Shen Jiming packed the magic flower pot in a big pocket and hid it in a stone cave at the foot of a Buddha statue, and then went down the mountain with his backpack.

When he went home, his father Shen Jianting had already returned, feeding the chickens in the yard, looking at him carrying a firewood knife covered with grass blades and unkempt appearance, he couldn't help but ask him where he went.

Shen Jiming hurriedly took out a tender gourd from his backpack and said, "Dad, I went to the Shiti Temple, and saw that there was a gourd vine growing there, and there was a tender gourd on it, so I picked one back, and it happened to be stewed pork ribs at night to eat." ”

Shen Jianting took the gourd and glanced at it, showing a very surprised look and said, "Why is it autumn and there are still tender gourds?"

"By the way, Dad, there are several wild persimmon trees growing there, I picked some back, soaked them for a while and ate them for a few days!"

As soon as Shen Jiming interrupted, Shen Jianting immediately frowned and said, "Don't go to the Stone Ladder Temple, it's unlucky there!"

"Why?" asked Shen Jiming curiously.

"The year before last, two people from the city climbed up to play, but they passed out and were carried down on it, and they woke up and said that the ancient temple was haunted. Shen Jianting said.

"Dad, is there anything else about this, why haven't I heard you talk about it before?" Shen Jiming was surprised.

Later, the three young children who were working outside in the next village didn't believe it when they came back, so they had to go up to take a look, but they were also frightened and ran down, some said they saw a black shadow on the Buddha statue, and some said they heard the Buddha statue talking......

"Dad, do you believe this kind of nonsense?" Shen Jiming couldn't help but pout.

"Anyway, don't go up, that temple died during the turmoil, it's better to believe it than not!" Shen Jianting glared at his son, and then took the gourd to peel it.

Shen Jiming shook his head and went to the kitchen to find a clay pot, mentioned it to the well to draw water and wash it, then filled half a jar of water, threw the cleaned persimmons into it and soaked it, covered it and put it under the eaves.

The temple was haunted? He wouldn't believe it.

The Buddha statue can talk even more nonsense.

Because since Shen Jiming remembered, he had been to that ancient temple no less than hundreds of times, that is, in the past few years, no one had gone up, and he had never heard of a haunted thing before.

Although Shen Jiming didn't care much about his father's words, he didn't pay attention to it at all, because what happened to him recently can be described as hell.

When Qi Zhenghai died, there was a black fog like a tornado, and his three consecutive weird dreams, as well as the magic flower pot, were completely beyond the scope of normal people's understanding.

Besides, his magic flower pot is still in the ancient temple, even if it is haunted, he still has to take it back, right? It is an indispensable treasure for his mother to cure her illness and even make her fortune in the future.

Liu Yuqin has recovered very well because of her body, although the doctor has repeatedly told her not to be tired and try to stay in bed to recuperate to reduce the pressure on her kidneys, but she is used to this busy life in the countryside, and she has not stopped since she returned home.

The two men in the family are the kind of breed that is not very bright, they are not good at communication, they don't talk much, they don't pay much attention to life, they don't have women to take care of them for food, clothing and housing, and she can't stand the chaos at home.

And Shen Jianting's father and son couldn't stop her, so they could only try to let her do some light physical labor, such as cooking and cleaning up clothes.

Therefore, when it was still evening, an enticing fragrance had already wafted out of the kitchen, which made Shen Jiming's stomach growl.

Recently, my mother was hospitalized for a month, it can be said that he can't eat and sleep well, and he also got a magic flower pot, and he was scared, for fear that he would be found out about growing vegetables at home, and the porridge he cooked was discovered by the doctor, and the flower pot was stolen, broken, and there was no magic......

In short, all worries.

Now that he was back home, back in this largely isolated mountain village, he was completely relaxed.

A family of three gathered around to enjoy a family dinner that they hadn't had in a long time.

A pot of pork ribs stewed gourd, a plate of greens, sausages, peanuts, hot and sour dried radish, soy beans, and then a jar of home-brewed jujube wine.

The father and son drank and didn't talk too much to each other, occasionally chatting a few words about city life, while Liu Yuqin sat next to him and kept serving food to the father and son, with a smile on her face that she hadn't seen for a long time.

After dinner, some people in the village came to visit the door to see Liu Yuqin, who had recovered and returned home, and also sent a lot of melons, fruits and vegetables.

It seems that in the blink of an eye, the familiar uncles and aunts in these villages are all old, but they are still as kind and kind as ever.

Of course, what everyone said the most was their envy of Shen Jianting's son, and praised the two for giving birth to a filial son.

It is a miracle that this kind of serious illness, which has long been sentenced to death in the countryside, can still recover, Liu Yuqin can go home so quickly, it must have something to do with Shen Jiming, especially when I heard that he took out more than 100,000 hospitalization fees at one time, and everyone was envious.

"My family's babies know how to ask Lao Tzu for money! A few days ago, they called me to sell my cattle and help him scrape together money to pay the down payment for the house!" Uncle Li smoked a cigarette, his face full of helplessness.

"It's not a thing!" Aunt Zhao also accosted, "The money borrowed by my second child to study in college has not been repaid, and in the past few days, I have been clamoring to buy a car and a house in the mountain city, where can we find money for him, if he has half of the filial piety of the baby, I can't sleep with laughter!"

"It's not all you're used to!" Aunt Zhao'er's man sulked beside him.

"Blame me, you paid a down payment for the eldest girl to buy a house in the county, don't you buy it for the second baby, the woman will marry out sooner or later, and you have to rely on the second baby to support the elderly!" Aunt Zhao couldn't help but shout at her man.

"Uncle Qiu wants his baby to support the elderly, Lao Tzu grows and eats by himself, and if the old man can't move, he will starve to death!" Aunt Zhao snorted.

"You're just starving to death now!" Aunt Zhao snorted angrily.

"What's the noise?" Zhang Sanye next to him couldn't stand it, knocked on the leg of the chair with a cigarette pouch and said: "The baby's things are not all the same, I come back less than once a year, and I can't see the shadow of the fart for three or five days at a time, I'm afraid that this stone ladder village will be quiet when our people die, only Ming Wazi is good, and it is a model for our village, I will let Zhao stonemason make a monument to stand at the entrance of the village tomorrow, so that everyone knows that filial piety is worth preaching, this person, no matter how it changes, filial piety is to be ranked first!"

"Third uncle, is this too much?" said Shen Jianting with a red face.

"Where has it been? I didn't come back to visit my parents and elders all year round, and I only called it when I was young and gnawed at the old, and I Zhang Laosan said it in this Shiti Village?" Zhang Sanye turned his head to look at a middle-aged man and said.

"The words of the third uncle are naturally counted!" the middle-aged man nodded hurriedly.