dream catcher

Chapter 11 011: Spirit Position

Fu's mother, who was going to speak, was extremely quiet the next moment, as if the pain had lost its meaning to her.

Lu Qiao moved away and turned to look at the crowd: "The ambulance, as well as iodophor and cold water patients need to be disinfected and cooled!"

Lu Qiao didn't know if he was right or not, but based on his own experience of burns, cold compresses and disinfection are necessary.

Everyone looked around, and beside them were old people who were as old as themselves.

"Would you like scald medicine, I'll bring it together!" The smart one had already turned around, planning to go to the pharmacy on the street to get iodophor and scald medicine.

The rest looked around, and an older old man found something, and hurriedly looked at the mouth of the well and said excitedly: "The well water! The well water must be ice, beat it up and pour it on her!"

As soon as the words came out, the old man went to the mouth of the well, grabbed the kettle above the mouth of the well, took it off the hook, and threw it into the well below.

At this moment, Lu Qiao's cold sweat broke out from behind.

Down the well is Jiang Sheng's body, and there is no water below!
Lu Qiao excitedly shouted at the old man who was fetching water at the mouth of the well: "Stop hitting!"

Lu Qiao's voice became a little louder, and everyone looked at the excited Lu Qiao.

Helplessly, Lu Qiao smirked a few times in embarrassment, then thought of the explanation and said quickly: "This well water must be clean when it is boiled, and it cannot be judged before it is boiled, so it must not be poured on the patient for cooling. This is not saving lives, it is killing!"

This is not saving lives, it is killing!
These words reverberated in the small courtyard, and were repeated in everyone's ears.

"Old Zhaotou, I'm so confused, don't dig well water!"

"That is, are you planning to harm someone?"

The old man scratched his head helplessly, and let go of the handle: "What are you talking about, I'm just kind."

Lu Qiao's heart also relaxed, and a few minutes later, the old lady brought the scald medicine, and the knowledgeable person in Lu Qiao's eyes slowly applied the medicine to Fu's mother.

The wound was still oozing blood, and the medicine was bypassed to cover all the burnt parts. One tube of ointment was only enough for the neck and shoulders.

Lu Qiao was busy, and heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the sound of an ambulance.

The ambulance could not enter the crowded alley, and two nurses arrived at the scene with a stretcher under the guidance of the old man, and carried Fu Ma onto the stretcher and took her away.

All eyes were on Lu Qiao, who regarded him as a life-saving hero.

Lu Qiao smiled awkwardly, not knowing how to end it, and kept talking about the purpose of his trip.I am a reporter, in order to interview various streets in Lukang.

Everyone obviously understood what Lu Qiao said, and asked whether they could be on TV or newspapers. Lu Qiao knew that newspapers were inferior to TV, so he talked about newspapers, but even if it was newspapers, everyone was a little excited and wanted to send Lu Qiao to his home where the direction guide.

"Our family makes ingots!"

"Our family belongs to paper-making people!"

"Our family makes candles!"

"Paper money, dark money!"

"Coffins, there are coffins made of golden nanmu!"

As expected of a street of Mingshi, everyone began to yell about those things in their own homes, wishing that Lu Qiao would record them one by one.

Lu Qiao smiled awkwardly and looked at the crowd.

"Our family is a supply and marketing cooperative, which is the canteen outside. But our family can not only buy things with money, but also exchange things for things, which is very interesting."

"Our home is a pawn shop, and we have all kinds of novelties. I am different from the shops outside. They accept everything, and my home only accepts old items!"

After the first batch of ghost tools were called out, people who started to have their own characteristics also had the courage to sell themselves.

Just as Lu Qiao was about to speak, an old man with a dragon head and a cane came out, stroking his white beard: "I am the director of the sub-district office, Lao Feng. Thank you for saving Mama Fu. I am unable to come here because of my legs and feet." , but it doesn't affect me knowing your deeds, why don't you come with me first, and I'll take you to the village committee? I know a little bit about the business of the 32 small shops on our street, so you can listen to me Chattering?"

Everyone gave way to a wide road, and no one said a word.

Lu Qiao looked at the old man named Lao Feng in front of him, and nodded subconsciously helplessly.

Lao Feng's age is not the oldest, but his aura and clothing are particularly prominent.

That feeling if this is a village, this is the village head.

Of course, this is a street now, and he must be the leader of the street.

Behind Lao Feng, he walked step by step to a small alley in the center of the street.

There is a hole in the sky here, there is a small pond one meter square in the middle, a few red and golden carps occasionally pop out of the green water full of algae, the fat-headed carps look particularly rich, and everything in the small alley pond They were all obviously in style.

Lu Qiao walked into the inner courtyard, and Lao Feng was sitting in the main hall. There were more than a dozen spirit tablets hanging on the wall behind him, and there were only wooden spirit tablets. At this time, the three sticks of incense were smoking green smoke, and there were four head portraits with photo frames under the green smoke. .

Lu Qiao stepped across the door hairpin respectfully, glanced at the spirit tablet in front of him, and then lowered his head not daring to glance around. At this time, Lao Feng patted his side and shouted: "You sit here."

Lu Qiao moved over and sat down. The old man knocked on the crutch in his hand and shouted, "Kapok, serve tea."

An old woman who was also not young came out from the side with a blue porcelain pot, and took out a teacup from the drawer under the table to make a bowl of strong tea.

"What's your name, reporter, and what do you want to know about the content of the interview?" Old Feng asked.

Lu Qiao smiled awkwardly: "My name is Lu...I mean Li Xia from the Lugang Evening News, who are these?"

"The people on the top who saved the village, and the row below are the village chiefs. Our Shuomen Street is quite special, and we still have some old-fashioned things. In the past, Shuomen Street was a village called Dahuang Village. Of course, it is now called Dahuang Village. Shuomen Street, you can understand that there are saints on the top, and after I die, I will be listed in the row below, and another person will be elected from the street to sit in my place." Lao Feng explained without concealing it.

"One, two, three... Ten, 56, and seventeen? These seventeen saints saved the village?" Lu Qiao asked back. The number seventeen felt vaguely familiar, but Lu Qiao below knew that only four had been rotated in these years. The village head, that is, the director of the street office.

"Yes, this story is a long story. I can tell you a thing or two with my little friend, but there is a rule that must be followed." Old Feng said.

Lu Qiao was stunned for a moment, then nodded his head: "Say it."

"You are not allowed to write down what I said, and you are not allowed to go back and describe it. Of course, the most important thing is that after listening to the story, if you don't want to be entangled in strange things, you must keep it secret when you go out of the street. This street abides by this secret, and most of the entire street now You also know about business, selling these things is to suppress this evil spirit." Lao Feng choked on himself when he said this, and coughed twice excitedly.

(End of this chapter)