folk legend

Chapter 87
It is precisely because of this kind of simple folk customs that no matter which family in the village has a wedding or wedding, big or small, the villagers will come forward to help, and the rich will contribute money, and the powerful will contribute. It is also very harmonious, at least on the surface.As for the open and secret struggle behind it, that's another matter.

But there is one more thing that everyone can't help, and that is the matter of adding words!Naturally, this matter does not require other people's help, even if someone wants to help, they must first have the courage.If someone finds out, if he doesn't beat him to death, he will be blood-spattered and dusty.

At this time, the custom in the village is to bring some white noodles, or prepare a few catties of eggs, and go to visit people. Of course, it’s not because they don’t want to take some on the table.

This form of visiting a pregnant woman is called Xiatang.The so-called soup, he thinks he is also going to visit women. At this time, Han Xiazi, when he said Lao Jiang, it was obviously meant to tease Lao Jiang.

This remark immediately made Lao Jiang feel ashamed, thinking about it, he usually got up very early, but today he has been lying down until now and still can't get up.Especially in front of the guests who lived in his house on the first day, how could a man of Lao Jiang's age not panic without shame.

However, he couldn't help himself with this matter, his head hurt so badly, and he couldn't remember it, so Lao Jiang said helplessly: "Oh, Brother Han, don't tease me anymore, it happens that I'm with you Tell me about what happened last night, and by the way, help me see, is this because you are bewitched by evil (meaning bewitched, in the paddock dialect)?"

But before Old Jiang could explain what happened last night to Blind Han, Blind Han took the conversation away and continued, "Brother Jiang, why don't you understand? It's just a matter of looking, it's definitely a bewitch."

Lao Jiang felt puzzled for a while, and reluctantly raised his eyelids, looked at Blind Han, wondering why he was so sure?

"Hey, don't look at me like that, you don't know what you have done? Let me remind you, it happened in July this year, one morning!"

Maybe it's been a long time since this happened, maybe it's because Lao Jiang had a severe brain pain this morning, so Lao Jiang thought about it for a long time, but he didn't think about it.

Seeing Lao Jiang frowning and thinking hard, Blind Han smiled and said: "Okay, you can think about it later, I will cure your headache first, in case guests come to the house later, see You are guarding the two Mr. Yin and Yang, and you are so besotted, those who don’t know would think that we, master and apprentice, are so worthless.”

Xiazi Han made fun of it, then stood up, stood on the ground very casually, and then made a spell with his fingers, and recited the spell.

Blind Han may also have high morals, or profound magic power. Anyway, in Lao Jiang's view, Blind Han is completely casual.Before I could think about it, I heard Han Xiazi chanting.

"Mao Ti Mao Ti. Mencius and princes. Up to Huajue. Down to Nine Provinces. Wearing a golden crown. Wearing armor. Teeth like sharp swords. Hands like golden hooks. When encountering evil, cut them. When encountering tigers, capture them. Strong ghosts Beheaded. No living ghosts left behind. I expect the real master to arrive. The magic soldiers are as urgent as the law."

The mantra Han Xiazi chanted at this time, to be precise, does not have an accurate name, and it has always been taught by the master to the disciples.

But this incantation is often used by Mr. Yin Yang, because the effect of this incantation is to break all kinds of evil methods and magic to cause harm to the human body.It is precisely because of this effect that it is also one of the most commonly used spells by Mr. Yin Yang.

Furthermore, this spell does not require too much preparation, as long as it is sincere.This is why Lao Jiang felt that Han Xiazi was very casual.

After Blind Han finished reciting the incantation, he stretched out his hand that pinched the formula, and then put his palm on Lao Jiang's forehead, rubbing his palm back and forth twice, and then quickly retracted his hand.

To be honest, when Blind Han rubbed Lao Jiang's head with his hand, this careless farmer didn't feel any difference, but the moment Blind Han withdrew his hand, Lao Jiang immediately felt a lot more awake.

Immediately, Lao Jiang felt a little sore in his body, and with a whimper, he sat up and shook his head, but he didn't feel the slightest discomfort.

In front of Blind Han, after getting dressed, Lao Jiang got off the ground in a hurry, shook his neck back and forth a few times, and after making sure he was all right, he said to the blind Han who was laughing, "This master's workmanship!" It’s not bad, I’ll eat two more corn buns later.”

Blind Han had a disdainful expression on his face. "You can pull it down, it's worth two bucks to waste such a great effort, fuck you."

"Hey, by the way, Big Brother Han, I just can't remember what you said about July!"

"Let me remind you, Huang..."

When Blind Han said this, Lao Jiang slapped his head and remembered something.

It turned out that at the beginning of July this year, Lao Jiang got up very early one morning as usual.This season in the countryside is the time when there is not much work in the fields and the farming is slack.Lao Jiang's daughter-in-law cooks, and Lao Jiang sees that he can't help, as if looking for something to do.

Coincidentally, the villager prayed for rain on June [-]th, and the family shared a few catties of pork.Seeing pork, Lao Jiang thought about eating pork stewed beans.So I picked up the frame by myself, and wanted to go to the field to pick some beans and come back to stew meat.

When Lao Jiang came to the field, wading through the dew and carrying the frame.From a distance, I saw the stick seedlings swaying back and forth in the stick field of my own home.

Waking up early in the morning is recruiting thieves?Lao Jiang was in a hurry at the time, and carrying the basket, he ran into the Bangzi field cursingly, but he went all the way through the Bangzi field and found no one at the other end of the field.

Puzzled, Lao Jiang took a closer look at the bangzi field again, and when he found that there were not a single bongzi missing, he was somewhat rejoiced, so he comforted himself and said, maybe it came from the rabbit runway on the mountain.

Anyway, Lao Jiang didn't catch the thief, so no matter how he guessed it was reasonable.

At that time, the rural farming was always planted with carob in the corn field, and the bean stalks climbed up along the corn stalks, so that the land could be saved for planting other crops, and secondly, the firewood sticks for the bean vines could be saved.

After such a toss, Lao Jiang was still a little embarrassed. Thanks to the fact that there were few people in the field in the morning, if someone really saw him running back and forth in the stick field, he would definitely be surprised that he got up early and lost his nerve.

So I hurriedly picked beans along the furrows. God took care of me this year, and the beans grew very dense. After a short time, I picked a basket full of beans, which happened to be on the ground, and I was ready to go back.

When Lao Jiang came out of the stick field with a basket on his shoulders, Lao Jiang was so frightened by the scene before him that he almost shriveled on the ground.

It turned out that when Lao Jiang got out of Bangzidi, he saw a weasel running out from one side riding a rabbit. The smoky yellow fur shone like gold in the early morning sun.

The gray rabbit, with a low eyebrow and pleasing to the eye, ran quite fast, with an eggplant hanging around its neck, like a bell, rattling and shaking under its neck.

The weasel still had a broken straw hat on his head. This straw hat was really broken. The brim on the side was all unthreaded, leaving only a two-finger-wide brim. It fell off, revealing a hairy head.

Lao Jiang struggled to get out of the stick field, and before he could catch his breath, he saw such a thing all of a sudden, and everyone would have been terrified.But Lao Jiang, whose shock had settled down, burst out laughing after seeing the situation in front of him clearly.

It turned out that the weasel riding on the rabbit was holding a firewood stick in his hand, just like a general, and it was the way he shook his head and tail that made Lao Jiang amused.

Before Lao Jiang could stop laughing, the weasel had already run to Lao Jiang, stopped, and then said to Lao Jiang, "Old man, are you picking beans here?"

As far as mountain people are concerned, it is very common to encounter a dumb mountain animal on weekdays. The weasel who can talk to people, let alone see it, has never heard of it, so Lao Jiang glanced at it cautiously. Did not dare to speak.

Seeing that Lao Jiang ignored him, the weasel didn't think it was a problem, and then asked Lao Jiang: "Old man, do you think I look like a general?" Lao Jiang still didn't dare to talk to him.

This stuff, I still did not give up and repeated it several times.

By now, Lao Jiang understood in his heart that the weasel of feelings has come to ask for his seal.

After many years of practice, when the weasel is about to become a climate, someone must seal it, because according to Xiuxian, people born between heaven and earth are immortals of the earth, and only humans can seal the weasel.

At this time, the weasel will dress up as a human, come to people, and speak human words. You just need to say, look at it like a human, then it can change into a human in the future; if you say it looks like a dog, It can become a dog.

But the one that Lao Jiang encountered was dressed as a general. Naturally, as long as Lao Jiang said that it looked like a general, it was possible that the weasel would become a general, but as the old saying goes, a general cannot be named casually. Because there must be someone with a higher morality, and the weasel can be suppressed only after the weasel is sealed, otherwise, it will be bad for this person.

This is also the reason why Lao Jiang dared not talk to him. Besides, Lao Jiang is very disgusted with this thing now. He was so scared when he came out of the stick field, and the old man is so big or small. I don't want to listen to anyone.

If the other party is a person, you can still argue with him, but such a hairy beast, what can you argue about.

So Lao Jiang tilted his head and scolded it angrily: "Like a fart, I think you look like a dog." After scolding, Lao Jiang still felt puzzled, and kicked the weasel viciously kick.

(End of this chapter)