The peddler urged: "Qin San'er, you have eaten and drunk enough, it's time to tell me about it?" ”

With a bowl of soup cakes in my stomach, it is much more comfortable.

Qin Ming put one foot on the stool, and said with a full mouth: "There are many strange things, don't talk about it far away, just say that the king butcher who killed the pig alley, do you know?" ”

"Hmm."

The vendor nodded busily.

"When I went to Natu, the butcher was reluctant, saying that he didn't believe in immortals, but only in the butcher's knife in his hand. I immediately said that it would be up to you to give it or not, but if something happens in the future, don't blame Grandpa Erlang for not protecting you. This bird screamed for me to get out, and he drew his knife to cut me......"

"It didn't take long for the butcher to really have an accident, he went outside the city to help people kill pigs, ate some wine, and when he came back at night, he passed by the Cai River, was blinded by the water ghost, and drowned in the river."

It is also true that the king's butcher did not accept the soil, and later fell into the river and drowned.

But Qin Ming skillfully combined the two things together, covering them with a layer of gods and ghosts.

At this moment, a voice came from the side: "I have also heard about this, it is said that when the king butcher was fished up, there was a palm print on his calf, and at a glance, he knew that he was dragged down by the water ghost." ”

Qin Ming turned his head to look and found that at some point, the stall was full of people.

Recently, the oracle of Erlang in the city has been boiling, and as a result, the government suddenly began to arrest people.

For a while, the storytellers on the streets seemed to have disappeared.

Now when I heard someone say that it was the person who had cultivated the Divine Concept, the people immediately surrounded him.

Li Gang is loyal, but his ability is poor, or he is a bookish and strained.

Rumors are better than sparse.

The more blocked, the more mysterious the people feel, and the more they want to know, the human heart is like this.

Zhao Kuangyin's methods are much more clever.

When the Great Song Dynasty was just established, Li Chunfeng's "Tui Bei Tu" in the Tang Dynasty suddenly became popular, and there were all kinds of messy rumors.

Let's see what Zhao Kuangyin did?

ordered people to make more than a dozen fake copies of "Tui Bei Tu" and spread them on the market.

True and false, for a while, even the people can't tell which one is true and which one is false, and the final result is that even if the "Push Back Picture" in his hand is real, it is regarded as a fake.

In contrast, Li Gang's methods are too immature.

"Anything else?"

"Say more."

"Qin San'er, don't hide it, tell everyone more."

Seeing this, Qin Ming immediately began to pretend: "I've been talking about this for a long time, and my mouth is dry." ”

"I'll go get you a bowl of water."

"I've got a peach here."

Onlookers have a bowl of water, I have a peach, and he has a handful of dates.

Peaches are rotten peaches, and dates are inferior dates, although they are all worthless things, they make Qin Ming feel respected again.

Qin Ming slapped the table and said loudly: "Okay, I'll talk to you today." ”

The soup cake stall owner asked curiously: "Now it is said that Han Zhen is Erlang Zhenjun, but is it true?" ”

Now, the people of the capital no longer dare to call Han thieves, and some believers in the concept of protecting the gods respectfully call Grandpa Erlang in private.

"Nature is true."

Qin Ming made up blindly: "I have a brother, in Beijing on an errand, at the beginning of last year, Han Zhen had led troops to Tokyo City, he was above the city tower, a look at it from a distance, and after coming back and I said, it is no different from the statue of Erlang's grandfather who protects the gods, tall, handsome, so that a three-pointed two-edged knife, under the crotch is the reincarnation of the roaring dog of the colorful tiger......"

I talked from noon to night, and my mouth was dry.

Qin Ming carried peaches and dates in his clothes and returned home happily.

It is said to be a home, but in fact it is a shack.

Song Huizong has built a lot of buildings in recent years and encroached on the houses and land of many people.

The government said that it would compensate, but it took two or three years, and in the end only a few times the money was given.

With a few dollars, you can't buy a house in Linzi County, let alone Tokyo City, where every inch of land is expensive.

People who had no houses to live in had to build shacks in the open space south of the city, which eventually formed a refugee camp.

Walking into the shack, Qin Ming said happily: "A-Niang, I got the fruit, you can taste it." ”

"Where did you get it?"

Qin's mother sighed, full of sadness.

Qin Ming explained: "It wasn't touched, it was given to me by everyone, and they asked me about the original cultivation of the Divine Temple." ”

"That's good, that's good."

Qin's mother smiled at this time, reached out to pick up a date, and said, "I'm not hungry, just eat one." ”

"Ah Niang has eaten it, and at noon, the Zheng family invited me to eat soup cakes."

Stuffing the fruit into Qin's mother's arms, Qin Ming returned to the plank bed and lay down.

Thinking back to the events of the afternoon, he couldn't help but grin.

Day 2.

Qin Ming slept until three o'clock in the morning as usual, and Qin's mother was not at home, so she went out to give people clothes.

Huanyi is very hard, and he is often harassed by the master's family and deducts his wages.

At the end of the day, I can't make a few dollars.

Feeling the hunger in his stomach, Qin Ming deliberately went to yesterday's alley again, wanting to try his luck, maybe he could even mix a bowl of soup cakes.

Although he is a prank, he is also good-looking, pretending to be passing by, and walking forward.

I didn't take two steps when I heard someone shouting: "Qin San'er is here!" ”

"What for?"

Qin Ming was overjoyed and pretended to be impatient.

The Zheng family of the soup cake stall urged: "Wait for you for a long time, I haven't finished talking about it yesterday, so I'll continue to talk about it today." ”

Qin Ming pretended to shirk and said, "I still have something to do." ”

Some of the magnanimous people said, "If you have anything to do, I will invite you to eat a bowl of soup and cakes." ”

"I'm really in trouble...... If you have to listen, I'll tell you more. ”

Qin Ming came to the stall and sat down.

After a while, a soup cake was served.

It's better than the Zheng family invited him yesterday, not only is the portion more sufficient, but there are also a few oil flowers floating on the soup noodles.

Swallowing his saliva, Qin Ming couldn't bear it and didn't eat it, and made up his mind to take it back and give it to Ah Niang to taste.

Although he didn't know anything, he could be a splash, wandering around in his spare time, and he heard a lot of strange things.

So, I simply mixed the stories I had heard before and told them about them.

In the evening, the onlookers gradually dispersed.

Qin Ming picked up the bowl of soup cakes that were a little rancid, and said to the stall owner, "I'll go back first, and I'll bring you the bowl tomorrow." ”

The Zheng family didn't care, but was quite happy.

Tomorrow, Qin San'er will return the bowl, and he can listen to it for a while.

Shuttling through the refugee camp with soup cakes, Qin Ming held his head high, as if he was holding a bowl of peerless deliciousness.

Back at home, Qin Ming said loudly: "A-Niang, I brought you soup cakes, come and taste them." ”

Qin's mother asked, "Where did you get the soup cake?" ”

"A-Niang is relieved, they listened to me tell the story of Erlang's grandfather, and specially invited me to host." Qin Ming said with a smug face.

Qin's mother shirked and said: "Today, the main family has a meal, A-Niang is not hungry, San Lang will eat quickly." ”

Qin Ming didn't know that the main home of Qin's mother Huanyi was a well-known search household in the south of the city.

If you don't deduct your wages, you will already be kind, and where will you put food.

Especially at this time, there is a shortage of food in the city, and a bowl of soup and cakes is sold for 30 yuan.

Thinking of this, Qin Ming patted his stomach and said with a smile: "A-Niang, don't excuse me, I ate two bowls at the Zheng family's eldest man, and my stomach is swollen at this time." ”

To put it mildly, Qin's mother ate the soup cake.

……

For the next few days, Qin Ming was telling stories in that alley.

It's just that as time goes by, there is more and more food shortage in the city, and the soup cake has risen to 100 yuan a bowl, and no one invites him to eat soup cake anymore.

Even the rotten peaches and bad dates are gone.

But Qin Ming didn't care, and was still excited to tell the story to everyone.

He enjoys the feeling of being respected.

Whenever he saw the onlookers marveling at their faces, he felt satisfied from the bottom of his heart.

And all of this was brought to him by Grandpa Erlang.

The lie was told a thousand times, and gradually it came true.

Qin Ming had never seen Han Zhen, but now whenever Han Zhen was mentioned, the statue of Erlang Zhenjun involuntarily appeared in his mind.

The images of the two sides overlapped unconsciously.

Sometimes lying in bed, he would think that he was so pious, and he helped Grandpa Erlang build a temple, and when Grandpa Erlang entered the city, he would definitely not treat himself badly.

……

On this day, Qin Ming came to the alley as usual.

At Zheng Jialang's soup cake stall, there are a few diners talking.

Seeing Qin Ming, one of them immediately said, "Qin San'er, the Baoshen Temple was demolished two days ago, do you know?" ”

Rumble!

This sentence sounded in Qin Ming's ears like a thunderbolt, and the whole person was like thunder.

After a long time, Qin Ming came back to his senses and asked sneeringly: "The Protector God Temple has been demolished?" ”

The diner replied, "Yes, I was going to pay a respect, but halfway through, I heard that it was demolished the day before yesterday." ”

"Hey, Qin San'er, where are you going?"

"Not today?"

Qin Ming couldn't hear the shouts of the diners behind him at all, and his brain was buzzing at the moment.

I saw him running towards Nancheng with his head bored.

It's just that I haven't eaten anything at all in the past few days, my stomach is empty, and I only ran for a short time, and my whole body was sore.

"Get out of here!"

Suddenly, a large hand pushed.

Qin Ming fell to the ground on his back, and there was a heart-piercing pain in his back.

The person who pushed him was the second tiger.

Recognizing that it was him, Erhu kicked him in the leg again.

Qin Ming ignored him, struggled to get up, and limped to the south of the city.

"A bastard without eggs!"

Erhu spat at him behind his back, and then laughed.

All the way to the south of the city, Qin Ming was already so tired that his eyes were full of stars.

When he saw that the originally standing Baoshen Temple had become a ruin, he couldn't hold back any longer, and tears the size of beans slipped from his eyes.

He hadn't studied, and he didn't understand any big truths, but he knew that he was very sad.

When I got home, it was already evening.

Seeing him come back, Qin's mother asked, "Son, have you eaten today?" I'll buy some bean cakes and cook them for you. ”

It is said to be a soybean cake, but in fact it is a cake made by mixing bean dregs with wheat bran and pressing it.

Qin Ming didn't answer, he lay on the bed in despair, staring at the roof with empty eyes.

It's night.

Qin Ming tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep horizontally and vertically, and the bed made of a few pieces of broken wood creaked.

He felt as if something was choking in his heart, and he couldn't breathe.

On the bed opposite, Qin's mother's voice came: "But hungry?" ”

"I want to welcome Grandpa Erlang into the city!"

Qin Ming sat up suddenly and roared.

When these words came out, he only felt a warm current gushing out of his body, and his heart, which was originally blocked, was also much more relaxed.

Qin's mother was frightened, hurriedly got up and hugged him, and said with a crying voice: "Son, you must not do stupid things, if you have three long and two short, what kind of life does your mother have!" ”

Qin Ming said: "Mother, I have something in my heart, I can't breathe, if I don't do it, I'm afraid I won't have a few days to live." ”

Hearing this, Qin's mother's tears immediately fell.

"Then you go, then you go."

(End of chapter)