big antique dealer

Chapter 221

After chatting for a while, everyone went back to the house to sleep.

I don't know how long I slept, Zhou Shui woke up feeling inexplicable.Not to mention the feeling, because Zhou Shui felt as if he was still in a dream.It seems to have entered another dream from one dream.In short, Zhou Shui got up from the bed without any thoughts, just got up from the bed unconsciously, and then followed the normal procedure to get dressed, put on socks, put on shoes, open the door, and go out from the house.

Zhou Shui walked to the door, opened the door first, walked out, and then turned around to close the door.The moment the door was closed, Zhou Shui's eyes naturally turned to the position where he had just been lying down. At this moment, he found that—he, he was sure that Zhou Shui himself "this kind of determination is purely subconscious" was still lying in the original position.Zhou Shui on the bed was lying on his side with his face facing the door, and the person beside him was sleeping rigorously, who was lying on the inner side of the bed with his face facing outward, with one hand on Zhou Shui's body.

It is common sense that no one can see the whole picture of themselves in a dream, whether in a dream or in reality.Eye-to-eye contact with oneself creates a duality of cause and effect.This happens unless a person dies at the beginning, the cause and effect of one unit ends, and the cause and effect of another unit begins, and this happens when there is a seamless handover.

Is Zhou Shui dead?
Zhou Shui was indifferent to this, or simply didn't get involved in thinking in his mind.In fact, at this moment, Zhou Shui's mind is blank, all actions are not subconscious, but unconscious.

When Zhou Shui arrived in the yard, it was as bright as day.No, it can’t be said that it’s as bright as day. It’s daytime in the yard. Far, near, and surrounding, everything is very clear. Even on a tree a hundred meters away, Zhou Shui can clearly distinguish which is a leaf and which is a sparrow.

Zhou Shui walked towards the main room unconsciously, went up a few steps, pushed the door lightly, and the door opened.Perhaps, Zhou Shui didn't push the door at that time.With a slight push, the door opened, which I took for granted in retrospect.Because Zhou Shui asked Lao Motou later, and Lao Motou said with certainty that the door of the main hall was scratched to death from the inside that night.

When Zhou Shui entered the main hall, he just stepped in naturally.Entering the house, Zhou Shui first knelt on the futon under the altar, and respectfully kowtowed three times to the altar of Lord Fude.Then he sat on the futon. At this time, Zhou Shui's mind was still blank, because he was sitting, his eyes naturally looked forward.In the past, the curtain used to decorate the confession, but it is different today. Today it is two closed doors.

Zhou Shui leaned over, and the door was ajar.Zhou Shui pushed gently, "I'm sure this time, Zhou Shui pushed", and the door opened naturally.Looking from Zhou Shui's position, the inside of the door seems to be the scene outside the house.But this is not right, not to mention that the confession is in the middle of the room, and the space separated by a thin door should still be inside the room.Even if it is outside the house, it is not the environment outside the house. Behind the north wall of Old Mo's house is a street, and behind it are the houses of the villagers.

However, the environment that Zhou Shui pushed away was an empty field with green bricks. This empty field was not big, which was four or five times the size of Lao Motou's courtyard.The empty field was full of people, all kinds of people.Zhou Shui's mind is still blank, this situation is the same as our usual dreams, thoughts and actions are uncontrollable.

Zhou Shui ducked through the door opening, and the scenery in front of him suddenly opened up.Farther away is a small temple with a flagpole of Zhangba standing in front of the temple gate.There is a small square at the foot, and the ground is made of blue bricks.There are people around, the same people as usual on the street, the only difference is that the clothes are a bit messy, the old-fashioned ones can be pushed before liberation, and the new-style ones have miniskirts.Some of these people set up small stalls for business, some for entertainment, and some drank beer, ate skewers, and talked and laughed loudly at the snack stalls.It's like a small rural market.

At this time, Zhou Shui seemed to be a little more sober, as if he had recovered a part of his self-awareness, because he realized that he should find someone to ask about the situation.Next to it is a stall selling sliced ​​noodles, and the owner of the stall is an old man in his sixties.Zhou Shui found a stool and sat down. The stall owner said in Shanxi dialect: "What do you want to eat? There are meat and vegetable stews, including diced meat, eggs, and eggplant..."

Zhou Shui said: "Let's have a bowl of plain vegetables, and let's have diced eggplant."

The owner of the stall was nimble. He prepared the bottom, the marinade, the garlic sauce, and the chopped parsley, and brought it to Zhou Shui.Zhou Shui ate, and asked the stall owner while eating, "Uncle, I'm a foreigner and I got lost. Where is this?"

The stall owner smiled: "I've seen it a long time ago. You are not our local. You shouldn't come here—it's not the time yet. Eat quickly. After eating, go back quickly."

"Uncle, where is this place? I vaguely remember that I was staying at Lao Motou's house, why did I come here out of nowhere?"

The stall owner still smiled: "Young man, that's right. You can only get here through Lao Motou's house. Your surname is Zhou, right? Ordinarily I have to call you Young Master. How is it? Are you still used to living in Lao Motou's house? "

"You always know me? How do you know that my surname is Zhou? Where did this young master start?"

The stall owner changed the subject: "My surname is Ji, and the sixth son of Ji is my grandson. Do you recognize the sixth son of Ji? Hehe, this kid is not a man. Don't mention him, I am also a What about the street stall?"

Ji Lao Liu's grandfather, this Ji Lao Liu is in his 80s and 60s. His grandfather conservatively said that he will be in his early [-]s, right?This person doesn't look like an [-]-year-old at first glance, but he is [-] years old, which makes Zhou Shui a little confused.It is implied in the book that Zhou Shui is just out of his body at this time, his soul has not arrived here, and his IQ is not much better than that of a cerebral palsy patient.This is Zhou Shui. For an ordinary person, he probably only has the brainpower left to defecate anywhere.

"I know the Ji Lao Liu you mentioned. He opens a small restaurant and sells some wine and vegetables to make a living. Is he your grandson? It doesn't look like it."

"Looks like he's also my grandson, hey, being his grandpa, is it such a glorious thing? No one uses this name. Seeing him, tell me a word, just say this smoked pig's trotter You have to use pine wood to chop firewood. If you don’t chop wood, you can use shavings and sawdust. Can the smell be improved if you smoke it with corn bones? Old Ji’s smoked wax, what a name, it’s ruined by this bastard.”

"Come on, I wrote it down, and I'll bring it to you." Zhou Shui took out another 100 yuan: "This is money."

The stall owner hesitated for a moment, but he still took the money, and said, "Supposedly, this bowl of noodles should be free of charge—the young master eats my bowl of noodles to put gold on my old Ji's face. But I dare not, I am not afraid of other things, but I am afraid of causing trouble to Master Fude. A bowl of noodles does not seem to be much money, but it is a matter of putting it in the government. Sigh, how good is Master Fude? This son and grandson are also good. , Compassion at the top and filial piety at the bottom. This kind of filial piety is a good thing. The ancients also said that heaven values ​​filial sons. Hey, if you occupy this word, then your waist will be hard."

Like his grandson, Laoji also talks a lot.However, to the ears of people, Lao Ji's words are different from Ji Lao Liu's words. Ji Lao Liu is looking for something to talk about, and his grandfather has something in his words.

Zhou Shui also heard some tricks. It seems that the situation of this old Ji is similar to that of old Motou, and he has something to do with his grandfather.

Zhou Shui's guess was half right - it was true that there was a connection, the difference was that the old Motou was a servant of Mr. Fude, and this old Ji was a subject of Mr. Fude.

After calculating the money, Zhou Shui strolled towards the small temple.Passed by everyone, but no one paid him any attention.Zhou Shui thought about putting incense sticks in the temple, and looked around. There were all kinds of vendors, but there was no one selling incense candles and candles.At the entrance of the temple, Zhou Shui looked inside. This temple is different from ordinary temples. Ordinary temples offer immortal and Buddha tablets, but this one offers a memorial tablet.The tablet is placed on the confession case in the middle of the temple, and five large characters are written on it with gold lacquer: heaven, earth, monarch, relative, and teacher.

Looking further inside, even weirder things happened.Zhou Shui saw two people. They were visiting the temple, walking around, and occasionally talking in a low voice.What surprised Zhou Shui was that one of these two people was Mr. Zhou, and the other was rigorous.

Zhou Shui quickly stepped in and called them: "Dad, Xiao Jin, why are you here?"

Elder Zhou and Yan Jing didn't show the slightest surprise. Elder Zhou said, "Okay, okay, Tianyi is here too. It's just in time for us to come, and we are finally home."

Got home.Zhou Shui vaguely felt the same way.This feeling was told to him subconsciously, this is probably Grandpa's mansion, in that case, it can be regarded as going home without compromise.

At this time, Zhou Laohe and Yan Jing also had dull eyes and unresponsiveness, like sleepwalking.The three of you walked around the main hall, and there was nothing to see in the main hall—there was a confession horizontally in the main hall, with two chairs next to the confession, the floor was square green bricks, and the four corners of the main hall stood Four pillars.

Go around the holding pillar on the left, and there is a side door near the northwest corner of the main hall.The three of them went out through the door and found that there was a small courtyard outside the door. The courtyard was not big, it looked like three main rooms, and the gate was a moon gate.Stacks of blue bricks, red painted doors.On the door lintel was a two-character ingot plaque, with the words Zhiyuan written on it, but the door was tightly closed.

Zhou Shui pushed the door lightly, and the door was bolted from the inside.The door was bolted from the inside, proving that someone was inside.Zhou Shui felt that this yard was probably where grandpa lived.Thinking of grandpa in my heart, my thoughts became urgent - needless to say whether the lawsuit was won or lost, it would be a worthwhile trip to see grandpa.

Zhou Shui knocked on the door, from light to heavy.But there was no answer from the courtyard.

While knocking, someone behind him shouted: "Xiao Zhou, don't knock, and no one will answer you. You must see this side, but not now, it's not the time yet. Come, come, I'm ready. It's tea, sit down for a while, and wait for me to talk to you."

Zhou Shui looked back and saw that it was Lao Ji, who was smiling and waving.

The three of Zhou Shui went over.It was Lao Ji who spoke first, and the words were directed at Zhou Laohe and rigorously: "Needless to say, this is designated as the uncle, and this is the young mistress?"

Although Mr. Zhou and Yan Jing are still sleepwalking at this time, they have not forgotten the etiquette. Mr. Zhou cupped his hands: "I don't dare to take this word as a master. Sorry for my stupid eyes, this gentleman is...?"

Rigorous also bowed: "Hello, old man!"

Lao Ji still smiled: "My surname is Ji, and my name is Ji Bingrui. I am the grandfather of Ji Lao Liu. Lao Liu has caused you trouble, please bear with me."

While talking, Ji Bingrui arranged for the three of them to sit down.Make another pot of tea and pour it for the three of you.While pouring tea, he said to Zhou Shui: "I forgot, I sent you a message to tell you to talk in plain English, even a fool like Lao Liu would not believe it. Think about it, my grandfather has been dead for more than [-] years, but suddenly When a message comes, no one will believe it. I had a nickname when I was alive, called the lame man. I have been dead for decades, and the neighbors have long forgotten it, but the sixth child still remembers it. You just say, is your grandfather Are you called a cripple? Hey, Lao Liu will believe it now."

Although Zhou Shui and his son were short of soul at this time, they still laughed dumbfounded.Especially Zhou Shui, while laughing, he said: "If you say that, Lao Liu can't use a knife with me? Besides, you are not corrupt, are you?"

"I was lame when I was alive, but I am not lame when I am dead. Mr. Ford, it is your grandfather. A silver needle tied my lame leg into a good one again."

At this time, Mr. Zhou cupped his hands: "Xiao Ke understood. Dare to ask senior, how is Mr. Fude doing now?"

Ji Bingrui's work slowed down, and the smile on his face gradually faded. He seemed to be talking to himself: "If you talk about business, then the treatment will be fine. It can be said that the ants will not be hurt, and the birds will not be surprised." , the person died, and when I came here to see it, hey, I was overjoyed. If I talk about other things, it’s not easy for me to make wild guesses about the official business.”

Ji Bingrui didn't say anything about the inside story, but his expression showed anxiety.

(End of this chapter)