A few days later, in the afternoon of the pharmacy on Qingyuan Street, the family of Mofu was buying sour plums for Mrs. Mo to suppress morning sickness.

Diagonally opposite, on the other side of the teahouse, there are shopkeepers shouting hard.

"Storytelling—storytelling—"

With these two or three shouts, some guests soon came over outside the teahouse, which was originally full of people.

In these years, there are not many entertainment activities for ordinary people, and it is not common to watch dramas and listen to music, and storytelling is naturally a spiritual entertainment suitable for all ages.

As the storyteller's clear and powerful voice sounded from the teahouse, more and more customers gathered here in the teahouse.

Soon, the inside of the teahouse was full, but the number of people listening to books did not decrease, but they gathered outside the teahouse to rub books and listen, and some people took a stool to buy a pot of tea there.

Mr. Storyteller's skills can be described as amazing, and as the story in his mouth deepens, even Qingyuan Street does not look spacious.

The Mofu family couldn't help but go outside the teahouse to listen for a while after buying the sour plums.

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In the Mo Mansion, in the hall in the front yard, Mrs. Mo, who was sitting on the soft couch, had just vomited up her lunch.

The old lady was anxious and distressed on the side.

"Wanrong, you take it slowly, wait a while and eat something, this stomach can't be empty!"

Madame Mo wiped her mouth with a handkerchief and nodded.

"Mother, I know."

"Alas, our Mo family is pregnant with Qilin'er, but it hurts you as a mother!"

Mrs. Mo smiled, wanted to speak but was nauseous, and the maid on the side saw her hand on her chest, and quickly handed over the spittoon.

"Vomit."

After vomiting for a while, Mrs. Mo recovered and said to the side.

"Mother, I want to open the door for ventilation, mother rest assured, I can't freeze."

In order to be afraid that Mrs. Mo would catch a cold, there was also a charcoal stove in the court, plus thick clothes, it was strange that she could freeze.

The door was opened, and fresh air came in, diluting the smell of the vomit just now, and making Mrs. Mo feel much better.

When she was first pregnant, Mrs. Mo was full of joy and care, and it was only a few days before she felt that she was about to be overcared for.

"Why hasn't the person who bought the sour plum come back?"

"That's it, ma'am, I'll take a look!"

Cailian walked to the door, but saw someone hurrying over there in the corridor with a porcelain jar.

"Old lady, madam, sour plum has been bought."

The housekeeper put the jar on the table, and Mrs. Mo opened the jar and took one and stuffed it into her mouth, and suddenly the disgusting feeling was suppressed a lot.

Cailian complained on the side.

"Why is it so slow?"

The family who bought sour plums looked at the old lady on the side and said hesitantly.

"Because, because the people in the pharmacy have listened to the book, it was delayed for a while."

In fact, the family came back not slowly, he listened to the book for a while, and then came back with a run, but this time he told a lie.

Mrs. Mo didn't mean to blame, but asked curiously.

"Even the people in the pharmacy don't look at the shop anymore? What book is so good? ”

Jia Ding's face suddenly became hot, and he hurriedly replied.

"Madam, don't you know, the newly opened teahouse on Qingyuan Street has been out of business, and the shopkeeper didn't know where to invite a storyteller to tell the story."

Speaking of this, Jiading's tone was slightly excited.

"Oh, this storyteller is amazing, he started talking for a while, Qingyuan Street was blocked by people listening to books, and the carriages and horses had to come down to drive people out."

The old lady frowned when she heard what Ding said.

"How can there be such an exaggeration, if you delay for a while, you will delay for a while, don't want to find this kind of excuse!"

Jia Ding hurriedly explained.

"Old lady, the villain is not lying, the storyteller is really powerful, he covers his face with his sleeve or fan, and speaks in a different way in his mouth, what women, men, old people, children, and chickens and dogs bark, all of them are made by himself."

"And such a powerful storyteller?"

Mrs. Mo felt very curious when she heard it.

"Yes, madam, it's more exciting than singing a big opera, oh yes, that storyteller is not only a good learner of voice, what kind of drama tunes, laughing and scolding, anyway, what is the identity of the person in the story, what does he say, really God!"

"What god?"

Master Mo walked in from outside, and Qi Zhongbin, who was behind him, hesitated for a moment, but still didn't come in.

"Xianggong, Ade is talking about a storyteller on Qingyuan Street, saying that it is very powerful!"

"Yes, sir"

"Oh, I see, I've heard about going out to run errands in the past two days, and I said that there was a powerful storyteller in the city, Qi."

When Master Mo said the second half of the sentence, he found that Qi Zhongbin was not by his side, and when he looked back, the old master was standing at the door pretending to be calm, and he couldn't help but feel a little funny.

Master Mo walked out of the door and said to the old master.

"Master Qi, it's so cold outside, please come in!"

"Uh, that's good!"

In the Gaomen Mansion in other places, Qi Zhongbin may have to put on a score, but in the Mo family, he can't say that he is cautious, and he is also as careful as possible.

I don't want to leave any bad impression on the Mo family.

As soon as Qi Zhongbin came in, Mrs. Mo stood up and saluted him.

"It's Master Qi, please take a seat!"

The old lady also thanked Qi Zhongbin again and again, and then sat down at the table on the other side.

This big family will indeed enjoy it, even if you open a door, it will be warm as spring inside.

Since the dream of that day, although the Mo family has not revealed it to the public, their attitude towards this old physiognomy must have been much better.

Even the title is more intimate, of course, Qi Zhongbin knows that this is just a name, not that he has already apprenticed to his son.

"Mr. Qi, the tranquilizer you gave is indeed effective, and I have slept much more steadily recently, look at Wanrong's complexion today? Cailian, pour tea. ”

The old lady said with a smile and asked Cailian to pour tea for Qi Zhongbin.

"The old lady is gracious! Mrs. Mo's face is ruddy, morning sickness is just the manifestation of fetal gas, and her extraordinary assets have naturally suffered from people's sins, and she will be fine after a while. ”

"Old lady, old man, lady, I'll go down first if there's nothing to do."

Jia Ding Ade felt embarrassed to stay, so he asked.

"Go ahead."

"Now, take it to the thatched house, remember to wash it."

Cailian handed the spittoon to Ding Ade, who grinned and took it.

There is more than one spittoon here, and if you vomit something, you should dispose of it quickly.

As soon as the family left, Mrs. Mo begged for Mr. Mo and the old lady.

"Mother, Xianggong, I also want to listen to books, Ade said that the storyteller is more wonderful than singing, I want to listen to it and see it!"

Hearing this, before Master Mo and the old lady could speak, Qi Zhongbin hurriedly spoke.

"Mrs. Mo, no, you have been angry these days, it is when people are weak, it is best not to go out and show your face! Let's bear with it! ”

Master Mo smiled.

"What's the difficulty, in two days, I will invite the storyteller to the house, and just say a book for my Mo Mansion alone, and let everyone in the house listen to it together!"

Good guy, forget about this stubble, money can make ghosts grind, and this Qi Zhongbin can't say anything.

"Great, so everyone can listen to the book!"

Cailian clapped her hands and shouted.

On the other side, Ding Ade took the spittoon to the thatched house, but saw a farmer coming to collect the dung.

Ade poured the vomit into the bucket and left.

The Mo family's manure is fertile enough, and it is all given away for free, and the farmers who collect the manure water are diligent, for fear of being robbed.

No, when the peasants met the people of Mofu, they congratulated Mrs. Mo on her happiness, and they were also sealed with a small red envelope by the steward, not to mention how beautiful her heart was.

The dung truck left Mofu with the dung bucket and went out of the city, temporarily stored in a manure tank on the edge of the mountain grave.

After a while, it can be used to manure the field before spring ploughing.

After doing this, the old farmer, who had been tired all day, wiped his sweat and went home in the afterglow of the sunset.

It's just that when the sun sets, without the interference of the fire of the sky, out of the sight of ordinary people, there is a faint breath in the manure tank that is incompatible with filth, and it begins to become conspicuous.

That night, the north wind was howling and it was very cold.

A biting cold wind blew into the ink mansion and blew all the way down the corridor to the backyard, and when the fallen leaves blew through an arch of the courtyard, a white piece of paper suddenly flew out from under the eaves of the side corridor.

The paper rose and fell in the wind, and then fell to the ground and stood upright, turning out to be a small figure made of paper.

The little paper man's face flashed red, and it was like an invisible wall in front of him.

The gust of wind hit the wall and immediately dispersed to the side.

"Cluck, la, la."

There was a creaking sound of wood, and where the wind had cleared, a "strange man" appeared.

The strange man had hollow eyes, his clothes seemed to be close to the surface of leather, his body and limbs were like barrels of different thicknesses, and his face was painted with exaggerated makeup.

Pieces of white paper flew in and fell to the ground as small paper figures standing.

It was also at this moment that Qi Zhongbin, who was originally sleeping in the house, suddenly opened his eyes, he lifted the quilt, grabbed the seven-star sword next to the pillow and rushed out of the house, it turned out that he didn't even take off his clothes at all.

Qi Zhongbin couldn't care about the rules of the Mo Mansion, he jumped up and jumped quickly, and jumped to the backyard quickly, and the people in the eaves had already drunk.

"Who dares to make a mistake?"

"Cluck, la, la."

A slight sound came from the strange man, and it raised its head to look at Qi Zhongbin who had fallen, which also startled the latter.

This turned out to be a big paper figure that was pasted up!

"With—"

Qi Zhongbin didn't talk nonsense at all, he directly threw out a spell in the air, and he even jumped over with the seven-star sword in his hand.

"Zheng~"

At the same time as the sword roared, the spell had already reached the paper man, causing it to stiffen.

"Brush~", the seven-star sword directly cut the paper figure in half, and the upper and lower pieces fell to the ground.

Qi Zhongbin took a few steps closer with his sword, frowned and looked at the paper figure on the ground, after being cut off, it occasionally moved with the wind on the ground, and it had become a dead thing.

The fine wooden brackets on the paper figures and the pasted materials are clearly visible, and there is no deliberate place to be seen.

If it weren't for seeing this paper figure move with his own eyes just now, Qi Zhongbin himself would have been a little skeptical that he was mistaken, but it was very strange that this kind of paper figure could appear here.

"What's going on?" "Over there, go over there and see—"

The Mo family's nursing home also came over one after another when they heard the movement, and some people were carrying lanterns, and when they arrived here, they saw Qi Zhongbin squatting down to check the things on the ground.

"Master Qi, what's wrong, but it's been a thief?"

Qi Zhongbin's face was solemn, and he said from afar.

"I'm not a thief, but I'm really thinking about things."

"It's."

After seeing the front clearly, the family members immediately gasped, there was a paper figure on the ground that was divided into two, and there were still many paper figures standing in the corridor and courtyard.

"Go-"

With a wave of Qi Zhongbin's sword-holding hand, the paper figures flew up with the wind and dissipated everywhere.

This scene made the nursing home's eyes glare.

"Qi, Master Qi, what is this?"

"A demon has come to the door, this is just to investigate!"

Qi Zhongbin's expression was a little cloudy under the light of the lantern, the paper figure just now was so evil that he didn't even notice any evil energy.

After the paper figure was slashed with a sword, it didn't have the sense of cutting at all, just like cutting ordinary paper and thin strips of wood.

Could it be that this sword has lost its blessings? Impossible!

The practice of borrowing incense ashes is a common method, although Qi Zhongbin has never seen a god, he also understands that there must be gods in the world to patrol.

And he understands better that gods are not omnipotent, and they don't manage everything, and they will have omissions just like people, otherwise how can there be evil in the world?

It's just that the gods may not be reliable, because they may not be able to see it, they may not want to see it, but the sword blessed by the gods and Buddhas is not enough, right?

The other family members looked at each other and felt a chill on their bodies, and they didn't dare to squeak to disturb them, and someone dared to ask.

"Master Qi, what should we do?"

"Let's all go back to sleep, but don't sleep too hard, don't worry, it's fine with me!"

Qi Zhongbin took a deep breath and stood up, and stomped the paper man's head flat.

(End of chapter)