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Chapter 377 0373 [I want to welcome Grandpa Erlang into the city! 】

The hawker urged: "Qin San'er, you have eaten and drank enough. It's time to tell me something?"

I feel much better with a bowl of soup cake in my belly.

Qin Ming put one foot up on the stool and said nonsense: "There are so many weird things. If you don't talk about it from afar, let's just say that you know Butcher Wang from Pig Killing Alley?"

"Ah."

The hawker nodded hurriedly.

"When I went to Natu, Butcher Wang was reluctant, saying that he didn't believe in gods, but only the butcher knife in his hand. I immediately said, it's up to you whether to give it to you, but if something happens in the future, don't It’s strange that Grandpa Erlang didn’t protect you. This guy actually told me to get lost and even wanted to chop me with a knife..."

"Not long after, something really happened to Butcher Wang. He went to help people kill pigs outside the city and had some wine. When he came back at night, he passed by the Cai River. He was fascinated by the water ghost and drowned in the river."

It is true that Butcher Wang did not accept the soil, and it is also true that he later slipped and fell into the river and drowned.

But Qin Ming cleverly combined the two things, giving it a mysterious and ghostly feel.

At this moment, a voice came from the side: "I've heard about this too. It's said that when Butcher Wang was fished out, there was a handprint on his calf. It was obvious that he was dragged down by a water ghost."

Qin Ming turned around and saw that the stall was crowded with people.

Recently, Erlang's prophecy has been spreading in the city, and the government suddenly started arresting people.

For a time, the storyteller who used to live in the streets seemed to have disappeared.

Now that they heard someone say that, and they were the people involved in the original repair of Bao Shen Guan, the people immediately gathered around.

Li Gang is loyal, but his ability is poor. In other words, he is a scholar and lacks adaptability.

When it comes to rumors, it’s better to block them than to clear them up.

The more blocked it is, the more mysterious it seems to the people, and the more they want to know. This is how people's hearts are.

Zhao Kuangyin's methods are much more clever.

When the Song Dynasty was just established, Li Chunfeng's "Tui Bei Tu" suddenly became popular in the Tang Dynasty, and there were all kinds of random rumors.

Look what Zhao Kuangyin did?

He ordered people to make more than a dozen fake copies of "Tui Bei Tu" and spread them on the market.

True and false, for a while even the people couldn't tell which one was true and which one was false. The final result was that even if the "Tui Bei Tu" in their hands was true, it was regarded as false.

In comparison, Li Gang's methods were too immature.

"Anymore?"

"Say more."

"Qin San'er, don't hide it, tell everyone more."

Seeing this, Qin Ming immediately started to show off: "I've been talking for a long time, and my mouth is dry."

"I'll get you a bowl of water."

"I have Tao'er here."

The people watching me drank a bowl of water, a peach for me, and a handful of dates for him.

The peach was a rotten peach and the jujube was a bad jujube. Although they were both worthless things, they made Qin Ming feel respected again.

Qin Ming slapped the table and said loudly: "Okay, I will have a good talk with you today."

The soup cake stall owner asked curiously: "Nowadays, people say that Han Zhen is the descendant of Erlang Zhenjun, but is it true?"

Nowadays, the people in the capital no longer dare to call Han thief. Some believers of Baoshen Temple respectfully call him Grandpa Erlang in private.

"Of course it's true."

Qin Ming made it up and said: "I have a brother who is on duty in the Beijing camp. At the beginning of last year, Han Zhen led his troops to Tokyo City. He took a look at it from a distance on the city tower. When he came back, he told me that he actually talked to Bao. The statue of Grandpa Erlang in the temple is exactly the same. He is tall, handsome and handsome. He wields a three-pointed two-edged sword, and under his crotch is a colorful tiger reincarnated by the Roaring Sky Dog..."

I kept talking from noon to evening, and my mouth was dry.

Qin Ming carried Taoer Zaoer in his clothes and returned home happily.

It's said to be a home, but in reality it's just a shack.

Song Huizong carried out extensive construction projects in recent years and occupied many people's houses and land.

The government said they would pay compensation, but after two or three years of delay, they only paid a few thousand dollars.

With just a few dollars, you can't even buy a house in Linzi County, let alone Tokyo, where land is at a premium.

The people who had no houses to live in had no choice but to build shacks in the open space in the south of the city, eventually forming a refugee camp.

Walking into the shack, Qin Ming said happily: "Mom, I made some fruit, please try it quickly."

"Where did you get it again?"

Qin's mother sighed, with a sad look on her face.

Qin Ming explained: "I didn't get it by touch. It was given to me by everyone. They asked me about the original cultivation of Bao Shen Guan."

"That's fine, that's fine."

Only then did Qin's mother smile, reach out and pick up a jujube, and said, "I'm not hungry, just one is enough."

"Now that grandma has finished eating, the eldest son of the Zheng family treated me to some soup cakes at noon."

After stuffing the fruits into Qin's mother's arms, Qin Ming returned to the wooden bed and lay down.

Recalling what happened in the afternoon, he couldn't help but grin.

Day two.

As usual, Qin Ming slept until three o'clock in the morning and got up. Qin's mother was not at home, maybe she went out to wash clothes for others.

Huanyi is very hard-working, and her boss often makes things difficult for her and deducts her wages.

At the end of the day, I can't make much money.

Feeling the hunger in his stomach, Qin Ming deliberately went to the alley where he went yesterday, hoping to try his luck and maybe get a bowl of soup cakes.

Although he was a naughty man, he was also very nice. He pretended to be passing by and walked forward with his head down.

Before I had taken two steps, I heard someone shouting: "Qin San'er is here!"

"What for?"

Qin Ming felt happy and pretended to be impatient.

The master of the Zheng family at the soup cake stall urged: "I've been waiting for you for a long time. I didn't finish talking yesterday. Let's continue talking today."

Qin Ming pretended to evade: "I still have business to do."

The wealthy people said, "What can you do? I'll treat you to a bowl of soup cake."

"I really have something to do...that's all. If you insist on listening, I will tell you again."

Qin Ming reluctantly came to the stall and sat down.

Not long after, a side of soup cake was served.

It was better than what the elder brother of the Zheng family had given him yesterday. Not only was the portion more substantial, but there were also a few oily splashes floating on the surface of the soup.

After swallowing, Qin Ming resisted eating and made up his mind to take it back and give it to his mother-in-law to have a taste. Although he has no knowledge, he can be a rogue. He wanders around in his spare time and hears a lot of strange things.

So, I simply mixed the stories I had heard before and told them to them.

In the evening, the people watching gradually dispersed.

Qin Ming picked up the bowl of sour soup cake and said to the stall owner: "I'm going back first, and I'll bring the bowl to you tomorrow."

The elder son of the Zheng family didn't care, but was quite happy.

Tomorrow Qin San'er comes to return the bowl and can listen for a while.

Carrying soup cakes while walking through the refugee camp, Qin Ming held his head high, as if he was holding a bowl of delicious food.

After returning home, Qin Ming said loudly: "Mom, I brought you soup cakes, come and try it."

Mother Qin asked, "Where did you get the soup cake?"

"I'm sorry, Mom. They heard me tell the story about Grandpa Erlang and specially invited my host." Qin Ming said with a proud look on his face.

Qin's mother excused herself and said, "My master has put out some food today. I'm not hungry. Sanlang, just go ahead and eat."

How could Qin Ming not know that Qin's mother Huanyi's family was a notoriously picky household in the south of the city.

Not deducting wages is already showing great kindness, and there will be no food left.

Especially right now, there is a shortage of food in the city, and a bowl of soup cakes costs thirty cents.

Thinking of this, Qin Ming patted his belly and said with a smile: "Mom, please don't refuse. I ate two bowls at the Zheng family's house, and now my stomach is very bloated."

After all was said and done, Mother Qin started to eat the soup cake.

……

In the next few days, Qin Ming spent time telling stories in that alley.

But as time went by, the city became increasingly short of food. The price of soup cakes had increased to one hundred yuan a bowl, and no one invited him to eat soup cakes anymore.

Even the rotten peaches and bad dates are gone.

But Qin Ming didn't care, and still told everyone stories with great interest.

He enjoyed the feeling of being respected.

Whenever he saw the amazed expressions on the faces of the people watching, he felt satisfied from the bottom of his heart.

And all of this was brought to him by Grandpa Erlang.

Lies told a thousand times gradually become true.

Qin Ming has never met Han Zhen, but now every time he mentions Han Zhen, the statue of Zhenjun Erlang appears in his mind.

The images of both parties overlapped unconsciously.

Sometimes lying in bed, he would think that since he was so pious and helped Grandpa Erlang collect land to build a temple, Grandpa Erlang would definitely not treat him badly when he entered the city.

……

On this day, Qin Ming came to the alley as usual.

There were several diners talking at Dalang Zheng's soup cake stall.

Seeing Qin Ming, one of them immediately said: "Qin San'er, Baoshen Temple was demolished two days ago, did you know?"

boom!

These words were like a thunderclap ringing in Qin Ming's ears, and his whole body felt as if he had been struck by thunder.

After a long while, Qin Ming came back to his senses and asked nonchalantly: "Has the Baoshen Temple been demolished?"

The diner replied: "Yes, I was planning to go to worship today, but halfway through, I heard that it was demolished the day before yesterday."

"Hey, Qin San'er, where are you going?"

"No more talking today?"

Qin Ming couldn't hear the shouts of the diners behind him at all, and his mind was buzzing at the moment.

I saw him running towards Nancheng with his head down.

It's just that I haven't eaten anything at all in the past few days, my stomach is empty, and after only running for a short time, my whole body is sore.

"Go away!"

Suddenly, a big hand pushed towards me.

Qin Ming fell to the ground on his back, feeling a heartbreaking pain in his back.

The person who pushed him was none other than Erhu.

Recognizing him, Erhu kicked him in the leg again.

Qin Ming ignored him, struggled to get up, and continued limping toward the south of the city.

"You eggless bastard!"

Erhu spat at his back, and then laughed.

All the way to the south of the city, Qin Ming was so tired that stars appeared in his eyes.

When he saw that the originally standing Baoshen Temple had turned into ruins, he couldn't bear it any longer, and big tears fell from his eyes.

He had never studied and didn't understand any big principles. He only knew that he felt very sad.

When I got home, it was already evening.

Seeing him come back, Qin's mother asked, "Son, have you eaten today? I bought some bean cakes and cooked them for you to eat."

It is said to be bean cake, but it is actually a cake made by mixing bean dregs and wheat bran together and pressing it.

Qin Ming didn't answer, lying on the bed in despair, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes.

That night.

Qin Ming tossed and turned, unable to sleep anyway, and the bed made of several pieces of broken wood creaked.

He felt as if something was blocking his heart, making him unable to breathe.

From the bed opposite, Qin's mother's voice came: "Are you hungry?"

"I want to welcome Grandpa Erlang into the city!"

Qin Ming suddenly sat up and roared.

After shouting these words, he felt a warm current welling up in his body, and his heart, which had been blocked, relaxed a lot.

Qin's mother was frightened. She quickly stood up and hugged him, crying: "Son, you must not do anything stupid. If you have all your strengths and weaknesses, what else will my mother have to live for?"

Qin Ming said: "Mom, I'm holding something in my heart and I can't breathe. If I don't do this, I'm afraid I won't be able to live for a few days."

Upon hearing this, Qin's mother burst into tears immediately.

"Then you go, then you go."

(End of this chapter)