Lanke Chess Edge

A full meal, this requirement is definitely not excessive, and even a little humble, Liao Daqiu was deeply moved, and folded his fists and hands.

"Don't worry, fellow warriors, I, Lao Liao, will definitely do it, I will definitely do it!"

The surrounding ghosts also bowed their hands to Liao Daqiu.

"Engong, remember to find a paper craftsman as soon as possible to make a flag of war, remember!"

"Don't worry, it will be done, it will be done..."

In the back room of Liao Daqiu's house, at this moment, the old Liao clutched the quilt with both hands and kept shouting.

"It must be done, it must be done, it must be done..."

The sound directly woke his wife up. He squinted to look outside the curtains of the room. There was a trace of white light through the gaps in the wooden windows. It was clear that the sky was already bright.

The woman turned around and looked at her husband. He kept shouting "It must be done." After pushing him twice, he found that his body was very tight and his body was even more wet.

"The child's father, the child's father? The child's father!"

The woman sat up from the bed and shook Liao Daqiu vigorously, and finally woke him up. The latter shook a little and woke up with an "Ouch".

"Ho...ho...ho..."

Liao Daqiu panted slightly, looked at Fang Liangzao blankly, glanced around the room, and finally looked at his own child, his mother.

"Dad, kid, have you had a nightmare? You keep shouting that you must do something... That appearance is a bit scary!"

The woman found the handkerchief by the bedside and wiped the sweat for Liao Daqiu while saying so.

Lao Liao took the handkerchief from his wife's hand and touched his face. Only then did he realize that his face was covered in sweat, as was his body, even the quilt was soaked with sweat.

"Nightmare? That's right..."

Liao Daqiu clearly remembered everything in the dream just now. He saw so many ghosts, but the ghosts were all good ghosts.

At this moment, Lao Liao came back to his senses and suddenly asked his wife.

"My son, do you know where there is a good master paper craftsman?"

Liao Daqiu's question made his wife feel a little baffled. There are blacksmiths, carpenters, and masons in the village, and papermakers are those who make objects for the dead.

"Is there any accident among our relatives?"

The woman was a little nervous, and Liao Daqiu hurriedly shook his head.

"No, no, no, it's because of the dream I just had, dreaming..."

Liao Daqiu paused and thought about it.

"You go and pick up the water bottle for me first. I'm thirsty. I'll talk about it after drinking the water."

"Yes, yes, you have to finish drinking water!"

The woman got out of bed quickly and went to the outhouse to pick up the kettle, but she also went to see her son first, and when she saw that he was sleeping, she returned to the house with the kettle and the tea bowl.

"Here, kettle."

Lao Liao took the kettle and the tea bowl, poured out the water and gulped it. After three bowls, he finally quenched his thirst. This time, it was useless to drink like in a dream.

"Are you back to God?"

"I'm back to God!"

At this time, the direction of the outhouse was already bright, and the sun was rising from the horizon. Liao Daqiu calmed down and said to his wife.

"Last night I dreamed..."

When Liao Daqiu told his wife what happened in the dream, the latter was really frightened and kept asking if it was just a dream.

But such a real dream made Liao Daqiu not dare to neglect him. He waited for the day to get brighter, and ate some porridge with pickles at home, and then went out quickly.

Just before he went out, Liao Daqiu saw his neighbor Lao Zhang, who was squatting in front of the house and eating porridge.

"Hey, old Zhang, let me tell you, I had a dream last night..."

Liao Daqiu originally planned to go directly to the old village chief, but now he is full of the desire to talk, especially with his good friend Lao Zhang, who can talk about everything, so he just murmured the deep dream last night.

Lao Zhang frowned and looked at Liao Daqiu.

"I said, Lao Liao, this is just one of your nightmares. We have been tired enough to bury the remains of passers-by over the years. What do you mean now, we have to start burning things for them to make sacrifices for them? None of us If you are rich, you can't even eat a full meal every year, so don't bother..."

Lao Zhang is also a hard worker. He can do good deeds, but he has to do what he can.

Burying the corpse and erecting a monument is just a matter of exerting some strength. The peasants are lacking in everything else, but they are not lacking in strength. This is ok. At most, it is possible to add a broken straw mat or some hay.

But burn things for the dead in the tomb and cook them rice? Is this day over yet? There are quite a few corpses in the tomb!

"Oh, old Zhang, that's not what I meant! These are what the ghosts in the righteous tomb told me. There is a plague outside. Burning these things is also helping us!"

Old Zhang was also a little angry.

"You old Liao have a dream, co-authoring and wanting me to pay you to make paper objects and set up a meal together? The papermaker's wages are not cheap!"

Of the major events in life, red and white matters are undoubtedly the most expensive and troublesome parts. Those exquisite paper objects made by the paper craftsman are often only affordable by rich people.

"I said...Old Zhang, of course everyone in the village collected the money together. How could our family..."

Hearing this, Lao Zhang became a little angry and opened his mouth and said loudly.

"Who is 'our family' with you? I don't agree!"

After Lao Zhang finished speaking, he ignored Liao Daqiu and ate porridge on his own. The latter looked confused, grabbed his clothes and stomped his feet.

"Hey, I'm going to find the old village chief!"

Seeing Liao Daqiu leave, Lao Zhang shouted after him.

"Go, go, the old village chief will never go crazy with you!"

Even his best old brother has this attitude. Although Liao Daqiu is a peasant, his brain is not stupid. He knows that other people will not agree with this, so although he really wants to meet everyone he sees. The acquaintances all talked about the dream, but they kept silent and walked all the way to the village chief's house.

"Uncle Liao is early!"

"Mmmm!"

The young man who was digging the dirty corpse together before greeted Liao Daqiu, who was in a hurry, but saw Uncle Liao, who had been talking a lot before, simply replied and left without stopping.

"Strange thing, what's wrong with Uncle Liao today?"

Liao Daqiu walked all the way to the old village chief's house. The old village chief lived at the end of the village, not far from the Tudi Temple at the end of the village. When he saw the old village chief's yard from a distance, he was slightly relieved, but he was a little uneasy in his heart.

Although the old village chief wanted to come here to be reasonable, experienced and knowledgeable, but recalling Lao Zhang's attitude, if the old village chief was like this, what should we do?

Before Liao Daqiu could figure out a good solution, he saw the old village chief who was coming over from a distance with the bowl in his hand, quickly walked out of the fence yard, ran towards Liao Daqiu, rushed in front of him and opened his mouth. call.

"Old Liao! Let me tell you, the Lord of the Earth gave me a dream last night! It's true!"

The old village chief was even more excited than Liao Daqiu, which surprised the old Liao who was thinking hard.

"what?"

Liao Daqiu asked in a daze, making the old village chief anxious.

"Oh, last night, I had a very real dream. In the dream, I suddenly had a stomachache and was suffocated, so I put on my clothes and went out to the thatched hut. On the way, I passed the Temple of the Earth, and I saw Lord Earth and sat outside. , he directly called me 'Little Hairball', this is my nickname, I'm in my 60s, don't say anyone calling me now, there are almost no people who remember this..."

The old village chief looked towards the end of the village.

"Let me tell you, Lord Land is really as rumored, he's quite short... By the way, he told me that there may be a plague ghost coming over here soon, and he plans to go with Yoshitsune's. The ghosts will help us block together, we can't block it, but let's talk about it..."

Liao Daqiu, who was still listening in a daze, immediately slapped his thigh hard when he heard this.

"Oh, old village chief, I was just about to tell you about this! Oh, I was also entrusted with a dream last night. Many ghosts came out of the righteous tomb. They were waiting for me in front of my house and told me that the plague ghost was coming. , they are going to fight the plague ghost to the death to protect the peace of our villagers, and they are going to burn some paper objects..."

Two people who had a dream last night, and who are still in shock even now, are now talking to each other about their dream last night.

What else is there to say? As soon as Liao Daqiu and the old village chief came together, they were going to go to the village to mobilize together. The latter went back to the yard and finished cooking the porridge in three or two, and went out with Lao Liao with a gong.

"Dangdangdangdangdang..."

Walking all the way, the gong rang loudly, and the movement spread from the end of the village to the beginning of the village, and finally managed to attract the attention of the whole village.

Not long after, the valley in the center of the village had gathered more than half of the village's people. Liao Daqiu even borrowed a table and asked the old village chief to stand on top and talk to everyone. When the old village chief finished speaking, he Go up and talk about your dreams.

The villagers are actually quite superstitious about such mystical things. If only Liao Daqiu said it, many people may have the same reaction as Lao Zhang, but the old village chief and Lao Liao said together, and they looked serious and even occasionally showed panic. In addition, the cluster effect is easy to get on, and everyone's emotions are quickly mobilized, and everyone becomes afraid.

In the end, when everyone came together, they still had to ask the Lord of the Earth, so many people went to the Temple of the Earth together, and asked the Lord of the Earth by throwing a line.

All of a sudden, most of the people in the village were shaken, and the old village chief and Liao Daqiu kept working, and they quickly moved a lot of people.

Liao Daqiu and a few peasants went to the county town to find paper craftsmen, and the old village chief prepared rice in the village.

To cook rice for more than 100 ghosts, at least a dozen or 20 families have to cook it together, and this time, after all, the possibility of life is at stake, not afraid of 10,000, just in case, so this meal still has to cost a little bit The strength is definitely not enough to deal with the matter, killing only thirty or forty chickens and ducks~www.NovelMTL.com~ in Maotan Village can be regarded as a lot of money.

The county seat is about half a day away from Maotan Village. When Lao Liao, Lao Zhang and the others arrived in the city, they went to Baishi Shop to find the boss. Usually, the owner of this kind of shop might be a master paper craftsman himself, and it turned out to be the case.

The people of Maotan Village ordered paper battle flags and paper weapons in one breath, which made the boss happy, but it was also strange that they would burn this for the dead, but of course it is good to have a business, and they would care so much.

He politely said, "Let's go, guest." He sent a few peasants away before returning to the store with a smile, which happened to be seen by his wife.

"Head of the family, what kind of big business did you encounter when you're so happy?"

The person who just left didn't seem to be rich, so the woman was a little puzzled.

"Hey, of course, there are some paper banners and paper weapons in Maotan Village. The quantity is quite large, and the deposit is sufficient."

The boss weighed the copper coins in his hand.

"Yo, I can't see it!"

"That is to say, even if the time is tight, the requirements are high, but these things are much easier than making a house and a paper figurine. I have less rest, and I will be able to get out of work soon! Hehehe..."

"Then why don't you go to work soon? I'll just watch the shop!"

The proprietress put her hands on her hips and drove the shop owner to work. The latter hurriedly returned to the yard behind the shop.

It's just that when he was leaving, the shop owner was also thinking about the other words of the peasants, saying that there might be plague ghosts, so the owner should be careful.

But in recent years, the government is very sensitive to the word of mouth among the villagers. For fear of being caught by the government and convicted of misleading the public, the peasants did not dare to say too much and left.