Looking at the actions of the big yellow dog and the two "troublesome little madmen", Zhao Youliang was embarrassed and secretly cruel at the same time.
"Rogue dog, please give me a try. I'll wait for you. I'll definitely blow your balls when I'm done!"
The more I hated Zhao Youliang's attitude in my heart, the more respectful he became: "Brother Dog, Brother Dog, nothing is going on here. You can go home and eat shit."
"I'm going to be busy for a while and I'll go home later."
"Don't worry, I won't delay the incense offering."
The big yellow dog seemed to understand the general meaning of Zhao Youliang, and after a few rounds of fawning circles around Mrs. Yingchun, he carried two puppy legs and walked away with his big butt dangling.
"Quantum, aren't you going home? Is there anything else?" Sister Yingchun asked curiously.
"Yeah. But don't worry, sister, there's no danger."
"I'll ask Li Mao to take you back, and just ask Brother Zhao to accompany me."
Policeman Xiao Zhao first helped Zhao Youliang send back the mahogany box left by the head-officer, and then he asked.
"Quantum, why do you want me to accompany you?"
"We can't go too far. I'm afraid there will be a police dispatch in the station."
Zhao Youliang got into the passenger seat and fastened his seat belt while replying: "If you don't go out, you will just wander around the town."
After a while, police officer Xiao Zhao understood what Zhao Youliang was doing by "turning around":
It turned out that he couldn't worry about the residents of the town after all, and was worried that the three evil ghosts would harm people.
So I took pen, ink and yellow paper and drew the kind of "ghost-suppressing charm" that was pasted on the door of Lao Qiao's house, and pasted it on the door from house to house.
A discovery made during this process made Zhao Youliang continue to curse Guo Zhengde and his group while "working".
It turns out that the five major local families have talismans posted on their doors.
The talisman made of yellow silk has Sanskrit characters painted on it. You can tell at a glance that it was made by the big fat lama.
As for ordinary residents other than the five major families, no one has been given any subsidies.
"You bastards, they deserve retribution. They are so bad!"
After almost two hours of busy work, Zhao Youliang failed to evenly absorb the rain and dew until he used up all the yellow paper, pen and ink he brought.
Of course, he also has selfish motives and gives priority to those who are good to himself and Mrs. Yingchun.
For example, Brother Chen Weichen's house has five talismans posted on it, and the doors and windows don't even have the vents for the range hood...
After trying his best, Zhao Youliang returned to the paper-making shop, just in time to burn incense for the two dolls.
In the past, when he was offering incense, Zhao Youliang would finish his task and leave immediately, not daring to stay for a moment or say anything nonsense.
But this time, for some unknown reason, he actually whispered softly.
"Two eldest brothers and eldest sisters, we have known each other for such a long time. Is everything okay, little brother?"
"We just want to ask, are the ghosts who keep harming people one after another sent by you?"
"If you send them, can they only deal with those who have harmed you? Let others go."
"They are also poor people...it is not easy for them."
As soon as Zhao Youliang finished speaking, the light in the paper shop began to flicker violently.
Then all the paper figures came to life, turned their heads, and stared at Zhao Youliang with scarlet eyes.
This terrifying scene immediately startled Zhao Youliang, and he quickly bowed to the puppet.
"Brother and sister, don't be angry. I'm wrong. Isn't that okay?"
"I will never talk nonsense again, and I will give you three more sticks of incense!"
As Zhao Youliang spoke, he hurriedly took three sticks of thick incense and lit them with a gold lighter instead of the matches he usually used.
After lighting the incense, he conveniently placed the lighter on the altar table in front of the two dolls.
At this moment, something magical happened:
The lights no longer flickered on and off, and the paper people closed their eyes as if their phones were turned off.
Even the temperature in the paper shop has risen a lot.
When Zhao Youliang saw this, he thought his begging for mercy had worked.
He quickly climbed down from the ladder, slipped into the quilt and went to sleep.
In the dream, there was still the old man preaching, and there was still the young monk who turned into an adult after putting on a mask, demonstrating to him the "selflessness" of the three secrets of swordsmanship.
...
No matter how late he slept, Zhao Youliang always got up on time to open the business.
While sighing "the wind is rustling and the quilt is cold", he pushed open the door of the paper shop.
At the same time, he asked flatteringly towards the direction of the kennel: "Brother Dog, have you and the two little princes gotten up?"
"You three can eat whatever you want."
What flattered Zhao Youliang was that the big yellow dog actually responded after hearing his voice.
He lazily got out and dropped a packaged cold skin meat bun at Zhao Youliang's feet.
The meaning in his eyes is quite obvious: "Eat, I will reward you!"
Zhao Youliang was stunned and speechless for a long time.
Who is the master between me and the rogue dog? Who supports whom?
After a short while, Zhao Youliang finally came to his senses: I beg you, what can I do even if I am raised by a dog? I can at least save breakfast money.
Saving fifteen or six yuan a day means nearly five hundred yuan a month, or more than six thousand a year!
Wouldn't it be nice to have this money to buy nutritional supplements for my adoptive father? Isn’t it good to buy postgraduate entrance examination materials for girls?
As soon as he thought of this, the humiliation of being raised by a dog disappeared in Zhao Youliang's heart, and he accepted the "food that came to him" with a flattering face.
He kept nodding and bowing to the big yellow dog: "Thank you, Taijun, thank you, Taijun!"
As for how you got this big yellow dog for breakfast, needless to say?
Extorting small traders!
Who dares to ask a rogue dog for money? If you ask him for money, it's really like a mouse working as an escort for a cat--it costs your life to make money!
After finishing this "stomach meal", Zhao Youliang walked towards the bun shop.
I bought one steamed bun and one tofu noodle to deliver to Uncle Liu who came yesterday.
To be honest, Zhao Youliang has done more than most of his peers in respecting the elderly.
While waiting for his boss to pack his bags, Zhao Youliang pricked up his ears and listened to the conversations of the people around him.
He wanted to know whether the dirty things that came out last night were harmful to anyone, and whether the paper charms he had put up all night were useful.
The good news is that no one died in the town last night and everyone was safe;
The bad news is that Zhao Youliang, who did good deeds without leaving his name, was scolded: "I don't know who is so wicked, posting 'ghost symbols' door to door."
"It's still glued with 502 glue. It's particularly difficult to peel off!"
"Even if I try to tear it off, the mark on it can't be wiped off!"
"It's so damn wicked!!"
After listening to the above conversation, Zhao Youliang looked at the sky and was speechless.
After a long time, he exhaled a long breath: This is the so-called hero's loneliness!
Forget it, how can I love you!
Anyway, our goal of saving people has been achieved, so go ahead and scold me!
Tonight I went door to door and posted them with 502 glue! !
With the attitude of breaking the jar, Zhao Youliang carried the packed breakfast and headed towards the coffin shop.
Looking at the figure from the back, it seems quite sad that a hero is lonely.
However, what he didn't know was that the dirty things didn't come out to harm anyone. Is it really the function of the talisman? !
