Paper horse incense shop

Chapter 85 What happened during his lifetime
  The moment the paper man, driven by his second uncle, stood up, the whole place was in an uproar.

The first reaction of the villagers, who had never seen much of the world, was not that my second uncle was great, but that a monster came to the banquet!
  Everyone can hold a hoe and a bench, and he almost beat his second uncle to half to death. If my second uncle hadn't reacted very quickly and jumped onto the rafter, he would probably have told me where he was.

The second uncle climbed up to the rafter and yelled several times to make these idiots look at the movements of the paper figures. That was the scene before the death of the male master.

When everyone heard about the male master, some people slowly put down the things in their hands to see what the second uncle was going to do.

This look didn't matter, it really made them see something.

The paper man first walked a few steps and walked out of the main room door, then walked slowly inside. When he reached the door, he paused suddenly, as if he noticed something, then pushed open the door that was not closed, and then a few times Walking into the house, he pointed at a place and started pointing.

The paper man made by the second uncle is very exquisite. You can clearly see the rising and falling chest of the paper man, as well as the constant pointing gestures in his hand——

The paper man, or the male protagonist, was very angry.

Then the paper man suddenly took a few steps back, began to dodge, raised his hands to fight, and then exhausted, bent down, and kept struggling.

The struggle was fruitless, and finally there was no breath.

Everyone present was stunned. Some villagers with brains were bold and dared to guess, so they immediately asked:

'What is he doing lying there? Is he dead? ’

‘Didn’t you say that the master drowned? ’

‘Look, does the height of the bow look like the height of a wash basin? Did he get drowned in the washbasin after fighting with someone? ’

Everyone was startled by the last sentence of the speaker, and turned to look at the second uncle for confirmation. The second uncle was also unambiguous. He looked at the host and his wife who were so frightened that they looked ashen and cursed:

‘I thought you were a good person, and I thought it was his uncle, brother and sister-in-law who murdered him, so I wanted to save you some face. It’s better for you. You actually know the best about how he died! ’

After the second uncle yelled, the country woman had never seen the world. She was scared to death when she saw the paper man could move. When the second uncle yelled again, she immediately explained everything exactly.

It turned out that the woman and the man had been introduced to each other by a matchmaker. The woman had a sweetheart, but the sweetheart was too poor, so her parents did not agree to the matter and married her to the man of the house who had better conditions.

But this woman did not lose contact with her sweetheart. Although she was newly married, as long as her husband was not at home, she would quietly tie a ribbon on her big tree and call her sweetheart to come over and have an affair.

That day, the male host said he was going to his brother's house for a drink. The woman tied a ribbon as usual and had a chat with her lover. But she didn't expect it to be such a coincidence. The male host came back to get an umbrella because of the rain, and she happened to meet her. The newlywed wife cuckolded herself.

The angry husband immediately got into a fight with his lover, but the husband himself had some wealth and didn't have to do menial work. How could he beat his lover who was the top leader in the farmland?
  Within two seconds, he was pressed into the basin and drowned.

The woman and her lover came together and made some preparations while it was raining. They pretended that the road was slippery in the rain, and the man accidentally fell into the pond while walking and drowned.

The tears in front of the mourning hall were not for the male master, but for the woman who never expected that after the male master died, his money would be recovered by the clan, and none of it would fall into her hands! ! !

The last sentence of this story is, as usual, the second uncle’s comment:

People can lie. What you hear and what you see may not be the truth. You need to believe in yourself.

After roughly recalling everything, I had an idea in my mind. I took out the tools I carried with me and started to light the green nail on fire and grind the ashes into powder.

Then he took out the simple tools he had with him and began to build bamboo paper figures.

The examples written by my second uncle in the secret method are very easy to understand.    What is the greatest use of this trick?
  It's nothing more than using the things close to the deceased to let the paper man retell a short period of the deceased's life before his death, or to relive the time when the deceased took his last breath, when he was most unhappy and resentful.

And isn't this what I need now?
  I just started working. I was full of energy and didn't care about the fatigue. After only half an hour, I made a small paper man.

I don't have many bamboo sticks with me, so I can only make them the size of my arms. As for the paper man's appearance, I can only say that I need more practice.

But this thing is not for sale to customers. It doesn’t matter whether it’s beautiful or ugly, as long as it can be used.

I comforted myself in my heart, and slowly blew the ashes of my fingernails into my body along the slits of the paper man’s eyes, and then softly recited the mantra:

"There is a body outside the body, which shows the spirit and energy. The paper is used to record it, and the collection is used to trace the origin!"

Following my command, the paper man half as tall as a man on the ground stood up unsteadily.

I had great expectations for the paper man, and stared intently at the paper man's movements on the ground.

One second, two seconds, one minute, two minutes.

Then I was disappointed!
  The movements of this paper man are not as smooth as I thought!

The paper man staggered a few steps, barely stepped out of the tent, and then walked around the camp for a while. His hands occasionally made some movements, but the amplitude was always very small, and no detailed information could be seen at all. .

Is it because my skill is not enough?
  Are the paper figures too rough?
  Or is it that the time when Gao Laosan died was too long ago?

You know, among the things written down by the second uncle, although his paper man cannot speak, his movements are very precise and he can retell what happened in detail!

I felt a little anxious, but the paper man in front of me was still moving slowly, without any panic.

I stared at the paper man without moving, took a few steps back, casually walked into a tent, and took a cup of freshly brewed hot tea from inside, ready to moisten my throat and dissipate the anger before continuing.

But before the tea reached my lips, I heard Mr. Hu stop me and said in an awkward voice:

"Miss Tu, if you want tea, don't drink that cup. I'll pour you another cup."

"Look at the paper man outside, is something wrong?"

I was a little confused, so I put the tea down, turned my head, and answered casually:

"Yes, I'll just make some paper figurines."

"What are you doing?"

The moment I turned around, I saw that I had accidentally entered Boss Hu's camp, and now there were only Boss Hu and Father Lu who looked dull in the tent.

Father Lu's state was obviously not right. His whole body was limp. His expression was confused and blank. His eyelids were about to droop several times, but he hurriedly opened them to dispel the sleepiness.

My face turned dark, and I placed the cup heavily on the table:
  "Boss Hu, I admired your friendship with your wife before, so I was willing to help you. What are you going to do to Professor Lu now?"

(End of this chapter)