Paper horse incense shop

Chapter 7 Women
  When I saw the other person opening his mouth, I announced my second uncle's name, quickly moved a chair to the other person, and explained:
  "Sister, sit down. My second uncle went to the next village to deliver goods and hasn't come back yet."

"You sit down for a while and wipe the water off your body. He will be back soon."

I took a towel and handed it over, but the other party reacted extremely hard. Before I could touch her, she took three steps back to avoid contact with me.

I was confused and thought that although what I just said was not very good, it was still watertight.

It’s okay if this guest doesn’t appreciate it. As for taking so many steps back to hide from me?
  As I was thinking about it, I heard the woman snort again and say:

"When does he come back?"

This woman looks a little arrogant at first glance, but this is a common problem among rich people, so there is nothing to complain about.

I stuck my head out to take a look at the sky outside, then came back and replied:

"Second uncle just went out not long ago. If it doesn't rain, an hour will be enough. If it rains,"

Before I finished speaking, there was a muffled thunder in the air, and there was a sudden heavy rain outside the house, and it was pouring all over the sky.

I opened my mouth and held back a sentence:
  "Maybe two or three hours."

The woman looked extremely impatient and walked around the room several times. It was obvious that her patience had been exhausted and her movements were a little shaky. The moisture on the windbreaker turned into water droplets, and they fell on the floor of the room one by one.

It's actually a bit stiff.
  I asked tentatively:
  "Where do the guests come from?"

"I see there's water on your clothes, but it's just raining here now."

"Did you come from far away just to see my second uncle?"

As soon as I spoke, the woman who had been wandering around the room like a headless fly suddenly became quiet.

She didn't answer my pretentious words, but casually ordered a few wreaths and paper sedans placed in the shop and asked me to wrap them for her.

I did as I was told, took out a few large plastic sheets, and started packing them.

But the other party was obviously not a good person. After only a few minutes of silence, he started to criticize me again, saying that my bag didn't look good and that it was defective.

I felt a little angry in my heart, and my tone was a little tough:

"Sister, I think you are quite beautiful. It would be better if my words could match your appearance."

"I'm not a good cook, I admit it. But these things were all made by my second uncle. Since my sister recognizes my second uncle, she must also know that his reputation in these ten miles and eight villages relies on this cooking skill. ."

"You go out and ask around, who dares to say that my second uncle's craftsmanship is not good!"

The woman was obviously shocked by my momentum. After a long while, she stretched out her hand, pointed at an ugly little paper man in the corner and said:
  "Is this your second uncle's craft?"

I looked along her hand and felt a little embarrassed for a moment, and my original momentum also weakened a little:

".That's what I did. It's no wonder the second uncle did it."

I always thought it was very simple when I saw my second uncle's paper-tying skills, so when my second uncle wanted to teach me, I was very confident that I could get started quickly.

But when I actually get started, I don't know why but I always miss the point. Either the bamboo gall inside is deformed or the paper is broken.

So in the past half month, I still practiced the simplest bamboo gallbladder and paper noodles.

This little paper man is just the scraps I picked up when my second uncle was making paper a few days ago, and I made one myself.

Although it was stuck out, it was extremely ugly.

According to my second uncle’s words, other paper figures look like they have two eyes, a nose and a mouth. From a distance, my paper figure has neither a nose nor a mouth.

Now that I was singled out by this woman, I was a little embarrassed, so I quickly added:
  "I am an apprentice and I am learning. My second uncle is very powerful and there is no way he can do this."

The woman was stunned for a while, and then she came closer to me, with a slight smile on her face:
  "So you know how to make paper figures?"

This is the first time she has been so close to me since she came in.

Only then did I see clearly that the other person's face was full of rigidity, with almost only one pair of eyes and a movable mouth on the entire face.

The reason why I could see the other person's expression just now was because of the 'smile' produced by the muscles on the face being stimulated during the movement of the jaw.

Plastic surgery?
  This face looks too much like a face with the aftermath of ten years of plastic surgery.

I was stunned and subconsciously said: "A little bit, as you can see, my skills are only..."

Before I finished speaking, I saw the woman proudly take out a large stack of banknotes from her arms. I estimated there were five or six thousand in them, and threw them directly to me.

The woman tried hard to stretch the muscles on her face and said with joy:

"Little kid, if you work hard, you will be able to perform as well as your master."

"This way, I'll give you these and you don't have to look for them."

"Even if it's just the money to buy these things."

I was so happy that I no longer cared about whether her face was natural or not.

Even if a big business customer wants me to call her a peerless beauty without my conscience, it's not impossible!
  When I got the fresh banknotes, before I could count them, I heard the woman say again:

"But you have to count that little guy you stabbed yourself as an addition to my head."

"You can count me as a big sister, supporting you little baby."

I was stunned again, and turned around to face the paper figurine I had made. It was indeed hideously ugly, but I just didn’t know why a rich woman would want such a thing.

But I'm a bastard who doesn't make money even if I have money, so I immediately took out a large plastic bag and wrapped the little paper man tightly.

Just as he was wrapping the paper man's head, he heard the critical woman say: "It's just that you, the paper man, are too ugly."

I thought to myself, you just took off your pants and farted, just out of boredom.

I've already told you that my paper man is ugly, but you have to say that it's just a hair extension.

Now that Dang has been given a head start and the paper man is said to be ugly, isn't this a state of idleness?
  I was a little impatient and was about to tear open the plastic bag wrapped around the paper man when I heard the woman say:
  "Although it's a bit ugly, it can still be repaired. Let me see, can you find a pen and add a few strokes to your face?"

".At least you can tell where the eyes are and where the mouth is."

I really didn't like to hear this, but after thinking about the thick stack of banknotes in my arms, I felt a little moved. Then I went to the box and took out a pen, and drew the eyebrows, nose, and mouth on the paper man's face. All painted.

The woman was still dissatisfied, and her tone became more and more urgent:

"No, it's not good yet, it doesn't look good."

".No, not here."

The more I practiced, the more irritated the woman became, and finally her voice made some high-pitched noise:
  ".Isn't there still eyes? Draw the eyes on."

I was stunned and subconsciously said:

"I won't."

"My second uncle never taught me how to draw eyes."

The woman's face twitched, and she was obviously a little disappointed in me:

".Good boy, you have to learn what you don't know."

"But you can't always wait for your second uncle to teach you!"

"According to me, if you learn it by yourself today, you will know it by yourself. When your second uncle comes back, you will know it without having to teach you. Wouldn't that be happy?"

"And just two clicks on the eyes, how much effort can you make?"

"If you think about it carefully, is this true?"

The woman followed the temptation and took out a few big bills from her bag and stuffed them into my hand:

"I really think you have a special affinity. I see that you look like your second uncle, and I treat you as my own child. Otherwise, who would spend so much money on a paper man like you?"

"What sister said makes sense, right?"

I still don't believe that there is such a thing as a pie in the sky, and I clearly remember that my second uncle used to draw paper figures and never had his eyes lit.

Seeing that I was hesitant and unwilling to put down the pen, the woman grabbed my hand and pressed the pen against the eye socket of the paper man.

Two o'clock, become an eye!
  The woman's nails were sharp, and her hands were like ice. A biting temperature came from the point of contact. The sting stung me for a moment, so I immediately woke up and struggled to shake off the other person's clamping hand.

But the other party didn't care. He straightly bent down and picked up the paper man on the ground, and casually pulled a plastic bag to cover the paper man's head.

I don’t care about the other things I bought around me at all.
  Actually, he rushed straight into the rain and left!
  No matter how stupid I was, I knew something was wrong. I didn't even have time to hold an umbrella and hurriedly chased him out.

There was thunder just now, and it was the time when the rain was at its heaviest.

The rain rushed straight to the door, and I could hardly open my eyes, but the woman in front seemed to be unaware, carrying a small paper figure half a person's height, running almost close to the ground like a wild animal.

Her speed was extremely fast, obviously beyond the physical limits of a normal person.

However, after chasing for only five or six hundred meters, I could only see the opponent's retreating back.

The red plastic bag was still covering the paper man's head, but to me at the moment, it felt inexplicably like a red hijab that was so bright that it dripped blood.

I was startled by the weird thoughts in my mind. In such a moment, the woman's figure had completely disappeared.

I could only go back the same way in the heavy rain, and my heart was beating wildly along the way.

I knew very well that I must have gotten into a big trouble, and I didn't dare to go back to the house to change clothes, so I just waited for two hours.

When my second uncle came back, he was startled when he saw me squatting at the door and asked repeatedly:

"What's wrong? Did you fall into the water tank again?"

This was a joke about me falling into a water vat when I was a child, but I had no intention of replying. I shook my head repeatedly and told the story about the weird woman just now with tears in my eyes before I dared to raise my eyes to look at my second uncle.

The second uncle's face started to turn blue when he heard that a woman wanted to buy my ugly paper figurine.

I kept hearing the woman grab my hand and click her eyes, her face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.

I have never seen such an angry second uncle. He threw the soaked package in his hand to the ground and raised his hand——

I closed my eyes tightly, but the next second:
  "Snapped!"

"Clap!"

I opened my eyes in confusion and saw my second uncle pulling my hair and slapping myself hard on the face.

I was stunned for a moment and quickly stepped forward to stop my second uncle’s movement, but my second uncle’s eyes were dull and regretful:
  "Tu Lao Er, Tu Lao Er! You want to teach the paper maker how to do it, how can you not teach the taboos first!"

"You have harmed your daughter!"

“The paper man’s eyes are turned into a dead object!!!”

(End of this chapter)