I climb the fairy ladder by farming

"Yeah, I forgot about this..."

The little man was holding a pair of thin white paper talismans, and the mouth and ears of the little man were heavily smeared with cinnabar.

"Foreman Wang, hand over this paper figurine to that alien race just now."

With a very low and light voice, Foreman Wang, who was several miles away, seemed to have heard an order, with a flattering smile on his face, and trotted back.

A quarter of an hour later, Foreman Wang left in a hurry, with his hands folded in front of his chest, and a white paper talisman lay quietly in his palm.

The young master lifted the wine bottle and poured it into his mouth with his long neck. The wine was as clear and clear as transparent green wine, and he drank it down in one gulp.

"The specially prepared good wine is not willing to drink. It is a waste to waste it. What a pity..."

As he sighed, a look of pity flashed across his emerald green pupils, but he didn't know whether it was a pity that he wasted the good wine or that it was a pity that Zhang Zheng couldn't drink it.

Nobody knows.

The little boy looked back at the other side covered by the mine, and his voice was soft, as if coquettish, "Daddy, I want to sleep."

Although Na Wuguo didn't know why she suddenly asked about the ear-stealing talisman, she still nodded honestly, "I know, the ear-stealing talisman is the simplest voodoo technique, why did sister suddenly ask about this?"

Zhang Zheng didn't hide anything, and nodded slightly.

Zhang Zheng turned around casually, watching Foreman Wang's slightly obese body rolling towards him not far away.

"Little girls, stop!"

"It's nothing, I just heard the young master mention it, and I'm just curious."

The next moment, the young master's immature and arrogant voice came, "I forgot to say, my name is Na Wei, just to tell you, you still call me young master, what's your name?"

Foreman Wang secretly rolled his eyes, gasped for breath, and responded, trying to tell her to wait until she could breathe.

Foreman Wang didn't appreciate it at all. Seeing that the task was completed, he rolled his eyes, gave her a vicious look, and flung his sleeves away.

Seeing Zhang Zheng's figure from a distance, Na Kuo, who was looking forward to it, stretched her eyebrows instantly, and ran towards Zhang Zheng.

After finishing everything, he straightened up stiffly, and stood beside the young master expressionlessly, his distant gaze didn't fall on the spot, and he just watched quietly.

"Young master asked me to give you something."

……

Foreman Wang's face was pale and ugly. He didn't know whether it was tiredness or anger, or maybe both.

There were very few human voices, and the sound of ping-ping-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong was endless.

Zhang Zheng knew that Na Bing Nuo was the young master's name.

Still no sound.

It turned out she knew.

If the young master's eyes are as emerald green as a lake, then his eyes are green hills after the rain, the thick colors are like splashed ink, and the green is so green that it turns black.

He spread his hands, and there was a thin white paper talisman lying in the palm of his hand. The mouth and ears were painted with cinnabar, and the red was exaggerated.

The two looked at each other, but no one moved.

Except for an abrupt sound.

The man stood there blankly for a while, then suddenly leaned close to the sleeping young master, carefully twisting the corner of the gray robe with his wide palm, covering the young master's exposed hands.

"Foreman Wang, is there something wrong with looking for me in such a hurry?"

Going back is also digging, so Zhang Zheng deliberately slowed down his pace, walking slowly, as if wandering around in the mine.

Foreman Wang was anxious, he raised his head suddenly, and was stunned to see that she actually walked away like that, and the steps were quite fast, but she was several feet away in an instant.

The depressive tones weave into a picture of suffering, the dull colors press everyone's nerves, the burden weighs on the back, and the expressions are insensitive.

You must know that the Lu family's communication jade token is a good thing that is not rumored, but isn't the white paper talisman who has both functions even more rare?
If it can be used in the realm of comprehension, it will inevitably attract many monks to flock to it.

Foreman Wang was so tired that he squatted on the ground, panting heavily. He was wearing a khaki dress today, and his generous back looked like an old scalper plowing the ground with his head bowed.

"Foreman Wang, please speak quickly if you have anything to say."

"I forgot to mention, my name is Na Wei, just to tell you, you still call me little son, what's your name?"

After saying that, Zhang Zheng turned around quickly and walked away.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Zheng was not the kind of master who was willing to wait, so he raised his eyebrows slightly, "I think Foreman Wang is fine, so I will leave."

She quietly avoided the question of what the young master asked her to do, and casually searched for words to change the subject, "By the way, do you know who steals ear charms?"

But Zhang Zheng knew that he was not a hard-working old scalper, but a blood-sucking landlord who oppressed the old scalpers and farmers.

Standing up slowly, he shouted loudly: "Wait a minute, wait a moment, something..."

Na Binguo suddenly lowered her head, intertwined her index fingers uneasily, and asked, "Did you overhear me again? Did he tell you that I'm an idiot?"

Zhang Zheng stopped again, turned around from a distance, and his light eyes fell on Foreman Wang, making Foreman Wang feel as if there were several thorns on his body.

No sound.

Stopping hurriedly in front of Zhang Zheng, Na Paiguo asked nervously while circling around her to observe, "Sister, are you okay? Hey, what did you tell me to do? Did it hurt you?"

Zhang Zheng took the white paper talisman and thanked him with a smile: "Foreman Wang, please work hard to send it."

The gray-robed man stepped forward from the back of the mine, and stretched out his hand to untie the wide gray robe. He was tall and tall, and the gray robe that fit him was extra wide for the immature young master.

The gray robe was gently covered on the little prince who was leaning on the recliner and sleeping with his eyes closed, revealing his true face.

It's really useful, Zhang Zheng's eyes flashed with interest, and he said relaxedly: "My name is Shui Qingzheng."

Looking at the figure of Foreman Wang going away, Zhang Zheng looked at the white paper talisman curiously. It looked very ordinary, but the workmanship was rough, just like the paper man cut out by ordinary children playing.

Zhang Zheng took off the white paper talisman and put it on his ear again, and the voice came again.

All you can see are the tiresome mine soil and rocks, dark mines, light brown stone walls, dark yellow soil and sand... mixed with gray figures who keep shaking in small movements.

Zhang Zheng stretched out his hand to hold the overly nervous and anxious Na Binguo, and comforted him: "Don't worry, I'm fine. If the young master wants to hurt me, can I still stand in front of you safe and sound?"

After stalemate for a while, Foreman Wang took the initiative to approach Zhang Zheng, gritted his teeth and said, "Put it behind your ear when you use it, and you can exchange messages with the young master."

It is somewhat similar to the Lu family's communication jade token, but I don't know if there is a distance limit. If it can communicate for thousands of miles, it must be a rare good thing.

Zhang Zheng called out: "Young master? Are you still listening?"

Under the gray robe was a handsome man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes.

Zhang Zheng just took off the talisman and looked at it for a moment, with surprise in his eyes. He didn't expect that this talisman could not only transmit messages in real time like the Lu family's communication jade token, but also store sound transmission like a communication talisman.

After looking through it for a while, Zhang Zheng couldn't see anything strange, so Zhang Zheng carefully placed the white paper talisman behind his ear.

"I told my elder sister that I have the worst qualifications among my brothers and sisters in the clan, and I had some brain problems when I was a child. Because when I was a child, ear-stealers couldn't learn it anyway. They lied to me and said that blood can be smeared on paper figurines. Learned..."

Zhang Zheng has nothing to say, sixty younger brothers and sisters, and sixty ear-stealing talismans, she really believed it, and wiped them all with blood?

Is this really stupid, or is it just a trick?

Na Guoguo suddenly looked up at Zhang Zheng, with tears in her eyes, the sparkling tears washed through her pupils, and the light green was even more colorful.

"Do you think I'm an idiot too?"