Hades sequence

Chapter 160 Blood Collection (Please subscribe)

The person on the phone hung up after finishing speaking.

Mr. Hu put away his phone.

The lobby of the B&B on the first floor was deserted. At this time, there was no one else except him. The only thing that accompanied him was the steaming tea on the table, the cracked tortoise shell and three copper coins in his hand.

Staring at the ghost turtle shell in a daze for a while.

I recall the books on fortune-telling that I have read in the past years in order to study ghost turtle shells, such as the "Book of Changes" and "Three Ming Tonghui" in Daxia.

"The copper coins stand up and are still together. What kind of hexagram is it?"

However, some memories came down.

Mr. Hu found that there was no relevant record in the ancient fortune-telling books he had read:

"Let's go buy some related books and read, or read less."

He blamed everything on not studying enough.

Because he knows better than anyone else that although there is no evidence to prove that the ghosts in the ghost gate existed in ancient times, the folk taboos and customs that have been passed down since ancient times are closely related to ghosts.

was thinking.

There was the sound of the iron door being unlocked from the courtyard of the hotel.

Mr. Hu couldn't help looking up through the open hall door, and glanced at the iron gate.

There were a lot of people who entered the iron gate, a dozen or so people, men and women, old and young, everyone, except for one woman who was glamorous and beautiful, seemed to be not much eye-catching in the eyes of others.

But this is in the eyes of ordinary people.

In Mr. Hu's opinion, it is different. At least every one of them has inhuman characteristics.

It's just that the naked eye can't tell the difference at first glance.

at this time.

When they entered the B&B and saw Mr. Hu sitting at the tea table, they all showed respect and their smiles were somewhat restrained.

"Mr. Hu."

They greeted in unison.

One of the leading men swept across the tea table and locked his eyes on the turtle shell in Mr. Hu's hand:

"Mr. Hu, is someone coming to tell you your fortune?"

He said looking around the lobby on the first floor.

"There are no outsiders here. They have gone back." Mr. Hu smiled and motioned for them to sit down: "How about we go out to deal with supernatural incidents this time?"

"not bad."

The leading man sat next to Mr. Hu, and took the tea that Mr. Hu brought him with both hands respectfully.

He took a sip to moisten his throat.

"Mr. Hu, after this supernatural incident has been dealt with, do you think there is anything else we need to deal with?"

"Yes." Mr. Hu nodded: "I am going to let you go to Miaojiang. The exploration of the ghost gate is coming soon. It is best for you to cooperate more. Although this is a bit embarrassing for you, I still hope that after you enter the ghost gate, first Keep yourself safe."

"If possible in the future, I hope you can bring back the 'Yin thing' as much as possible."

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Wangjiatun, the entrance of a private house.

At this time, Jiang Jiuguo found the craftsman's home through the address on the paper.

"My grandfather is not in good health and just came back from the hospital."

The person who spoke was a middle-aged man.

Before Jiang Jiu came to the Northeast, he made a special effort to get to know Father Jiang, and he knew that the middle-aged man was the second generation of craftsmen among the three generations of craftsmen.

"I'll just interview a few words, and if possible, I'll take some samples. Do you think that's okay?"

Jiang Jiuguo explained why he came, and at the same time, he took out a large red envelope: "When I came just now, I heard from my dad that the old man just entered the hospital. This is a little kindness. I bought some condolences for the old man."

Through humility from both sides.

In the end, the second-generation craftsman could not resist Jiang Jiu's kindness and accepted the red envelope.

"About the sampling, my cousin told me that it's fine, it can do more publicity for the culture of our ancestors in Daxia, how can we not agree, haha."

Uncle cousin, Father Jiang’s chess friend in the park.

It was the old Northeast craftsman who he introduced to Father Jiang.

Jiang Jiuguo smiled and nodded: "Under the impact of modern culture, there is not much left of the culture of our ancestors. If there is no proper protection, I think after another generation, many of them will become history. I saw it in the textbook."

"Yeah, young people aspire to work in an office and become a big boss. How can anyone be willing to learn such a thankless culture? If my family doesn't make steamed buns and can support their families, there are still some juniors who are willing to do it. Other cultures are estimated to be extinct. Le."

The second-generation craftsmen are very talkative, and what Northeastern masters value is outspokenness and cheerfulness:
"A lot of things like drama, bamboo weaving, and embroidery are almost gone. One I know who specializes in embroidery is planning to wash his hands this year. There is no way, no junior is willing to do it."

"Yes, so if we don't take some measures to protect and promote it, it is inevitable that it will be lost."

Jiang Jiuguo followed him into the house of a generation of craftsmen:

"I want to write down all these skills before they are lost. At least they can be read in books by future generations, so that they will not know that our ancestors have left these good skills in the past."

The second-generation craftsman nodded.

Then he led Jiang Jiulai to a bed, where a scrawny little old man was lying on the bed.

He was lying on the kang head bed, surrounded by modern furniture, but the bed was still a kang head, which seemed to be the old man's favorite, so it was left when the room was renovated.

The little old man had almost skin and bones in his hands.

An infusion tube was pierced through the back of his hand to infuse him with fluid, and an oxygen tube was inserted into his nostrils.

"Dad, the 'reporter' I told you about is here."

When introducing things to the elderly, you should never use modern professional words, as the elderly may not understand them.

The second-generation craftsmen simply use the word "journalist" to explain to the elderly to make it easier for the elderly to understand. Anyway, what Jiang Jiuguo does is indeed similar to that of a reporter.

"Hello, old man, my name is Jiang Jiuguo."

Jiang Jiuguo imitated the second-generation craftsman and shouted loudly to the old man.

The elderly man, who is over 90 years old, has poor hearing and cannot be heard until he speaks loudly.

"Hey." The old man was helped up by his family.

The little old man's skinny face, as old as tree bark, was filled with the enthusiasm of the Northeastern people. Even though he was still lying in bed, he did not forget to greet Jiang Jiuguo warmly.

"Young man, you did a good job. It's good to leave some thoughts on the things left by our ancestors."

He gave a thumbs up, his speech was not fluent, but Jiang Jiuguo could hear it.

soon.

Jiang Jiuguo picked up his mobile phone to record.

The interview was an excuse he made, but it didn't mean that the matter was done hastily. He really wanted to collect and shoot, and maybe he would have the opportunity to broadcast the interview in the future, so as to at least leave some cultural records of his ancestors.

Learning to tie paper from Li Bo, he gained a deeper understanding of drama, paper-cutting, bamboo weaving, etc. left behind by his ancestors.

These may be useless in the eyes of modern people, and they are things that the ancients did nothing to do.

But for the ancients and the older generation, this is 'faith', it is inheritance...

Jiang Jiuguo started the interview seriously.

There were a lot of people in the room, it seemed that they heard that Jiang Jiuguo was coming for an interview, and also because the old man was old and might not be able to last this summer, the whole family gathered in the room.

A large family of twenty or so sat in a room.

Very lively.

Jiang Jiuguo did not show any stage fright. He smiled and interviewed three generations of craftsmen, and collected blood from the three generations of craftsmen to obtain important information needed for the promotion path.

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(End of this chapter)