80s Taoism

[Sorry, this one is later. In the past two days, I wrote a chapter early in the morning and went out, and then came back at night to write another chapter. It took a long time to check the information tonight, and it is only now completed.

As for Laoyu's many typos. The old fish can only say sorry. From the beginning of writing, I have never had the habit of revising. It is a kind of torture for Lao Yu to read over what he just wrote. Even if you check it reluctantly, there will not be much improvement. Anyone who has read all of Lao Yu's novels knows that Lao Yu rarely writes routines. If you don't follow the routine, it means that you have to write new things. Every day and night, I have to think about how to write so that I can update every day.

As for the question of when the beggar will grow up, Lao Yu has no way to answer this point. I really don't like watching childhood, so I'll wait until the beggar grows up to watch it. Lao Yu must stick to his own rhythm this time. If the rhythm is disrupted, I am afraid that I will go the old way of a book again. Therefore, the old fish will write down slowly. Strive to write the content better, instead of making the beggar grow faster. 】

Whether it is a yin bridge or a yang bridge, this bridge is also very particular. The ditch is not very wide, and adults can cross it with a little effort. But even if a Tianbakouzi (drainage outlet of rice fields) is bridged, it must be a decent bridge. You can really step on it. Otherwise, if someone stepped on it, and the bridge turned over or fell apart, others would scold them. This is not necessary. Originally, it was to build a bridge to cultivate yin virtue, but in the end it hurt people and was cursed by others, which damaged yin virtue instead.

Zhang Jiaohua is a seven-year-old child, so it is naturally impossible to make a strong bridge. Chen Meijuan's family has already considered it thoroughly. They also specially asked Zhang Jiaohua for a helper. Zhang Jiwang, an old carpenter, is in charge of the carpentry part. Although it is wet wood, in the hands of Zhang Jiwang, it can also be turned into a beautiful small wooden bridge. Zhang Jiwang is amazing, this older generation of carpenters also needs to know a little bit of Meishan magic. Zhang Jiwang's morality is not high, so naturally he couldn't preside over the bridge-crossing ceremony of Zhang Qigao's family.

Zhang Jiwang laughed when he saw Zhang Jiaohua, "Biaohua, grandpa will beat you up today. What do you want grandpa to do, just ask."

"Grandpa Jiwang, if you smoke, don't eat candies. I also have a share in Uncle Gao's family cigarettes. I took them all for you, and you put the candies in the bag, it's too serious." Zhang Jiaohua shared the spoils with Zhang Jiwang as soon as he came up.

Zhang Jiwang laughed loudly, "You can do it. You are young, and you know how to grab things."

"Of course. I'm the master now, and you're working as an assistant. Of course, the food should be given priority to me." Zhang Jiaohua stretched out his hands and gathered all the refreshments on the table to his side.

The ceremony of crossing the bridge is naturally indispensable to the audience. Crossing the bridge can also be regarded as a rare traditional program in Meiziao. Once this kind of ceremony is held in someone's family, all the villagers will naturally be dispatched.

Seeing Zhang Jiaohua's antics on the table, the villagers couldn't help bursting into laughter.

"Biaohua, you eat as much as you want, and things have to be done. You must get Mrs. Qi Gao out of her cubs. Otherwise, you have to give yourself to Qi Gao and his wife as cubs." Zhang Enzhong picked up a load of tofu and sold it everywhere. When he arrived at Zhang Qigao's house, he put down the burden and sat on the pole to watch the excitement. People who do business have a good eloquence, and all of them are eloquent.

"Uncle Enzhong, don't laugh. Believe it or not, I made your tofu pot only produce water but not tofu?" Zhang Jiaohua's face was flushed by Zhang Enzhong's words, and she pouted threateningly.

"Momomo. Uncle is just kidding you." Zhang Enzhong panicked. As the saying goes, rub (trick) the big ones, don't rub the small ones, tell the dog to bite. Meishan magic really has such spells. If Zhang Jiaohua really casts a curse on Zhang Enzhong, Zhang Enzhong's business will be impossible. Don't underestimate the business of making tofu, the profit is at least 50%. Also got tofu residue. Tofu residue can also be used as a dish in Meiziao. It can also be made into moldy bean curd residue, which has a special flavor. Of course, more are used to feed pigs. Zhang Enzhong makes two bundles of tofu every day, and the tofu dregs can feed two or three big fat pigs all year round.

The villagers booed immediately.

"Beggar, Enzhong said bad things about you, you should put a curse on him quickly so that he can't make tofu out of bean curd."

Zhang Enzhong quickly said, "Why are you doing this? You don't want to see me. Don't listen to the beggars. Uncle Huihui will leave you a bowl of tender tofu, and you can add as much sugar as you want."

"Forget it. You have lied to me many times. Every time I go to your house to eat, you say that the tofu is too old and not tasty. From now on, your tofu will not produce tofu but only dregs." Zhang Jiaohua said casually.

"Oh, my ancestor, why do you say that?" Zhang Enzhong knew that Zhang Jiaohua said it casually, but Zhang Jiaohua has set up the incense table, please God. If the gods take this seriously, Zhang Enzhong's family will be in big trouble. Guaranteed that the bean curd pulp is not cooked through every time, and cannot be filtered out. All turned into tofu dregs.

Zhang Jiwang burst out laughing, "Enzhong, you deserve it, who told you to mess with the beggar. Didn't you see that he was doing something serious? You have to be mean. I think you should take a break these days. After a while, the beggar will undo the curse for you. Otherwise, your pigs will die."

The villagers also laughed at Zhang Enzhong for insisting on killing himself to provoke the beggars, but he shot himself in the foot with a rock.

"Uncle Jiwang, will it really work?" Zhang Enzhong was a little embarrassed. A day's delay is a huge loss. And if you don't make tofu, you have to feed the pigs with grain. In this way, I lost a lot every day.

"Whether it will work or not, you'll know when you go back and try it. Calling Hua, I've finished it now, it's up to you, the master." Zhang Jiwang has already made a beautiful wooden bridge. Zhang Jiaohua took out several five-cent four coins from the incense stand.

"Before mobilizing troops, thousands of soldiers and horses descended on the mandala. The golden palace of the throne, the light of light and the noise of the jade, the place of the emperor of all sages, dare not go down to the sky. I wholeheartedly surrendered to the ceremony, piously begged, Youjiang Wuniang, the concubine, the queen mother of the three dynasties, the boy who made the child, the fairy lady of harmony, the Taoist priest in yellow, the fairy teacher in white, turned the altar and turned the hole. To save men and women into pairs.

After reciting the incantation, Zhang Jiaohua picked up a small ax and nailed four five-cent coins into the four intersections of the small wooden bridge. There are also several layers of cloth of various colors stacked under the coins. This coin is actually a road money. It means to pay the road money for Zhang Qigao's future children. In this way, Zhang Qigao's future children can be reincarnated into the belly of Zhang Qigao's wife Xie Chun'e smoothly.

Zhang Jiaohua has truly become a master of Mei Shanshui this time, so he is not even half childish. It looked as if he had transformed into a well-behaved Mei Shanshui master all of a sudden.

"Oh, it's too much to call a flower. At such a young age, this Meishan spell has already reached this stage."

"Isn't it? Mrs. Zhang Qigao is probably pregnant this time, right?"

"Who knew? I heard a joke before that the couple had been married for several years and hadn't conceived a cub. Then they went to the hospital to ask. The couple had been dating for several years, but they never went to the right place..."

The people in the countryside spoke very boldly, and even talked about small jokes.

"Qigao, do you want my brother to show you a demonstration?" Someone said loudly.

Zhang Qigao is not a fuel-efficient lamp either, he said with a smile, "Brother Xianyi, you are so busy roasting wine every day, why bother you, just let my sister-in-law teach me."

Everyone was also amused by Zhang Qigao's wit and burst into laughter. Everyone is taking advantage of lip service. It is rare to turn your face and dry up. Of course, there are times when the jokes go too far, and it's not uncommon for people to fight big battles after a verbal fight. Young people are full of anger and depressed in the village. They always need a way to vent their anger.