The food on the mountain tastes average, and the dishes are boiled because there is no oil. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, there is no shortage of green onions, ginger, garlic and peppers, and the taste is okay.

The grain is yellow rice bought from the bottom of the mountain.

The old farmer had a lot of appetite, and he was obviously not full after eating three bowls, but when he saw Liu Mi and the others finish eating, he quickly put down his chopsticks.

"Sir, tell me about the matter, the cause and the key result. The dishes were removed and the flower tea was re-served, and the Kaido man spoke.

"Haidao Chief, all Dao Chiefs, take pity on the poor villain's family. ”

The old farmer wept excitedly, but he quickly restrained himself and held back his tears to tell what had happened.

The old farmer's name is Zhu Yuanqing, a descendant of the military household of the small Zhu family regiment, and now lives in the nineteen surnamed Zhuang outside the county seat.

When he was a child, the nineteen surnamed Zhuang were under the jurisdiction of the government and were safe and sound.

Later, a woman surnamed Wang got married, and the way of the world changed all of a sudden-when the woman surnamed Wang was in her mother's house, she worshipped the fox fairy as a teacher with her mother.

After marrying into the nineteen surnamed Zhuang, the rudder of the fox fairy witch was driven to the nineteen surnamed Zhuang.

At the beginning, the little daughter-in-law was a very good person, diligent, helpful and popular.

The elders of the village originally opposed her and asked her not to go out of the second door.

The villagers slowly received her favor and spoke for her, and the authority of the elders slowly declined.

One year there was a drought, and the elders opened the altar to worship the sky, but they didn't expect people to sue them, so the government sent people to arrest several of the elders.

The elders demanded that the little daughter-in-law surnamed Wang be expelled, but unexpectedly, public opinion changed, but the elders were ousted.

The little daughter-in-law surnamed Wang did not ask for rain, but she could keep the rice in the tank flowing.

Later, three or four women in the village studied with the little daughter-in-law surnamed Wang and tried to be witches.

The little daughter-in-law surnamed Wang became Aunt Wang, and her speech was also heavy.

In the second year, the witch asked to build a temple for the fox fairy, so that the fox fairy could receive incense offerings.

Zhu Yuanqing pondered in his heart: There is no rain in the fox fairy!

After all, the Zhuang family has to rely on the sky to eat, and if the wind and rain are not smooth, they are not righteous gods.

What if the sacrifice to the fox fairy annoys God?

The woman under Witch Wang came to ask for money, but Zhu Yuanqing politely refused, saying that he would hire his son and spend all the money.

The woman who came to ask for money sneered and openly threatened: "You dare not give the face of the great immortal."

"Do you still dare to kill me with a knife?" a layer of cold sweat broke out on Zhu Yuanqing's neck, "If you make a fuss, the government won't care." ”

The woman begging for money sneered and left.

Later, there were rumors that Zhu Yuanqing was ungodly and would be punished by heaven.

At night, Zhu Yuanqing was cold and heavy, and when it was dawn, he fell ill.

The elders in the village came to visit Zhu Yuanqing and advised him that 'the situation is stronger than people', and it is better to bow his head and give in.

Only then did Zhu Yuanqing know that he had a ghost disease.

Ghost disease is not the same as real disease.

Real disease, such as a sudden tumor, can be found out by going to the doctor, or it will definitely die, or the doctor can solve it, it is called a real disease.

Ghost disease, inexplicable fever, headache, weakness, vomiting, and other symptoms are tormenting, but there is no actual lesion, and can only be solved by resorting to witches and ghosts.

Death is not the last word, and the big husband can bend and stretch.

The witch asked each family to pay at least 20 big coins, and Zhu Yuanqing quickly asked his son to count 50 big coins, and also wrapped a bag of brown sugar and twenty eggs to send to the witch.

After a while, the son came back depressed and told Zhu Yuanqing: The witch said that this disease is not curable, and it is necessary to entertain the great immortals with four plates, eight bowls and three large pieces, and burn incense and make a wish, and send the younger son to the temple.

Zhu Yuanqing chuckled in his heart, how to send it?

Temples are built in places with few people, and even in many places, because of the construction of temples, the landlords and the common people fight, just because of this 'sending people into the temple'.

After many temples are built, a group of young adults will die around, because the gods and Buddhas have to collect a group of errand boys.

Those who have money will pay, and the landlords will send enough money, and the gods and Buddhas will not catch the young and strong of their families.

Those who have no money will take their lives to add to it, and those who will die can only be the labor force of poor families.

The gods and Buddhas approved by the government are still so 'compassionate and thunderbolt means', not to mention the 'great immortals' of unknown origin.

But Zhu Yuanqing still has a glimmer of hope:

If you send your youngest son to the temple celebration, you will grit your teeth and admit it.

The eldest son shook his head: Death.

Zhu Yuanqing's strength was scattered all of a sudden.

"That's it, one person does things and one person does it. Zhu Yuanqing's eyes were cloudy, and he looked at the roof blankly: "If I can't hold on, your mother will remarry if she wants to." Your brother is still young, if your mother takes him, take him. If you don't, you sell your house and land, and wander with your brother. ”

"It's just that if God opens his eyes and lets your brothers mix up their skills outside, you remember to come back and avenge your father. ”

Zhu Yuanqing stood up and found an excuse to beat his wife.

The old husband and wife for many years were suddenly beaten for no reason, and Zhu Yuanqing's wife returned to her parents' house angrily.

Zhu Yuanqing should eat and drink, but he didn't ask a doctor or take medicine, and waited at home to die.

After being sick for a few days, Zhu Yuanqing was in a trance, his face was as yellow as wax paper, and he fainted at night.

The elders in the village were furious, but they were helpless, because the county officials did not want to wade into troubled waters.

The official doesn't care who is in charge of the nineteen surnamed villages, as long as the two taxes are paid in full every year.

Zhu Yuanqing was so sick that he was dying, and a doctor came to see him, saying that he was not a ghost disease, but a liver problem, but unfortunately he was not invited earlier, and now he is no longer saved.

Zhu Yuanqing stared at the doctor and said nothing.

The doctor shook his head and walked away in disgust.

At night, Zhu Yuanqing had a dream that a three-legged beast that looked like a dog was squatting in his house.

Zhu Yuanqing was taken aback, and vaguely felt that it was this three-legged monster like a dog that was doing the trick.

"I'm dying, are you still afraid of being bitten by it?"

Some people are as timid as rats when they are dying, eager to seize every opportunity to survive.

Some people are bold when they die.

Zhu Yuanqing had a brutal attack in his heart, and rushed up to fight with this three-legged monster.

The three-legged monster was startled and wanted to run, but he couldn't run fast, and was caught up by Zhu Yuanqing and kicked in the hind leg and kicked to the ground.

"Where to find a rope?" Zhu Yuanqing didn't have time to find a rope, so he untied the linen belt tied around his waist, tied a slipknot, wrapped it around the neck of the three-legged monster, and dragged it home.

Then he went to the door of the hall, hung the three-legged monster on the door, and went to find an awl and a kitchen knife.

An awl pierced the blood and bleed, and the skin of the three-legged monster was forcibly peeled off with a kitchen knife.

The skin was nailed to the ground with a wooden peg, and the saltpeter and lime were rubbed aside, waiting for the sun to dry.

The skin can be left for the son, as for the meat of the three-legged monster...... I don't know if it's poisonous.

Zhu Yuanqing pondered that he was dying, so it was better to eat a good meal, so he made a fire to cook meat, and ate all the meat of the three-legged monster by himself.

After eating, Zhu Yuanqing went to sleep, and when he woke up, he found that he had recovered his health.

Only then did Zhu Yuanqing know that he had killed a monster in his dream.

Hearing this, the Haidao people asked him to pause, and the Haidao people had a question: "This ghost doesn't dare to harm you, and he can't get off the stage, so he can only pretend to be eaten by you." ”

Isn't that all right?

"If the witch kicks the iron plate, she will definitely be retaliated by the ghost, and she will be seriously ill, and she will be a man with her tail between her legs from now on. Shi Gandang was also puzzled, it stands to reason that this old farmer has already won.

"The two Dao Masters are right, but," the old peasant shook his head bitterly.