The poor ghost Mao Changsheng likes to talk, and the scissors ghost Mei is fragrant most of the time, but he is lonely and silent.

When the poor ghost sees the scissor ghost, the scissor ghost is cultivating his own mind scissors - tangible iron scissors, silver scissors or gold scissors, and when he encounters a powerful opponent, he will inevitably be damaged, but the mind scissors are freewheeling, free to retract and release, and elusive.

The expression of the scissor ghost is always faint, as if he was born to be a sage with a pure heart and few desires, he doesn't like the excitement of giggling, he doesn't like the endless nonsense, and he won't see the underworld coin with affection, he likes to carry it alone, and he likes to quietly ponder his skills.

The poor ghost likes the scissor ghost with a very different personality from his own, and the scissor ghost also seems to like the poor ghost with a very different personality from his own, and when the two ghosts stay together, it seems to be more harmonious than ever.

Of course, when the poor ghost and the scissor ghost are together, in harmony, there is also a kind of wealth that respects each other, and there is no intimacy, but he feels that he is the richest man in the underworld.

Inner abundance is the true source of happiness and happiness.

Of course, no one knows how long this feeling will last.

The poor ghost goes out alone to wander or carry out tasks, if it is daytime, the scissor ghost shrinks and sleeps quietly in a clean and comfortable stone cave or stone crevice, if it is at night, the scissors ghost will find a clean place to practice her skills, and the days seem to have been calm for her, not stagnant water, nor stormy waves.

In particular, when the poor ghost wiped the neck of the scissor ghost with spit, so that the throat that she had cut when she committed suicide in her previous life healed naturally, and she no longer had labor pains, she seemed richer than ever, and she was more obedient to the poor ghost than ever, as if an abandoned cat had been pampered.

The poor ghost is a docile female ghost, but this time, with the 20,000 coins given by the gut-pumping ghost, when she was looking for the scissors ghost, she found that the scissor ghost was far from being as docile as she imagined-

With his sense of smell tracking, the poor ghost noticed that the scissors ghost had left the rat hole next to the entrance of the cave at the back of the village at nightfall, and at the end of the village, into the apple orchard of a thousand acres.

The apple orchard is full of fruit, but the villagers have been forcibly transported into the county seat, and the good apples are not picked, so they can only ripen and fall alone.

Scissor Ghost sniffed the faint fragrance of apples, practiced the idea scissors, and his eyes turned quickly, and the golden or bright red apples that seemed to be in the shape of the wind did not move, but they fell one after another.

Without waiting for the apples to touch the loess on the ground, the scissors ghost waved his hands, and the apples bounced to a height of several feet, and the two hands made a gesture, and some roars came out of the mouth, and the apples in the air were chopped by thousands of knives, turned into broken nails, and fell to the ground like hailstones.

The scissors ghost looked furious, and the more he cut, the more passionate he became, and after repeating three "apple rains", he calmed down and became quiet and graceful again.

The poor ghost watched secretly, and was frightened, and he didn't dare to come out, and when the scissors ghost was completely quiet, he still felt a dry mouth, and invited an apple to take a bite, before clapping his hands and shouting "good".

Scissorghost floated down to the poor ghost, and the poor ghost gently stuffed the 10,000 coins into the scissorghost ghost's hand, and then gently clenched the hand that felt wonderful.

"Are you rich again?" asked Scissorghost softly, soft as wine.

"This is pocket money for you. "The poor ghost was fascinated, and really wanted to do something out of the ordinary, but he didn't dare to be abrupt again.

"I feel so lonely when you're away. Scissorghost rested his head on the poor ghost's shoulder, "It's good to meet you!"

The poor ghost was speechless, and shoved another 10,000 coins into the other slender hand of the Scissor Ghost.

"Let's go into the county seat and buy something we like. "The poor dead finally had the courage to speak.

Many people are not to blame, and ghosts are naturally not to blame, which gives the poor ghosts more confidence and courage.

"This ......," Scissorghost felt a little surprised, but quickly calmed down again, "I thought you were busy, and there were many important things to do—you have the final say." ”

So the poor ghost took the hand of the scissor-ghost, turned into two strange whirlwinds, whirled, circled the apple orchard a few times, and flew away like a bee.

The apple orchard is on the edge of the mountain forest, and after coming down and crossing the river, there is a vast field, the corn has already ripened and fallen off, the scorched corn stalks hang low, and the cattle and horses that have lost their masters live in the ground and eat in the ground, and they seem to be sincerely afraid, and the wind and grass are blowing, and they will hold their breath vigilantly.

After the cornfield is over, it is a low-tide rice field, the rice has long been ripe, hanging low and weak, after a burst of wind and sun, it has become a mess.

Those pigs who escaped from the pen also inhabited the rice fields, chewed the ears of rice when they were hungry, drank some water when they were thirsty, and became more and more wild like cattle and horses, and their vigilance became higher and higher.

The scorched grass in the field is heavy, and there are some earth dogs crawling, because they lack the care of their owners, they seem so hesitant and lonely, but their vigilance has also increased significantly.

The poor dead and the scissor ghost swept over it, and they couldn't help but sigh.

All this could have been cleaned up, but in order to "invite" the villagers into the resettlement area as soon as possible, the dignitaries in the county could no longer take care of it, and used the power in their hands to give some compensation to the villagers of each family.

The fruits of good labor are thrown away like broken shoes, and people or ghosts with hearts and livers who don't feel uncomfortable when they see them?

The poor ghost was saddened, his eyes were moist, and he was afraid that speaking would expose his softness, so he was silent.

Scissors Ghost obviously understood the poor ghost's mood, and was silent, but his hand was as bright as fat, but he grasped the poor ghost's hand tighter—the unspeakable sadness, the silence of understanding, was the best comfort.

Man is the most pitiful of animals, and the peasants are the most pitiful of such animals, and everything they have can be changed at any time: what belongs to you for a while, and after a while, it is likely that it will no longer belong to you.

The poor ghost and the scissor ghost made their way through the land of sorrow and landed on the road leading to the county seat.

On the west side of the highway is the range of Yanhuang Village, which looks dull and desolate in the quiet night, while on the east side of the highway is a long village street, which is a magnificent junior high school, and there are people active in both places, and it seems to be brilliantly lit.

The poor ghost and the scissor-ghost went around the country street from the shadowy place, and once again floated down the road.

"Although it is refreshing to ride the clouds, wouldn't it be better to be able to hitchhike without any ghost power?" the poor ghost muttered, looking for the vehicles on the road, "If you enter the city with your relatives and baby, you must hitchhike." ”

"Look at it!" said the Scissorghost meekly, "I will follow you into the city as you go." ”

The cars are not continuous, but there are many of them, and the poor ghost does not get into the car easily, letting go of three rustic and cheap vans, when the fourth new and chic, somewhat luxurious sedan roars in, the poor ghost pulls the scissors ghost and gently floats into the car.

What a coincidence, this car came out of Yanhuang Village, and there were four people sitting in it, one was a driver with a serious expression, and two were servile migrant workers, who were sending Mu Laosan, the "one-horned fierce dragon" who thought he was a character, into the city.

Mu Laosan kept snorting, baring his teeth and grinning, and wanted to be angry at every turn.

Under the ghost's confusion, Mu Laosan gave the archmage a punch in the mouth, and then kicked it hard, I didn't feel that after night and day, my legs and feet of people who had been lifted hurt and swelled into a super big steamed bun, the pain pierced my heart, and I couldn't eat well anymore, and I couldn't sleep well anymore.

Mu Laosan still wanted to be a tough guy, but the two migrant workers who knew how to beat my beard told him that maybe the bone was broken, which might cause osteomyelitis, and maybe even worsen the injury and amputate the leg upside down.

In this way, Mu Laosan felt that something was wrong, and he was worried that there would be evil ghosts at work, so he urged the driver to go to the county hospital overnight.

The poor ghost smiled at the scissor ghost, and the two ghosts sat next to each other, seated in the gap between the seats, quietly invisible.

"Ouch, it hurts. Mu Laosan shouted, moved his body, and urged, "Liu Musheng, tell a yellow joke to listen to, let me distract and make me less painful." ”

Liu Musheng was a little flattered and stood up: "I...... I don't have a yellow joke, let's talk about it. ”

The fourth pear also stood up: "I don't have any yellow jokes!"

Mu Laosan was on fire and roared: "You two mongrels, you usually live in a work shed, and you can't finish the yellow jokes for three days and three nights, but now you are pretending to be serious, it's really Zhang Shigui's horse - you can't go to the battlefield." You don't know how to speak, Lao Tzu will tell you one......"

The poor ghost panicked and whispered to the scissor ghost: "Cover your ears and close your eyes and sleep for a while, the story of a stinky man is not suitable for beautiful women!"

Scissorghost nodded, gave the poor ghost a strange look, closed his eyes with a smile, leaned on the poor ghost's shoulder, and made a faint sound of sleep in an instant.

The poor ghost breathed a sigh of relief and sounded with relish.

Mu Laosan said triumphantly, and he forgot about the pain:

"Once, a migrant worker came to the construction site with his young and beautiful new wife. Many workers couldn't help but swallow when they saw his wife. And the handsome foreman who led the work was even more salivating and happy. ”

The migrant couple was settled down and lived alone in a shack, with the man doing coolie work and the woman idle, cooking and washing clothes. ”

The foreman had ill intentions, and when the migrant worker's husband was away, he always took the time to be courteous and had nothing to say, but the woman was always cold, ignored it, and pretended to misunderstand and splashed the washing water on the foreman's body, which made the foreman annoyed, hateful, and unstoppable. ”

"Women are not seduced, but men have a disadvantage, that is, they love to drink, first in their own shed, and as the number of workers they know increases, they go to other people's sheds to drink. ”

"Once, the migrant worker went out to drink again, and when he drank, he forgot the time, and the woman couldn't stay up all night, so she went to sleep alone, leaving the door and not latching. ”

The foreman, who had long wanted to plot against him, quietly slipped into the migrant worker's shed. ”

"The next day, the woman said to the man, 'Husband, you drink every day, you can't do it, why was you so good last night?'"

"The male migrant worker was taken aback and said, 'What do you say?' I drank too much wine last night, and when I came back, I didn't take off my clothes, and I fell asleep like a dead pig, and I woke up at dawn, but I didn't do anything to you......? What the hell have you done, you*?'"

"When the woman heard this, she understood that she had been plotted, so she didn't say anything, and when the man went out of work in a huff, she hanged herself in the shed!"

"That man, who died of his wife, was in a trance every day, and then came to the high-rise building to erect wood, fell off the scaffolding and died!"

The poor ghost was shocked when he heard this, and his heart was uneasy, and Liu Musheng, a migrant worker beside him, sighed: "Tragedy, this is too miserable!"

Mu Laosan smiled and said, "Miserable fart, this is romantic! It's a pity that the woman died too early and couldn't continue to enjoy the blessings!"

Migrant worker Li Laosi was stunned and said: "That handsome guy who took advantage of the situation and enjoyed great happiness won't be Brother Mu, right?"

Mu Laosan shouted triumphantly: "Of course it's Lao Tzu! Lao Tzu has stolen many women, and he has never been so happy, hahaha......"

The laughter was unbridled.

Liu Musheng sighed: "It's not a yellow joke, it's just a black joke." ”

The poor ghost was filled with righteous indignation, slowly raised his hand, and whispered: "Beast, you go and die!"

The hand was in the air, but it stopped.

The gut-pumping ghost has instructed him not to make any more trouble, lest the high-level supervisory authority know that the development project of Yanhuang Village is prohibited.

What should I do? Such a beast is also at large, and it is very popular, is there any heavenly reason?

Just as he was hesitating, the Scissors Ghost woke up, gently pressed the poor ghost's hand, and whispered, "Don't be embarrassed, I'll help you solve the problem." ”

After that, the two right hands were in the shape of scissors, and they made two cutting movements against Mu Laosan's right wrist and right leg.

"Ouch, mom, it's killing me...... Mu Laosan immediately hissed, as if a pig had been stabbed in the neck after being pushed down.

This exclamation never stopped, until he entered the county hospital, where the doctor gave an anesthetic injection and diagnosed him with the middle stage of bone marrow cancer.

Of course, the poor ghost and the scissor ghost did not spend a penny of fare, and smoothly entered the county seat - to their destination.