As the old saying goes, "If you are in a hurry, you will go to the doctor and burn incense at the temple." ”

Zheng Yunhong now belongs to this state, her husband is sick, and the whole family has been brought down - her son, who has excellent academic performance, has to drop out of school and go home after just being promoted to the third year of high school......

"There is no filial son in front of the bed for a long time", how many people can experience the pain and helplessness without personal experience?

Sometimes Zheng Yunhong can't help but think that if her husband died in an accident in the coal mine, it would be a good thing - he himself doesn't have to suffer like this, and his family doesn't have to be affected by him anymore.

But in the end, he has been married for many years, and he is a living person, a father of two children!

So even if there is a glimmer of hope, when Zheng Yunhong sees it, he will immediately pounce on it and hold on to it and refuse to let go.

Even if the final result is disappointing, at least, I did my best!

As for the old Han immortal in Liujiaying Village in the east of the city, at first Zheng Yunhong only invited with the mentality of treating a dead horse as a live horse doctor, and when she heard that the old fairy had passed away, she was only a little disappointed, but then she heard from the villagers who were either enthusiastic and kind, or had a lot of mouths and tongues and gossip, after the Han old immortal recited mantras and raised altars quite effectively, Zheng Yunhong's disappointment in her heart increased dramatically - this is also human nature, and what you can't get is often the best. And under the torture of almost desperate mentality, she even subconsciously thought that if Han Lao Immortal did not die, she would definitely be able to cure her husband's illness.

After listening to Zheng Yunhong's babbling narration, Wen Shuo, who knew the old Han Tou better than anyone else, couldn't cry or laugh, but it was not easy to explain anything.

Back then, where did the villagers say so amazingly?

Back then, how could the villagers of Liujiaying ever praise and respect the old Han Tou so much? !

And the reason why the deceased old Han Tou is touted like this now, Wen Shuo knows very well why, in addition to the reason why human nature is accustomed to yearning and exaggeration, there is also the abnormal behavior of the village chief Liu Maohe after the death of the old Han Tou, and Wen Shuo involved, became the champion of the college entrance examination and was admitted to Beijing University......

Therefore, people feel more and more that Lao Hantou is a legend and a true immortal!

Besides, everyone in the old Han Tou is dead, and it doesn't hurt to brag, who can resurrect the old Han Tou and confront him face to face?

Wen Shuo thought to himself, this is probably the so-called people and clouds, and it is also the origin of many ancient myths and legends, right?

When Zheng Yunhong went to work to make lunch, Wen Shuo, Zheng Wenjiang, Hou Jinqiang, Li Yanbiao, and Zhan Chuanhai went to the courtyard under construction in front of them to take a look, stood in the shadow under the wall, lit a cigarette, and chatted.

"Brothers, I'll tell you the truth. Wen Shuo said: "Then, Chuanhai is also there, and I won't hide it from you...... Inviting a master to come to the altar to do this may not be possible, but it can be regarded as a relief to see that the aunt is under pressure. Regardless of whether it can be done in the end, everyone must remember to keep it secret, after all, you can't make much money doing this kind of work, and you can't get a good reputation, people are experts and professors, and they care about this very much. ”

"It must be!" Zhan Chuanhai hurriedly nodded and said, his expression was slightly disappointed - if he couldn't cure his father's illness, his mother would be even more sad, right?

Zheng Wenjiang asked, "Since you are a professor, why do you still play with these things?"

"I wondered at the time. Wen Shuo said seriously: "However, I am really convinced by the truth! Feelings, which seem superstitious to us, still have a certain scientific basis." ”

"Scientific basis?"

Several people all looked surprised.

Wen Shuo pursed his lips and tilted his face slightly, revealing a little smug look that he knew more than you, causing Zheng Wenjiang to raise his hand and poke his stomach, and then said with a smile: "It's true, there are many kinds of mental patients, and some mental patients are simply afraid and fearful, if you can help them relieve their inner fear, it will be good naturally." However, it is easy to say, but it is really hard to do...... Hey, have you ever heard of hypnosis?"

"Uh-huh, the kind that can make people obedient, huh?"

"I've seen a movie that seems to have a ...... It's a mysterious mystical technique!"

Wen Shuo smiled: "It's not mysterious at all, but there is a certain scientific truth, and I don't understand it very well, so I can't explain it clearly to you, anyway, it is a kind of academic that can do bad things and good things, and it is often used to treat mental illness." ”

"What is mental illness?"

"Tsk, it's different if you have gone to college, you know so much!"

"Tell me about ......"

Wen Shuo told it with a smile, and talked about some other gossip, in short, try to lead this kind of thing to the path of science, and try to throw metaphysics and superstition into the gossip to a negligible role, just a small auxiliary role.

Seeing that the time was still early, Zheng Wenjiang asked Li Yanbiao and Hou Jinqiang to go back to the scrap collection station first, Liu Ji was there alone, if there was anything to do, he was afraid that he would not be able to be busy, so he brought Liu Ji over at noon and had dinner at Zhan Chuanhai's house together.

The diesel tricycle happily abruptly drove away.

Zheng Wenjiang walked towards Zhan Chuanhai's house, and said with some emotion: "One thing to say, I have worked hard to earn money this year, and I have gotten along well with my brothers, trying to do my best, in fact, in my heart, I have always wanted to catch up with you." Speaking of this, he smiled and glanced at Wen Shuo, who looked like a simple smile, and then shook his head with a wry smile, and said: "Now it seems that I will never be able to catch up! Going to college can already be more knowledgeable and eye-opening...... It's all pediatrics, frogs at the bottom of the well!"

Wen Shuo was not modest, thought for a while and said, "Each has its own happiness, and each has its own difficulties...... On the night I first came back, my brothers and I had a good drink at the acquisition station, and watched my brothers sleep in a room, full of people on the floor and on the bed...... I envy you for days like this. ”

"It's just silly fun. Zheng Wenjiang smiled and said, "If I can do it all over again, I really won't follow you to collect scrap and pick up rags in school, nor will I fight with you and cause trouble, but study hard and go to college." ”

Wen Shuo was stunned, with admiration on his face, and nodded: "If you can have this idea, you are better than me." ”

"Comfort me?" Zheng Wenjiang smiled: "I can't use it." ”

"It's true. Wen Shuo shook his head and said, "If I didn't go to college, I shouldn't have started to reflect earlier than you, or have the slightest urge to regret it." ”

Zhengwen was silent for a while and said, "This year, I also feel that I have grown up very quickly. ”

"Come on!" Wen Shuo patted Zheng Wenjiang on the shoulder and said, "There are many ways to succeed, and you can at least be regarded as a successful person in the minds of many people now!

Zheng Wenjiang tilted his face slightly: "No matter how bad your buddy is, I can't lose your share." ”

Wen Shuo was stunned, and then burst out laughing.

Leisure and relaxing time, cozy, but always passing quickly.

Soon it was time for lunch.

Zheng Yunhong rarely made a few hearty dishes, and at the same time made the meat buns and pancakes she usually sells......

Not only to thank Wen Shuo for agreeing to help invite a master from the capital to treat Chuanhai's father, after all, no one can say whether he can be cured or not. Mainly, Zheng Yunhong is grateful to Zheng Wenjiang, Liu Ji, Hou Jinqiang, and Li Yanbiao, who really helped the family a lot. If it weren't for their eccentric care, Zhan Chuanhai would not have been the most profitable among all the people who went out to pick up waste products in the "First Brother Scrap Acquisition Station".

"Well, this one is delicious, it's really good!" Wen Shuo had a large amount of rice, ate two meat buns, and ate another pancake fruit.

Praise while eating.

Not out of polite compliments, but in fact, several other people have also said that it tastes quite good.

The same ingredients, different chefs make the taste, absolutely different.

The meat buns and pancakes made by Zheng Yunhong taste much better than those I have eaten before.

In this regard, Zheng Yunhong explained with a smile that the taste of the meat bun is good, mainly because of the secret recipe of stewed meat, while the pancake fruit is delicious, it is a sauce that is spread, it is made by home, and it is also a small secret recipe. And these secret recipes were researched by Zhan Dong, who had studied cooking before.

Before he got sick, Zhan Dong and his wife set up a stall at the bus station to sell meat buns, pancakes, fruits, and buns.

Zheng Yunhong said that Zhan Dong's steamed bun stuffing is even more unique.

However, in these years, the overall economic conditions of the county are not high enough, so the income from doing this kind of small business is not very good. Under the pressure of debt and family life, Zhan Dongcai gritted his teeth and followed others to work in the coal kiln.

As a result, Zheng Yunhong didn't have the time and physical strength to make steamed buns.

Wen Shuo's heart moved, and he smiled and asked casually, "Auntie, you and my uncle used to sell these every day, how much money could you earn?"

"I don't make much. Zheng Yunhong smiled bitterly: "The two of them work hard, they can earn sixty or seventy yuan a day at most, and they can't go out every day, catch up with the busy farming, or the weather is bad, and there is something at home...... Anyway, at that time, it was only eight, nine hundred, or one thousand yuan a month. Now the business is better, but I can earn five or six hundred yuan a month by myself, alas, if his father's illness can be improved......"

As she spoke, Zheng Yunhong couldn't help crying.

For her, life is really a torment of suffering.