The merchant scratched his head and said, "If you are busy, Mr. Luo, forget it. I will think of other ways."
I was surprised that Shang Jiang was a relatively honest person. During this time of contact, I basically understood his character very well, but he had never taken the initiative to speak to me.
Although I helped him a lot with Miao Jing's matter, he has made so many weapons for me, and he has long since repaid the favor he deserves. If he helps me again, he is just respecting me.
Before I switched to this job, I was busy running around every day. In the past half month, I had been too quiet, so I simply asked the merchant directly, what help did he want from me? Moving house, marriage, or children?
After all, Shang Jiang was young, and although Miao Jing died not long ago, people have to look forward.
I guess that's all he needs.
Shangjiang shook his head quickly and said seriously: "Mr. Luo, I won't consider moving to another house. I can handle other things by myself. The main reason for my help is that I took an old object from my friend's house some time ago. It’s a very powerful piece of copperware, and something happened to their family, so I wanted to find you.”
While talking, the merchant carefully took out a piece of white cloth from his chest. It was bulging and obviously contained something.
After opening it, what was exposed to my sight was a Bagua mirror.
It's just that the surface of the Bagua Mirror has been cracked. It looks like it's made of copper, and the edges seem to be inlaid with gold.
"This bronze mirror is quite old. At that time, their family was considered a famous family in Neiyang City. It was a treasure of the town house. After the family fell into decline, the bronze mirror also cracked. Now, life is getting worse day by day. I thought inadvertently Get up, this thing is coming over, and something happened to his family recently."
Without pausing, Shangjiang continued: "Her daughter met an unkind person, became pregnant, was abandoned by others, and has mental problems... It stands to reason that she has already passed ten months of normal pregnancy, so she should have given birth long ago. That's right, but now she still hasn't given birth, and she stays in the attic every day, and starts crying at night."
"They thought of sending him to the hospital for a check-up, but they felt dizzy when they went upstairs. It took several hours after they woke up. In the end, they couldn't send him away, and they couldn't even meet him."
Shangjiang finished speaking cautiously, and then added: "I think this matter may not be simple. I need to ask my husband to see it, but didn't something big happen some time ago? The knowledgeable gentleman in Neiyang City is dead and crazy. Crazy, the remaining ones have washed their hands and lost sight of things."
I squinted my eyes slightly and nodded.
Those capable gentlemen in Neiyang City all had their troubles when they were dealing with the old man stealing longevity. In fact, the troubles and losses they encountered were far less than those of Changqing Taoist Temple, but they didn't expect that they still caused such a big impact. The shadow is washed away directly in the golden basin.
But then I thought about it, Mr. Feng Shui believed in Feng Shui and fate. I am afraid he felt that this was the end of their bowl of rice and God would reward them for surviving, so he walked away.
"You agreed to go?" Shang Jiang was obviously a little excited.
I hummed and asked the merchant to wait for me for a while while I packed up, had something to eat and set off.
The merchant hesitated for a moment and then said: "By the way, Mr. Luo, their family's situation is actually not that good, and they can't afford much money. I will repair this bronze mirror and give it to you, as if it belongs to their family." remuneration. It should be of considerable use..."
"No problem." I waved my hand and said nothing else.
The merchant still knows the rules and knows that he cannot pay for his master's family. This is the rule of Mr. Feng Shui and Mr. Yin Yang.
Nowadays, I have saved a lot of money to give to my grandma and Xu Shiyu. There is no need to talk too much about benefits when I help merchants.
After a brief wash, I packed up some things, gathered all the things needed to connect the vagina, carried them on my back, and then went to the main room to eat.
After breakfast, Feng Jun went to drive. Shang Jiang was guiding the passenger while I sat in the back seat.
Instead of stuffing all the vaginal equipment into the Tang suit, I packed it in a small wooden box. This wooden box is not as big as the black wooden box my grandma used before. The main reason is that there are a lot less things, and only a few key items are left. of objects.
After driving around the city for about an hour, the car parked outside an old-fashioned community.
After getting off the bus, Shang Jiang led the way, while Feng Jun and I followed behind.
After entering the community, we walked to the end and entered a dirty and old unit door.
The stairs are narrow and filled with a sour smell. The house is too old and no one has cleaned it for many years.
It wasn't until they reached the seventh floor of the top floor that the merchant knocked on the door.
After a moment, the door was opened, and a middle-aged man of about forty or fifty appeared behind the crack of the door. He looked haggard and tired.
"Old Shang? Why are you here? This is..."
The middle-aged man pushed all the doors open. Although he was not in a good condition, his clothes were ordinary, and he even had his back hunched over, his voice was polite and aura.
"Mr. Luo, whom I mentioned to you, comes and sees that this matter can definitely be solved." Shang Jiang said confidently.
Immediately afterwards, Shang Jiang introduced me to his friend's name Tang Zhishu. They usually call each other "Lao Shang" and "Lao Tang".
"Mr. Luo, please come in quickly." Tang Zhishu made a respectful gesture of invitation.
After entering the room and sitting down, he went to pour tea.
I took out Yang Gongpan.
Because since entering this room, the Yang Gongpan on his body has been making rustling sounds.
Holding Yang Gongpan with one hand, he lowered his head and looked at the pointer on it. The pointer formed a rotating needle.
Immediately afterwards, the rotating needle changed again, and it was vaguely about to become a needle. As a result, the needle changed again and returned to the rotating needle.
The merchant looked at me carefully and did not dare to say anything.
