I don't know what the boss thinks, since he is in the hotel business, he shouldn't put the paper figure at the gate at night.

"Mr. Li, is this really a hotel? Is it possible that this is not a hotel for people, but a hotel for ghosts? Wu Fatzi looked at the pair of golden boys and girls and made a bold guess.

Wu Fatzi, this belongs to me has experienced too many things, and now I can't help but think about it when I see anything.

I snorted and said, "There is only one in this town, and there may not be much business in normal times, but now the main business is paper and other things, so I don't care about the placement of this thing!" ”

"Let's go, let's go first!"

As I spoke, I walked into the paper shop.

As soon as I walked in, I heard the sound of the TV talking, and directly opposite the TV, an old man sitting on a lazy chair was lying crookedly! It looks like he's asleep.

"Ahem!" I coughed tentatively twice, and the boss quickly opened his eyes when he heard the cough, then looked at us, and immediately changed his smile and asked, "Two, what do you need?" ”

As he spoke, he yawned!

Before we could speak, he stood up and said, "Is the old man in the family deceased?" Is it a man or a woman? ”

"It's not!" Before I could answer, Wu Fatzi interrupted: "I said boss, isn't your place still a hotel?" Why didn't you do it? ”

As soon as the old king heard Wu Fatzi's words, he sighed and said, "Do it, do it, of course you want to live in the hotel?" ”

"Yes, we're staying in a hotel!" Wu Fatzi hurriedly replied.

The old king said with an embarrassed face: "Oops! I'm so embarrassed, I thought you two were here to buy something. ”

As he spoke, he pulled out a pair of glasses and put them on, then walked to the counter and began to rummage through the keys. While looking for it, he said: "There are not many people in our place, and the business was okay in the past few years, but in the past two years, the riverside has built a homestay, and our business is gone!" Isn't there no way, so I just got some of these things to sell! ”

"But don't worry, you two, I guarantee that the inside of this shop is clean, and I only changed the new sheets today."

I looked around at the things in his shop, and the workmanship was very exquisite, I didn't think it could be done casually, and of course, it wasn't ruled out that he didn't make it.

Thinking of this, I looked at him and asked, "Boss, did you make all these paper ties yourself?" ”

He nodded and said, "Yes, I learned some in the early years, and I can do it!" Actually, it's not that hard. ”

No, this shouldn't be as simple as learning some, the boss has hard work on his body. The layman looks at the bustle, the insider looks at the doorway, which may be a paper tie for ordinary people, but in my eyes, these things are all vivid things. That's all, I promise to buy it and burn it, and the dead man will definitely be able to collect it.

This paper tie is particular, some paper tie workmanship is arbitrary, and the dead can't get it if they are burned! This kind of paper is a typical impulse paper tie, deceptive paper tie!

The handmade ones are good, pay attention to the method, the time, the direction, and how much to do, how to do it, and burn it to men and women are all different. So there's a lot of work in it, and it's complicated! Ordinary people don't study for more than ten years, and they can't come out to do business on their own.

The things that the old king in front of him did not do casually, he said so, but he was actually a powerful person.

But I'm not going to say anything, we're here to stay at the hotel, not to buy paper.

Soon, he found the key, and after handing it to us, he said, "On the second floor, just the staircase!" ”

I took the key and looked at it in my hand! The old king in front of him is a person who likes to talk, since he likes to talk, I will inquire with him, there should be no problem!

Thinking of this, I decided to ask the old king about the story of gold.

Thinking of this, I looked at my boss and asked, "Boss, you were born and raised here, right?" ”

Before asking, I felt it was necessary to confirm if he was a local.

He nodded and said, "Yes, born and raised, our ancestors don't know when they moved here, and they took root here!" I've been here since I was born. ”

After getting this answer, I asked straight to the point, "Have you ever dug up gold before?" ”

"Gold?" The old king repeated these two words, and then asked me with a puzzled expression, "What gold?" ”

"It's the kind of gold that can be exchanged for money!"

"O gold! Yes. The old king smiled and said, "In our town, there was indeed a story of digging up gold a long time ago. It is said that an honest farmer has been doing farm work all his life, but one year when there was an earthquake, their soil happened to be in the safest place, and everyone in the village went to their soil that night and trampled on their grain, resulting in no harvest for their family that year. ”

So he went to ask the people in the village for it, but in those days, everyone tightened their belts to live, and there was no extra food. Without food, his old mother and children starved to death. He felt that he had honestly planted the land all his life, and in the end he would have to suffer this kind of pain, and he was very aggrieved in his heart, so he went to the temple to complain to the gods. ”

When he got home, he had a dream in which he dug up gold in his field! So the next day he went to the place where he dreamed of digging up the gold, and he actually dug up the gold. He was so pleased that he told the friendliest man in the village that he had dug up the gold, and when the man heard this, he told the whole village, and they went to their field to dig it. ”

"As a result, no one found gold, so he said that he lied to everyone! In order to prove that he had really dug up gold, he took people to his house to see it, and when he brought them over, he found any gold, just a stone. This made everyone angry, and they scolded him and called him a liar. ”

"That night he went to the temple again to complain to the gods, but when he came home he had another dream, in which a god told him that if he kept digging for twenty years, he would dig up gold."

Later, he planted the land for twenty years, and in the twentieth year, he really dug up the gold from the soil! But this time, he didn't tell anyone again. ”

"This is the story about gold that has been circulating around us, and its moral is to warn those who are confused and do not see hope that as long as they persevere, they will definitely get what they want."

Get!

I thought I could hear the story I wanted to hear about gold, but I broke a fable.

"Alright! Uncle, this story is very good and very moral, you should rest early. ”

With that, I turned and went upstairs.

I had just walked up the stairs when suddenly a woman walked in through the door......