Uncle Hua was lying on the bed, his stomach was really hurting. At this moment, he heard someone knocking on the door of his room again. The sound was clear and passionate. Soon, Aunt Hua opened the door of the room, and that person came in again. Divine fortune teller. The fortune teller knew that Uncle Hua was sick, so he entered his room and sat on a chair for a while, drinking the tea that Aunt Hua poured for him.
"Master came just in time. My man is sick again. I just want to ask Master to take a look. He has not eaten for several days." Aunt Hua looked at Master and said.
"It's okay. Just take a dose of my medicine and I'll be fine. I'm sure it won't be a problem at all." The fortune teller said.
"That's right, that's right." Aunt Hua complimented. In front of the gods, as an ordinary woman, she can only respect her like a god. Otherwise, let alone the consequences, she would be scared to death.
Xiaohua stood aside and said nothing, feeling that this matter was inappropriate, but she also felt that she was a quiet person, so she didn't dare to say anything for a while. Hearing his father keep shouting that his stomach hurts, he was helpless for the moment, so he had to listen to the master. Otherwise, at this serious moment, life is really at stake, and who would dare to say a word?
Aunt Hua cooked a pig's head for Master. This was what the family planned to cook during the Chinese New Year, but she was reluctant to eat it, so she kept it until today. In order for Uncle Hua to cure his illness, she took it out to Master to eat. The fortune teller hadn't eaten meat for an unknown amount of time, and he had lost weight due to hunger. At this moment, he saw this waxed pig head, which had been carefully cooked by Aunt Hua and added with many spices. The aroma was overflowing for a while.
The fortune teller was no stranger to eating such delicious food, and Aunt Hua also deliberately paired the pig head with dragon meat. The fortune teller didn't care about anything for a while, and ate and drank in Uncle Hua's house. In order to make the fortune teller eat as much as possible, Aunt Hua didn't even touch a piece of meat. Xiaohua couldn't stand the temptation of the smell and ate a piece of meat while Aunt Hua wasn't paying attention, so she was beaten by Aunt Hua. pause.
This pig head weighing more than ten kilograms is not something that the fortune teller can eat at all. However, considering that the ingredients are very fine, and the dragon meat is beneficial to the body, there is no need to say that even if it is exhausted for a while, it will Eat it. I originally wanted to take some back, but I felt that as a master, it was not very elegant to do so, so I gave up the plan for a while.
And Uncle Hua was lying in his room, shouting that his courage was aching, and even crying, because at this point, almost no one was around him. Uncle Hua even scolded his mother. How come those people who were usually nice to him disappeared one by one at this time?
After eating like this all afternoon, Shen Suanzi was originally thin, but after this afternoon of eating and drinking, he gradually became fatter. Moreover, the voice of the speaker is no longer the same as before, but has become rich and powerful. For a moment, he is bossy and a little drunk. Who else does the fortune teller have eyes for at this time?
"Master, you have become fat." Aunt Hua looked at the fortune teller and said.
"Oh, yes... I'm fat, hahaha!" The fortune teller smiled.
However, when I looked at Hua Bo, he was lying on the bed. Because the disease was not treated and no one was taking care of him, he was very desolate for a while. At this point in life, life really has no meaning. However, Uncle Hua also wanted to get up and eat some of the fortune teller's bacon, but he couldn't crawl or move even half a step, so he had to lie on the bed half dead, cursing his mother.
The fortune teller was originally admiring the scenery of the deserted village, watching the small river go eastward, and by the small river, a boy and a girl were talking. However, I suddenly heard someone scolding me, and it was right next to me. I walked up to him while I was drunk, and I realized that this person was angry.
"Which one are you scolding?!" The fortune teller roared angrily, and because the fortune teller's voice was too loud, a tile fell down and shattered the Hua Bo's house.
Hua Bo heard such a big and strong man standing at his door. As soon as he stood there, the room became dark. He didn't dare to curse for a while, but just kept shouting. His stomach was hurting. Seeing that Uncle Hua didn't dare to say anything, the fortune teller ignored him for a while. He was about to pick his teeth with a toothpick, but because he scolded him too hard just now, he already had diarrhea.
"Is there a toilet?" Shen Shuanzi asked Aunt Hua at this time.
"Yes, but it's a bit far away. It's only about ten miles from here." Aunt Hua answered.
At this time, he may have heard the fortune teller yelling at his man, and he suddenly came up with an idea to punish this man. In fact, the toilet in her house is only about ten meters away.
"It's too late." The fortune teller was peeing in Aunt Hua's main room at this time because he ate too much and cursed with all his strength. Suddenly, he heard that the toilet was so far away. There was no choice but to make do with Aunt Hua's main room.
The shit the fortune teller pulled out was so voluminous and smelly that Aunt Hua covered her nose and found that there were some roundworms crawling around in the shit. Aunt Hua originally wanted to sweep away the shit before talking about it, but she heard Uncle Hua scolding her softly again, saying that her stomach hurt like crazy, as if she felt like there were bugs biting inside.
In fact, Uncle Hua's stomach was just filled with a few roundworms. At this time, he invited a fortune teller, and it was cured. Because he ate too much, he already pooped a lot of shit in his main room. Even though he had pooped so much, the master still didn't poop enough. He kept pooping and even pooped out the dragon meat he had just eaten.
After he finished pooping, it seemed to him that this person was almost the same as when he came in, and was no longer so fat. Then I asked Aunt Hua where the patient was, and I needed to see a doctor.
"That's the one who was lying on the bed and said he had a stomachache." Aunt Hua said.
"It's not difficult. You first look for a bug in the shit I pooped out. If you can't find a bug or something, there is no cure for this disease. If you find a bug, it's easy. Just eat the bug. Now, if you go to the mountains to burn some paper and say nice words to an old man who is plowing the fields, your stomach will stop hurting." Shen Shuanzi said this.
"I won't eat such dirty food!" Uncle Hua was the first to refuse while lying on the bed, and even kept beating the bed. If he ate the roundworm, what would people think of him if the news spread?
"If you kill someone with your head chopped off, you won't eat it. As long as it can cure the disease, why wouldn't you dare to eat it?" Aunt Hua scolded.
When Uncle Hua heard that someone wanted to eat such dirty food, he wanted to get up and hit him. However, because of his illness, he couldn't get up after crawling for a while, so he lay down quietly for a while. On the bed. Because of his anger, Uncle Hua closed his eyes and started cursing again.
But when Uncle Hua was scolding his mother, Aunt Hua put a roundworm pulled out by the fortune teller into a bowl and placed it in front of Uncle Hua, asking him to eat it no matter what. Because this is the medicine prescribed by the fortune teller, if you don't take it, your stomach will not be well for a while.
Uncle Hua couldn't do anything for the moment. His stomach was already in severe pain. If he didn't take medicine, he might be in trouble. Then I took the medicine prescribed by this divine fortune teller. Aunt Hua also hurriedly went up the mountain, holding some tools and other things, and was going to burn some paper for an old man on the mountain.
Aunt Hua arrived at the mountain, but after waiting for a long time, she still didn't see a single figure. She yawned for a while. When she was about to leave, she found that there was really such an old man plowing the ground on the mountain. I quickly burned some paper money for it. I was quite scared at this time, but for the sake of Uncle Hua, I couldn't care so much. Otherwise, if my stomach hurts, it would definitely not be a problem.
However, after all this trouble, Uncle Hua's stomach still didn't get better, and when he looked at the fortune teller again, he had already disappeared. At this time, Xiao Hua put her father on her back and headed towards Lu Zhen. . It seems that if this disease is not treated by a doctor, it may be possible.
When they arrived in Luzhen, Uncle Hua's family had to pass by the stall of the fortune teller. When he saw the fortune teller, Uncle Hua scolded his mother again, but the fortune teller said that the reason why this disease is bad is just because Uncle Hua Scolding. You have offended the gods. Otherwise, why would it not be good?
Hearing what the fortune teller said, Uncle Hua's family lowered their heads and kept silent. At this time, they headed straight to the hospital. Sure enough, after arriving at the hospital and taking some medicine, the disease was cured. Uncle Hua's family returned to the deserted village.
After he recovered from his illness, Hua Bo still burned a lot of paper on the mountain, otherwise it might not be enough to relieve the gods. Uncle Hua had already seen how terrifying the gods in deserted villages were. His stomachache was so common, not to mention other things. If he didn't show more respect, he didn't know what other shocking and strange things would happen.
When I got to the mountain, I found that under the night, I seemed to see an old man again, to be more precise, it was Shaoqiu's grandfather. Shaoqiu's grandfather was plowing there again. Uncle Hua felt for a moment that Shaoqiu's grandfather was nothing more than that. He had been afraid of everyone in his life, but he was not afraid of Shaoqiu. Now he was no longer afraid of Shaoqiu's grandfather.
Yes, Uncle Hua is not afraid of the grandfather who is a scholar. Isn't it because my stomach hurts because of Grandpa Shaoqiu? At this time, I really gritted my teeth and thought about what this ghost is so special. I want to scare myself, squirt!
Of course, Shaoqiu's grandfather Hua Bo is not afraid of other people's grandfathers, such as the gangster's grandfather. If Hua Bo sees this, how can he be scared to death? At this time, he was also afraid, but then he thought about it. But even if he is Shaoqiu's grandfather, he can also be Shaoqiu's grandfather, so why should he be afraid for a moment?
Hua Bo originally wanted to fight the ghost at this time, but he still felt something was wrong. But scolding is inevitable, so instead of burning paper for it, he kept scolding, but the old man, for some reason, maybe because he was a little deaf, didn't seem to hear it for a while.
