The fox minister in the late Tang Dynasty

Chapter 4

"God damn Geng Dachun!!"

"Bad my reputation, you must not be struck by lightning!"

Fierce yelling and scolding came from afar, and Geng Qing, who was tinkering with wood, raised his eyelids, knowing what was going on, grinning lightly at the corner of his mouth, and continued to work on himself.

Wang Qiujin washed the rice and just put it in the pot, wiped the water stains and ran to the courtyard gate, but before he heard what was going on, the old man Geng, who was working outside, came back with a hoe and pointed outside with a smile.

"There is a lot of gossip in front of the widow's door, and Dachun didn't learn well. He idled around all day, stole the widow's underpants, and was scolded by her blocking the door. Everyone scolded him stupid."

Back in the courtyard, I saw my son squatting on the ground chopping firewood and chopping wood. I don't know what to do. Anyway, the food is not ready yet, so I put down the hoe and squatted beside him to see what tricks he was going to come up with.

However, the old man Geng didn't understand after looking at it for a long time, and then looked at his son's focused side face, and couldn't help but ask.

"Da Zhu, what on earth are you going to do?"

The young man blew on the flattened plank and passed it aside, took another piece of wood, split it in half, and put it on the ground for splicing.

"Valley fan."

Gu fan has been in existence since the Western Han Dynasty, and the process is not troublesome. The middle of the inlet and funnel is suspended, and the wooden fan is placed in the direction of the back, and it is enough to align with the dust outlet.

Where rivets are needed, it may be fixed by opening inlays, but it is best to buy some rivets.

The old man Geng had never seen it before, and he was amazed by the pattern his son drew, and even touched Geng Qing's forehead with his hand, and then touched his own.

"It's not hot anymore."

"It's time to eat!" At the thatched shed, Wang Qiujin put the food on a plate and shouted to the two people outside. Then the father and son cleaned up and patted the dust off their hands and came to sit down and eat. These days, although the imperial examination is allowed However, most of the bitter cold people can’t read a few words. Seeing the patterns drawn by his son, the old man Geng was a little horrified. He couldn’t figure out where his son learned it, especially the changes in the past two days. strangeness.

Seeing Geng Qing who was thinking about something while eating, the old man moved closer to his wife and whispered, "Do you feel that there is something wrong with Dazhu? I think it's better to find a mage to do a ritual."

"It's better to keep the money to find the mage."

Over there, Geng Qing raised his face, looked at the couple with a smile, picked up a mouthful of green vegetables, and put them into the woman's notched pottery bowl.

"Maybe there was an illness that made me open up."

"That's right. This theory."

The old man Geng held the bowl and thought about it, and he thought it might be the same. He had heard the saying before that he had a family, and the child was always muddled.

Thinking of this, he grinned with yellow teeth, and his eyes were narrowed with wrinkles. This matter happened to him, it was God's grace, not only healed his son's illness, but also gave him his old dull temper. Changed it, all the rice grains that rushed into his mouth fell on the table with a smile, and the old wife complained and picked up the rice grains one by one and fed them to his mouth.

The noise of quarreling and scolding outside the courtyard has not stopped. Geng Qing gathered the things he had made after eating, put them under the eaves, and followed the couple out for a walk to digest food. At this time, many old and young men and women gathered in the village. Around noon, the story of Geng Dachun stealing Zhang's widow's underpants had already spread, and the whole village became a sensation. It can make people happy for a long time about Zhang's parents and Li's family being short this year, let alone doing that kind of shameless thing.

They have been cursing for more than half an hour now, and many people are still eating, so they just came out with their bowls in their arms, and they were crowded, watching the excitement while eating, as if the whole village was eating, and even some people who didn't think it was a big deal, followed Booing, yelling at Dachun's house.

"Dachun, just marry Widow Zhang!"

It immediately caused a burst of laughter.

Widow Zhang was also aggressive, she cursed at the man who chewed his tongue, moved a stool at home and placed it at the door of Dachun's house, heated up the leftovers at home, and yelled at the door while eating.

"Damn it, I've never seen a woman in my poor family, I stole my underpants, how can I get into my old lady's bed at night?!"

"If you dare to come, I will be happy, and I will move into your house the next day!"

"You son of a big fart, you don't have a lot of bird feathers, and you also want a woman. Your body is not strong enough for my wife to sit down on her ass!"

The woman's thick hands and feet, the two lumps of flesh and the solid butt made Geng Dachun, who has always been a bully, squat honestly at the door of the house and dare not say a word. His father took a length of hemp rope and whipped it on his head so hard that his hair broke a few times. Pinch, the face is full of red marks, holding his head and screaming in pain.

Dachun's mother saw so many people gathered outside the house, and while criticizing her son for nothing, she went to snatch the rope from her husband's hand, and those who were looking for death would hang themselves in the house to pay justice to Widow Zhang.

The people in the village were afraid of killing people after all, so women, big and small, went to help persuade them to make peace.

"Dachun is at the age when he wants to be a woman, even if he does something wrong, don't worry about it, my aunt."

"In the future, let's see him spit for you."

"Let's break up, everyone. Looking at it like this, sooner or later something will happen. Let's break up."

A prestigious old man in the village stood at the door of Dachun's house, waving his hands and shouting. After a while of persuasion, Widow Zhang picked up the stool, twisted her thick waist and walked away cursing.

Geng Qing stood in the crowd and watched for a while, looking at Dachun who was shivering and hiding in the corner of the wall with his face folded, laughed a few times, followed old man Geng and left, went back to the small courtyard and continued to fiddle with the parts of Gu Fan.

The next day.

As usual, the fox was playing with its stones under the tree, and Geng Qing continued to assemble the Gu Fan. Before he knew it, it was almost noon, and after cooking, he went to the field to call the elders back for dinner.

On the way, I also met Geng Dachun, who was full of red marks on his face, walking in the village with his head drooping. No one paid attention to him. When he came, he avoided, watched and pointed from a distance, making this strong young man bury his head even lower. .

If you meet a village woman with a strong temper, you will curse at the top of your voice and drive him away from the door of your house. If you have a girl, you will even put away the clothes and pants in the yard, yelling into the house, and tell the girl not to Feel free to go out.

Hearing these words, Geng Dachun wanted to die. No matter how he tried to defend himself, no one believed him. After all, he was idle in the village all day. Who else could he be?

Even the two partners who have always been close were warned by the adults in the family, so they had to look at them from a distance before turning their heads and walking away.

"I really didn't take it, I really didn't take it"

Thinking of the way the people in the village looked at him, Geng Dachun, a big boy, squatted under a tree at the entrance of the village, staring at the ants and insects climbing on the grass leaves, trembling.

"I don't believe you have."

When the sudden voice came, Geng Dachun turned his head, and saw Geng Qing squatting beside him with a smile, whispering in his ear like a devil's tone.

"Because I took the underpants."

"You big pillar you."

Geng Dachun's eyes widened, looking at the smiling face in front of him, like a squinting fox's face, he felt a chill running down his back, and sat down on the ground.

I never thought that a person who was honest and friendly in the past could laugh so much that people would be frightened, but in the past, he might have jumped on him and beat him up.

However, as soon as he wanted to move, his body stopped again, fearing that the Geng Qing in front of him had some bad intentions for him, so he subconsciously shrank back.

"Dazhu. We are also relatives. Look at me. Let's forget about the old enmity."

Geng Qing just smiled, pressed his knees, and propped himself up, "I'll talk about it later, just be obedient." She deliberately left half of the words, then went to the field outside the village, and called the old couple back.

This kind of life lasted for three days, and Gu Fengfeng also put together the last piece of wood, standing upright on all fours, with a boxy body, like a box.

Geng Qing took the old rice from the house and poured it in from the top, while shaking the wooden fan, the fast-rotating blades immediately blew out a large pile of dust, which fell into the dustpan from the outlet below, and snapped her fingers comfortably.

"Perfect!"

The old man Geng and his wife, who were standing by the side, stepped forward excitedly, caressing like a baby. Farmers usually have to sift ashes after harvesting crops and drying the grain. With this thing, I don’t know how much energy and time it can save.

Moreover, it was made by the son, so the meaning is different. The old couple carried Gu Fan and wanted to run outside and asked the neighbors to come over to have a look, but Geng Qing stopped them.

"Father, mother, I want to take this machine to the city and sell it for some money and buy some tools. There are a lot of people in the village, so I can make two or three big ones in the future."

The woman was a bit reluctant, and she listened after being scolded by the old man Geng. Then Geng Qing went to call Dachun, and asked him to find two people to carry this thing to the county town. Situation, still nodded in agreement.

When the villagers heard about this incident, they flocked over to watch it. Seeing the old man Geng's demonstration, a group of village men and women who watched were all excited, and couldn't close their mouths. These days, anyone who buys a piece of furniture has to celebrate , what's more, with such a thing, he can work faster than others, and immediately looks at Geng Qing differently.

"Dazhu's illness, I'll just say it's a lucky star, you insist on saying it's because of being fascinated by ghosts."

"That is, if being fascinated by ghosts can have this ability, I would rather be fascinated for a few days."

In the chattering voices, everyone knew that this thing was going to be sold in the city, to exchange some tools used by carpenters, and to make a bigger grain fan for the village. In Dachun, there were two people named Erdan and Stone The young man was immediately told by the adults at home.

"Take care of Dazhu on the way, if anything happens, don't come back!"

After it was decided, the next morning, the three of them came early. Geng Qing took the pancakes baked by the woman and a dozen coppers stuffed in, and they left the village together with Dachun and the others who were carrying the Gu fan.

In the distance between the roads, an ox cart creaked from far to near, and came along the dirt road outside the village. The canopy of the cart was erected, and a rich middle-aged man in a copper pattern robe sat on it and swayed with the frame. shake.

There are seven or eight men in bunt costumes at the back, with a well-proportioned posture, and they look like thugs guarding the courtyard. When they saw the four young men carrying utensils, the rich man on the carriage glanced at the bags they were carrying in their hands. He raised his hand to stop the car, raised his chin slightly, and raised his hand to sweep around the acre of fields that had just been planted with seeds.

"This land belongs to Geng's Village, right?"

On the side, Geng Dachun leaned closer to Geng Qing and whispered: "Da Zhu, he is the richest in our Niu Family Collection, Mr. Liu."

Geng Qing nodded, and then looked at the rich man in the bullock cart opposite, with a smile on his face instantly, as if seeing a relative.

"Returning to Master Liu, this is indeed Geng's Village. If you need anything, just ask."

"Hmph, if I need anything, I'll go to the old man in your village and discuss it with your half-children."

The man waved his hand, and since he got an affirmative answer that this is Gengjia Village, he asked the coachman to drive the car to the village. The four of them looked at it for a while, and Geng Qing probably guessed that it should be the bull-eyed mountain Liu that the village mentioned a few days ago Master's purchase of land.

'The people in the village are not stupid, so they should be able to handle it. '

After thinking about it, I decided to sell what I had first.

(End of this chapter)