After two glances, the wine worm and Bai Ze's eyes intersected again.

The wine worm's body trembled, and he always felt that Bai Ze's eyes were ill-intentioned. With a "snort", he plunged into the depths of the tea, and began to pretend to be dead with his tail pointing up.

With a smirk on his face, Bai Ze looked at the teacup as if he had been treasured and called softly:

"Wine worm, wine worm who makes good wine! Haha! I'm going to get rich. ”

As the time to fly farther and farther away, after a while, Bai Ze's eyes staring at the teacup were empty, knocking on the table, and his mind was full of how to make money and his chic life in the future.

"When my distillery becomes one of the world's top 500, will I buy a Ferrari or a Porsche? Will I eat salty or sweet tofu brains? Hey, I have a headache!"

As unrealistic thoughts expanded, the "thump" thump became louder and louder.

A spiritual light suddenly crossed Bai Ze's mind, Bai Ze's eyes froze, he stopped his movements, and remembered something that had been overlooked.

The wine worms have appeared, so what about the Chat Zhai picture book!

Bai Ze suddenly became nervous, and rummaged through the cabinets for a while, but there was no trace of the painting book.

Leaning crookedly on the table, Bai Ze's eyes were a little confused: If the story in the picture book is true, then grandpa is not dead, and he has been named a little god and has become a city god in the world of Liaozhai!

So is it possible for me to see my grandfather again?

The associations are getting wider and wider, and Bai Ze thought of the wine worm, Liu Dahu and the little maid, such a real dream of Nan Ke, so what will happen to them in the future?

At this moment, a golden light flashed in front of Bai Ze, and the Liaozhai painting book with a wooden cover suddenly appeared in mid-air.

The picture book opened, the pages rattled, and soon the second half of the book was turned.

Bai Ze took a closer look, and on this illustration, a bald little monk with a big bag on his head was half-lying on the edge of the bed rubbing his forehead, and the little maid was hunched over with concern and a little fear next to him.

There are words and dialogues next to it, but it is not Bai Ze's experience in the world of chatting.

Bai Ze followed the rhythm of the picture book page after page, until the night when he was asleep in the story.

When he saw the picture of the wine worm crawling towards him desperately, he couldn't help but feel ripples in his heart, a little moved, and looked like a teacup with emotion.

But the wine worm fell asleep at this moment, lying in the tea and blowing bubbles, and this emotion was thrown to the blind man.

With Bai Ze's departure, the later story still inevitably develops towards the original book.

The next morning, after Bai Ze quietly disappeared, everyone in the manor regarded this 120-year-old monk as a living Buddha, and many servants believed in Buddha from then on.

Liu Dahu is even more so, he eats fasting and worshipping Buddha every day, hates wine like an enemy, vomits when he smells wine, and his body is getting thinner and thinner.

After the successful weight loss, Liu Dahu married a wife and a concubine, and had the joy of having children around his knees, but the family's property was shrinking day by day, so what to lose.

Ten years later, all the servants in Liu Dahu's family have long been dismissed, and the grandmother who refused to leave has also died of illness.

The family is destitute, with only three acres of thin fields left, and they can't eat enough, which has become a troublesome problem.

The little maid also married two years after Bai Ze left, although her husband's family was not a high-ranking official, but her husband was honest and honest, and he spent his life plainly.

At this point, the picture book has turned to the last page, and above the picture of Liu Dahu working in the fields and sweating like rain, the two big characters of wine insects are vigorously printed there.

Bai Ze sighed slightly, the lives of several people were fleeting in front of his eyes, and he played the role of the promoter of fate in the story.

The painting book didn't give Bai Ze a moment of sadness, and in the blink of an eye, the picture book flipped forward again, straight to the front of Kao Chenghuang.

Bai Ze retracted his thoughts and concentrated.

This should be the story of grandpa, and it is very likely to tell some secrets that Bai Ze does not know.

As soon as the picture is displayed, a peaceful and quiet village leaps onto the page, and under the guidance of words and pictures, the story of what happened in a small village is told......

In the middle of the sound, the light of the painting book was gone, and it suddenly disappeared into the air.

Bai Ze held his chin and lay on the table in deep thought.

A sharp voice suddenly came from outside the fence cane in the small courtyard, interrupting Bai Ze's reverie and greeting him cordially:

"It's Ozawa who is back, I heard movement in your house. ”

"Xiao Ze! This Chinese New Year's Eve, Uncle Tian can't let you celebrate the New Year by yourself!"

"Your Aunt Tian is almost ready, you can come over to eat in a while, I haven't seen you for several years, we have to chatter well!"

Outside, Uncle Tian called affectionately, his words were reasonable and sincere, and he didn't give Bai Ze the slightest chance to refuse.

In desperation, Bai Ze had no choice but to agree.

After a few words of greeting, while Uncle Tian returned to his house, Bai Ze couldn't help but turn out the memories of this close neighbor from his mind.

This Uncle Tian's real name is Tian Fugui, and he has no blood relationship with Bai Ze, but in terms of seniority, he is considered to be the same generation as Bai Ze's father.

Tian Fugui has been pursuing wealth for half his life, but the reality is not as good as his name, although there is no poor jingle, but there is definitely a gap with the word "wealth".

He is slightly chubby, with two mustaches on his mouth, he is lazy and lazy, loves to take advantage of small things, and from time to time he steals in other people's vegetable gardens.

Because he looked and behaved like a rat stealing crops in the field, the villagers gave him the nickname "vole" behind his back.

Bai Ze's deepest impression of Tian Fugui is that in the summer when he was six years old, Bai Ze went back to his grandfather's house to live, and Lao Tian's house next door stewed a pot of braised pork in the stove outside.

It's not easy to eat a meal of meat in the countryside in the past few years, grandpa loves vegetarianism, and children of a few years old are greedy, and Bai Ze's mouth has really faded out of the bird in recent months.

This caused Xiao Bai Ze to lie on the fence cane between the two houses, staring at the stove outside the Tian family house and swallowing saliva.

The rich aroma of meat kept drilling into Bai Ze's nose, so greedy that he stood on tiptoe, staring at the lid of the pot, fantasizing about the appearance of braised pork.

Tian Fugui just lifted the lid of the pot at this time, and with a large piece of white steam, the red braised pork was bubbling in the pot.

The richer aroma of meat came, and the longing in Bai Ze's eyes was almost overflowing, and his eyes followed the tumbling pieces of braised pork.

Tian Fugui also looked very happy, serving a pot of steaming braised pork, his eyes narrowed into a slit with a smile.

Seeing Bai Ze's greed on his face, Tian Fugui deliberately shook it in front of Bai Ze's eyes with a meat basin, shook his head and ate a piece himself, chirped his mouth, and chewed exaggeratedly.

Seeing the fat and thin braised pork crushed in Tian Fugui's mouth, overflowing with rich and sweet soup, Xiao Bai Ze's saliva remained at the corner of his mouth, his eyes stared straight ahead, and his mouth seemed to bite into the fantasy meat, closing one by one with the frequency.

Tian Fugui shook his head when he saw this, and he looked like he was angry with you, and went into the house whistling.

Seeing that the meat was gone, I didn't get a single piece. Six-year-old Xiao Bai Ze was angry and greedy, his two little hands did not grasp the plank, he fell from the fence cane with a "clang", got up sadly, rubbed his buttocks and cried and went back to the house......

As the memory slowly faded, the smile on the corner of Bai Ze's mouth slowly faded, his face slowly turned cold, and he thought of the second story about his grandfather in the Liaozhai painting book.

Coincidentally, in this story, Tian Fugui also left a strong stroke.