Group favorite Xiao Fubao: My father is nine thousand years old in Dongchang

The nearby villagers saw it and laughed, "A pair of bodyguards passed by here before, and they never returned. I know you scholars don't believe in ghosts, ghosts, and snake spirits, but the fact is that Jiangling County is haunted by ghosts."

ghost?
I'm afraid someone is pretending to be a ghost!

"Why is the guest going to Jiangling County?"

Mr. Mo said vaguely, "Look for someone."

"If you're looking for someone, I don't think you need to go. The original people in Jiangling County have already left and died. Ours all moved here later. The person you are looking for may not be here anymore."

Mr. Mo asked about the haunting again.

The village chief felt that he was good-looking and had a good attitude, so he couldn't help but say a few more words.

"Father, you're talking about monsters and ghosts to the guests again, didn't you tell you? Don't tell the guests this, lest you scare them."

The eldest son of the village chief walked over and looked at the village chief with a complaining face.

The village head was also worried that the rent he got would be in vain, so he smiled and called the people around him to work in the fields.

"Sir, don't listen to my father's nonsense. Jiangling County is not haunted. It's just a group of lunatics who kill people for fun. They kill everyone they see, especially at night."

"Then why talk about haunted?"

Mr. Mo became interested, and the village head's son also felt that he was a scholar, and was willing to talk to him a few more words.

"Actually, we didn't see the so-called evil spirits. We all heard what people said. It is said that the county government took a lot of people to arrest them. Not a single murderer was caught, but lost a lot of people. If the people are not allowed to be killed, the people from the surrounding villages will not be allowed to go to the county town."

In order to catch the murderer, the people are not allowed to go to the county government office. Such a reason is a bit absurd.

However, the people here are convinced, and think that the magistrate is a good man.

"What about your daily needs?"

"Isn't that simple? The yamen has set up a market a mile outside the city. Many people set up stalls there to exchange things. They can buy everything. Gradually, the big guys are getting used to it."

Mr. Mo continued to ask, "How long has this habit been?"

The eldest son of the village head thought for a while, "After the guest said this, I realized that it has been a long time. It seems that it has been like this since the flood. Anyway, no one cares about it. People from the yamen hardly show up. We think It was also comfortable."

comfortable?

Not necessarily!
The main harvest of a county comes from the people, and Chai County Magistrate even cheated for the sake of population and political achievements. This County Magistrate Hu is different, and he doesn't care about anything.

Does it really matter, or do you have other important things to do?
One year is enough to do a lot of things.

Mianmian listened to all kinds of stories told by the old people in the village, and gradually became fascinated by them.

"What's next?"

The old woman usually likes to tell stories, but the children in the village are tired of listening to them. No one likes to listen to her stories. Only Mianmian listens very carefully and asks questions from time to time.

This made the old woman very upset, and couldn't help but talk more.

"Later, a priest came and beat them all to death."

"Really, what does the Taoist priest look like?"

"..."

Gradually, more and more children and villagers surrounded Mianmian. Everyone felt that Mianmian was a lucky little girl, and wanted to touch her to get some good luck.

Hongkui and Xiaoxiazi are naturally not happy, but Mianmian is very happy.

He also took the initiative to hold their hands.

Many people worked hard, and their hands were worn out. Mianmian remembered the prescription given to her by her master, and took the initiative to bandage the villagers.

Most of the people were very willing to cooperate, but it turned out that it seemed to be really useful, and they felt that Mianmian was a good girl even more.

When she came back from the village, Mianmian took a lot of things, all of which were given by enthusiastic villagers.

Mr. Mo: "..."

"Master, they are very enthusiastic. Shall we stay here for a few more days?"

Mr. Mo looked at the things they brought back, he was speechless, there were chickens and ducks, "Mianmian, what did you say, what did you do, why did they give you these expensive things?"

Mianmian looked at the stone in her hand and asked doubtfully, "Is it valuable?"

Hongkui stepped forward to explain, "Mr. Mo, the lady saw that someone in the village was injured, and healed them with herbs. The villagers thanked the lady, so they gave these things."

Mr. Mo breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Mianmian, "You haven't mastered your skills yet, what if someone gets cured, do you know that you can't treat people casually in the future?"

"I didn't see a doctor for them. Mianmian just used herbal medicine to treat some small wounds for them. Many people know how to do it!"

Mr. Mo put on a tiger face, "That's not okay either."

Mianmian hesitated, "Understood."

Mr. Mo dragged and asked how to see a doctor, the process of treatment, and he was relieved when he knew that nothing was wrong.

Mianmian touched her chubby belly, "Master, do we want to stay here for a few days? I don't know what's going on with Fourth Uncle and the others. We can't rush into the city!"

"I think you don't want to go to them!"

Mianmian hugged him guilty, "No, Mianmian just wants to be more cautious, besides, Master doesn't want to stay here for a few more days?"

Mr. Mo really plans to stay here for a few more days. This village is very close to him, and it is convenient to travel there. It will not be noticed by the people of the county government, and it is the most suitable for concealing his body.

At the third pole of the month, another group of guests came to the village.

It is said that there are more than 30 merchants from other places. Many people in the village went to solicit customers. In the end, the village head and a few old people in the village stepped forward to distribute them.

Mianmian originally wanted to join in the fun, but was stopped by Mr. Mo.

After Mianmian finished her homework, there was not much movement in the village.

Mianmian lay on the bed, "I don't know where Fourth Uncle and the others have gone."

"Miss, do you miss fourth master?"

"A little bit, I still miss my fifth and sixth uncles, and my second and third cousins."

People may not necessarily miss you.

"Miss, go to bed early, don't you want to listen to the old lady's story tomorrow?"

Mianmian likes to listen to the stories told by the old lady. Although the old lady can't speak beautiful words, the stories she tells are very pleasant. Mianmian couldn't hear enough of them today.

In the next few days, Mianmian went to play with the children in the village every day.

Sometimes I teach the children in the village to recite poems, and I can bring back a lot of things every day when I come back, sometimes it is a beautiful stone, sometimes it is two Chinese cabbages, and eggs.

Mr. Mo was a little embarrassed, and when Mianmian went out again, he asked Hongkui to bring some candies and toys.