big circle with willow leaves. The peach roots and willow leaves are cloudy, which makes the two brothers see the impermanence of black and white.

The more Bao Houdao thought about it, the more angry he became, because Mao was being fucking calculated wherever he went, and he was wronged when he thought about it.

The Bao family was defeated by the imperial court, and it was one of the richest families in Taiyuan City before. The regent Dolgon led the Eight Banners Army to conquer the south and the north, swept away the **, and Shunzhi Ye Long stepped into the Forbidden City, established the Qing Dynasty, and won the world. It is said that the Bao family has nothing to do with Shunzhi Ye and the regent, one side is the imperial nobles, and the other side is a wealthy family in the corner, and they can't be involved at all, and they can't hit hundreds of poles.

The problem lies in a Han official, who was named Sun Zhiqi who was the right attendant of the Ministry of Rites at the time, and in order to cater to the regent in power, he came up with a bad idea called "shaving hair and making it easy to wear". All the people under the rule of the Qing Dynasty must shave rat tails according to the Manchurian system, wear round-necked clothes, and wear melon skin hats, which are uniformly standard.

Now it sounds full of rancidness, at that time it was a good policy to govern the country, the Han people since ancient times to pursue the dress and tie the hair, follow the words of the sage, the body hair and skin by the parents must not be damaged at all, this is filial piety, change clothes can also be reluctant to agree, this shaving is absolutely not agreed.

Shaving the head and keeping the tail is a great disrespect to the ancestors.

Even if the Qing Dynasty could make the golden beans bloom, the Yellow River flowed backwards, and the sun and moon hung upside down, the Han people resolutely refused to shave their heads. Since the promulgation of the decree on shaving hair and making it easy to obey, every city and place will select a prominent Zhuang gentleman to kill chickens and scare monkeys to set an example, and I don't know how many old-fashioned diehards have been killed when it was implemented.

The big and small heads in the city were chopped off and rolled around like watermelons.

The Taiyuan Bao family was pushed to the cusp, and the fierce Eight Banners soldiers didn't bother with you, just asked if they were shaved or not. Master Bao didn't say a word, he didn't even say the word shaving, and nearly 100 necks of the whole family ushered in a big blade.

How did the two brothers slip through?

Coincidentally.

Lives should not be extinguished!

The two brothers were both away from home for more than ten days, and they didn't return at night, and the sun and the moon were handed over to the "Huayun Building" in the city, and they didn't know that such a big thing had happened at home. Bao Houdao is hugging the little peach girl in the "Peony Pavilion" and is sweating violently with the mandarin duck, Bao is really listening to the little apricot girl singing "Pan Jun Lai" in the "Peony Pavilion", and he is so happy that he doesn't know that the sky has changed.

The two brothers went to a kiln together and regarded it as the first one in Taiyuan City, and the city could not find a second one, which was passed on as a good name.

Suddenly I heard bad news.

The two brothers stood in the alley, and even the farts that were about to be released sounded in their stomachs.

Someone came up with an idea.

The two brothers shaved their heads and escaped from Taiyuan in disguise as dung, but fortunately, the soldiers of the Eight Banners only killed people and did not punish the whole family.

All kinds of hatred are connected.

Bao Houdao was completely desperate, dragged Bao Shi's body down from the grave, picked up the shovel he brought that night and dug it up, and scolded while digging: "You bullshit court!" You bullshit Jiang Laocai! You bullshit Zhao Zhenren! You bullshit, black and white! Lao Tzu day by day, your ninety-eight generations of ancestors and grandmothers, all the female dependents who are related to you turtle king bastards, whether old or young, as long as they are mothers, all nine hundred and eighty-one times a day, and then day after day, day after day. Didn't you turtle grandsons design to let Lao Tzu die for him, Lao Tzu is not dead, he is alive and well, you wolves and dogs take a closer look, see how Lao Tzu digs your grave ......"

Bao Houdao said that the east sentence is the eighteenth generation of your ancestors, and the west sentence is a beast bastard dead child, and a spade is more crazy than a spade. After all the swear words in the sky and on the earth were scolded, the vermilion lacquer coffin of the little golden man lying in the bright tile was exposed, and it fell apart with just a spade.

Bao Houdao took out the little golden man, there was a crack on the back of the little golden man, and he vaguely saw that the yellow charm in his stomach had turned into ashes, wiped Bao Shi's corpse face, put it in the coffin, closed the coffin, and walked away.

Raw old bones grow old meat, the children of poor families are filial, and the children of rich families are rebellious. Bao Houdao relied on that anger, buried Bao Shi in an empty grave, and after taking the little golden man away, he forgot about revenge, and scolded him for not being a person or a thing, which is not an exaggeration at all.

Don't look for Jiang Laocai's revenge, don't go to the Jiushan Mountain to find Zhao Zhenren, and don't go down to the underworld to find black and white impermanence, he strode straight towards Taiyuan, and the little peach girl on Huayun Upstairs is still waiting for him to hurt, I don't know how many fragrant tears are secretly wiped on my back.

Taiyuan City.

It's not long been noisy everywhere "keep your head without hair, keep your hair without your head" At that time, the frightened people couldn't get out, and the old and young masters on the street were wearing rat pigtails. Speaking of others, Bao Houdao himself is also like this, this time he came to Taiyuan, and he was destined to be a professional tomb robber for half his life.

The matter of tomb robbery has been despised by people in all dynasties, but this trend is endless. From ancient times to the present, there is no immortal person, there is no person who is not buried, but where the family is well-off, when the ancestors are buried, they always have to bury some intimate things that the deceased loved before their death, or gold, or silver, or utensils, one to show filial piety, and the other to show wealth. As the old saying goes: burying people does not bury things, descendants have no house, predecessors are buried in a rich scenery, and younger generations are soaring.

China has a splendid civilization of 5,000 years.

Throughout the ages, people who have enjoyed the wealth of the world, and those who are poor and extravagant pay special attention to the things after their deaths.

It has always been exquisite, death is like life, and what you have enjoyed before you are alive will continue to be used after death. I have a world, and I will have a world after death, and I will have a wealth before I die, and I will have a wealth after death, and everything will be allocated to the cemetery according to the standard before my death.

Huayun Building.

A son of heaven, a courtier, a class of butterfly flutterers, a class of laughing girls. The lord with silver is only not good at hospitality, and the man without silver only feels unhappy, flattering and sassy, bustards love money, the prince and grandson are good at fluttering butterflies, and the talented people are good at doing good deeds and messing with flowers.

There are many people who are familiar with Bao Houdao in Taiyuan City, all of them are people who are not doing their jobs properly and have the same smell, and no one can recognize him when he comes back this time. First, after shaving his head, he slammed his face, and acquaintances had to think about who it was for a long time. Second, he was slapped with a mourning stick by the white impermanence ghost, and his face collapsed by a small half, and half of his collapsed face turned into gray ink. No matter how you say that my father is not ugly, I don't feel disgusting, I have hundreds of taels of gold around my waist, and I walk sideways with figure-eight steps, and I give myself a nickname when I am proud - grimace bag!

The Fireworks Land is not a charity relief house, no matter how much gold and silver you have in your pocket, you can't get in and out, and there will always be a time when you will run out.

Three months down.

Bao Houdao even ate and threw off, vented his sweat night and night, and spent a clean time.

owed Hua Yunlou a butt of silver.

Eventually, it was beaten out.

People who don't do their jobs are gluttonous and lazy, and they can't beg for food if they don't have money. Bao Houdao has already been committed to being a return servant, and then looking for a big family to get by, and he is unwilling, so he started the idea of robbing the tomb again. This time, I learned well, I didn't look for the ownerless empty grave, I asked around about the rich man who had just died, and I would never do it if I didn't inquire clearly.

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Someday.

Bao Houdao inquired about a wealthy family surnamed Yan in Qi County.

A month ago, an old rich man in his sixties died, Yan Laocai contracted a cold in his early years, was paralyzed in a high position, and spent more than ten years in bed and on a recliner. One day, some fat maids carried him to the sun to bask in warmth, and a gust of wind blew through and blew away a little bit of life. When the burial was solemn, the tenants, hoes, and people from ten miles and eight towns all went to cry to send Yan Laocai, unlike Jiang Laocai, who secretly played and faked his death.

Bao Houdao made up his mind.

This time I wasn't careless at all, and I no longer pretended to be ghosts such as black and white impermanence. I deliberately found a pond, took advantage of the high sun to wash it clean, stole a hoe in the dark, smoothed the shovel, and stole a gourd of Fenjiu from the liquor shop, and walked to Yan Laocai's grave while drinking.

Night, no moon.

The wind blew very lightly and finely, and Yan Laocai's grave was very large and pompous, unlike Jiang Laocai's pretending to make a coffin, build a mound, and build a monument, and do things hastily. Bao Houdao sat on the grave and drank a few big sips of wine Meimei first, this time he didn't meet a ghost, everything was safe. The wine gourd was thrown to the ground, and the hoe was picked up and the work began, and the blood swelled when the wine came up, and he didn't know that he was tired, and the more he dried, the more energetic he became.

Bao Houdao is a person with a little experience, and when the shaving order was executed, he saw people's heads rolling all over the ground, and the black and white of the Jiang family's grave was uncommon, which was a little strange. I'd rather die on the road to wealth than die on begging for food and being angry, I can't tell you how many treasures Yan Laocai brought into the coffin, which should be enough for him to spend a few months. The new soil is easy to plan, the new grave is easy to open, except that the bricks are not easy to pry, everything is going well.

Two pairs down from time to time.

Yan Laocai's vermilion lacquer coffin was dug up, and the coffin was painted with exquisite patterns, and it was really dark this night, and it was not clear to see, but I also felt that the funeral of the Yan family was very Qinglong, but I didn't count the catastrophe of Bao Chenghou's grave.

Bao Houdao drank a few more sips of wine, pried open the coffin, and suddenly, Yan Laocai, who was wearing a brocade shroud, sat up in the coffin. Bao Houdao was greatly startled, his legs were not as weak as before, and as soon as he threw something, he turned around and ran.

"Don't run, boy...... Don't run, let's talk, let's talk! Yan Laocai in the coffin spoke.

"You...... Are you a fucking human or a ghost? Bao Houdao ran out a few big steps, heard Yan Laocai speak, wondered how many situations this was, and stood still and asked.

"Of course I'm human, young man, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I know what you're here for, remember what the old man brought in my coffin. Eh, if you don't bring it with you in life, you don't bring it with you in death, these things are all yours. Yin Si only accepts the dark goods burned by his children and grandchildren, and does not accept cash in the world. Young man, if you come, you will be safe, we will have a good chat when we meet, after you take the baby, just fill the grave for me again. Yan Laocai said.

Bao Houdao listened to this reasonable words, and he couldn't imagine that there was such a good thing when he was killed, and that uneasy heart fell to the ground. Picking up the wine gourd and walking towards the coffin, this life and death talk is very, very indescribable speculation. You compliment, I flatter.

They are all rich and noble in the world, but one is a down-and-out tomb robber, and the other is about to be reincarnated, but there is a state of hating each other. Bao Houdao was very moved, these days, except for the silver, no one has been so polite to him, spit out a quick speech, and chatted for nearly a time.

"I have to go!"

"Let's talk about it for a while, you've been dead for so long."

"Black and white impermanence is coming." Yan Laocai remained motionless after speaking, and fell into the coffin with a muffled voice.

Bao Houdao wiped his eyes several times, but he didn't find where the black and white impermanence was. Yan's tomb did not have a lack of virtue spell, of course I couldn't see it, Yan Laocai died thoroughly, as if what happened just now didn't happen at all, and when he first opened the coffin, Bao Houdao reached out and touched the things in the coffin. I also thought about it, and did what Yan Laocai said, and closed the coffin after taking the things and helping people take care of the aftermath.

At that time, Yan Laocai in the coffin sat up again, this time without any words, and directly glared at Bao Houdao and grabbed it.

grabbed Bao Houdao's neck.

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