Faced with the question from the fourth grandma of the Huang family, I just replied calmly: "Don't worry, young master, I will definitely do what I promise. If I can't do it, I won't make a promise. Just keep it in mind. Ghost Festival If we can’t save the girl’s life, I’ll give it to your Huang family.”
After saying this, the fourth grandma of the Huang family smiled coldly, and then said: "It's cruel enough, then I have to take a closer look!"
After saying this, Mu Qing'er's eyes gradually returned to normal, which meant that the fourth grandma of the Huang family had left.
"Brother Ninth, don't pay attention to what Fourth Grandma said. It doesn't matter if you pass the Ghost Festival or not."
Although Mu Qing'er was betrayed by the fourth grandma of the Huang family, she could clearly hear all the previous conversations.
"Girl, as I said, Ninth Brother will definitely do what he promised. You still have a good time. The Huang family's cousin also needs you, just leave it to me."
I touched Mu Qing'er's head and smiled.
Hearing this, Mu Qing'er smiled: "Yes! I believe Brother Ninth!"
The next day, Mu Qing'er and I left the south and got on the train back to the north. But what we didn't expect was that we met an unexpected person on the way.
"Brother Ninth, what are these two things you bought? They look strange."
In the carriage, Mu Qing'er was sitting by the window, looking curiously at the bacon and vine-like objects I placed on the table.
"Girl, this is called bacon. It is a specialty of western Hunan. When I was a child, my old man brought this thing home when he was helping others. It was very delicious. The other one is not sure. I heard what the local people said it was called. The rattan tea is so popular anyway, so I’ll buy it and give it a try.”
I smiled with a cigarette in my mouth.
Of course, smoking is not allowed inside the carriage. I am just addicted to smoking. It would be better to hold the cigarette in my mouth, otherwise it always feels like my mouth is empty.
"Bacon? We don't seem to have this kind of thing in the north. It smells so bad, a burnt smell."
Mu Qing'er came closer and smelled it. The next moment, she leaned back and covered her nose in disgust.
"Silly girl, what do you know? This bacon can only be made in the south. The climate in the north is so cold that the pork will turn into ice cubes if left overnight."
I explained with a smile.
Bacon, this is one of the few delicacies that I am greedy for in my life. The specific way to eat it was also told by a friend from Chaoshan, Guangdong whom I met later.
Guangdong also has the custom of making bacon. They usually eat bacon by steaming, stir-frying, and frying. I personally prefer steamed bacon, which is to cut the bacon into thin slices with a knife and put it in a pot. When steamed and hot, the flavor should not be too fragrant, because the bacon itself has fat. After steaming, use the fat to pour it on the rice, and it will last three or four bowls.
"Then go back, Brother Jiu, give it to me to try. I haven't eaten it yet."
Mu Qing'er said to me expectantly.
"It's easy. Brother Jiu, I have been cooking since I was a child. If I had waited to rely on the old man at home to get food, I would have starved to death by now."
I casually took the cigarette out of my mouth and joked.
"By the way, Brother Nine, is this vine tea made with water?"
At this time, Mu Qing'er pointed to a group of objects that looked like plant roots and asked.
"Yes, the man said that this vine tea is a local specialty. Especially for someone like me who smokes a lot, you should drink it to soothe your throat and sharpen your lungs. I just bought some for the old man to try."
I picked up a small bunch and rubbed it, and the faint fragrance hit my nose instantly.
In fact, I didn’t drink much tea before I turned 30. Maybe it’s because I’m a northerner, and I can’t accept tea that is so astringent and unpleasant to drink. But it was when I accidentally went to Chaoshan area of Guangdong for business that I became completely connected with tea.
Although I didn’t drink tea at that time, I still had to show off when doing things outside. I had to give face to others when I drank too much or too little. But what really made me unforgettable was “Dan Cong”. I still drink this tea today. And they all came from friends named Chaoshan. At that time, the locals called it "Phoenix Dancong". How can I describe the taste? It is not astringent in the mouth, and it will be sweet and fragrant after staying in the mouth. Anyway, it is very comfortable to drink.
After that, I would make some tea at home from time to time, and over time, I became like a Chaoshan person. I had to have several cups of tea before and after meals. If I didn't drink it for a day, I would feel unwell.
Moreover, I found that drinking tea with a cigarette, the little taste is not to mention very exciting.
Bang bang bang...
However, at this moment, a slight knock on the door suddenly sounded outside the carriage.
"Who?"
I shouted at the top of my lungs.
"Donor, haven't you seen me for a long time, have you forgotten about this little monk?"
The next moment, a familiar voice slowly sounded from outside the door, which immediately made me hold back the words that just came to my mouth.
"Fuck, Kong...Kong Ming?"
My face was full of surprise, because the voice outside was clearly the Buddhist practitioner I met at the Human Skin Inn before, Kong Ming!
"Brother Ninth, isn't he a ghost?"
At this time, Mu Qing'er also picked up the talisman warily, her eyes full of doubts.
Kong Ming, she remembered that she had never noticed the existence of the other party after walking out of the illusion, and he did not even appear when fighting the blood flower. How could he be suddenly on the same train now? This is very puzzling.
"It's not like ghosts. What kind of ghost would be so ignorant that he would find bad luck on your Ninth Brother?"
I patted Mu Qing'er on the shoulder, put the cigarette in my mouth again, and then stepped forward and opened the door of the carriage.
The moment he opened the door, what caught his eye was Kong Ming's familiar and kind smile. Unfortunately, this smile was a bit jarring at the moment.
"Kong Ming? Why are you here?"
I frowned and immediately opened the Yangyang Dao Eye secretly.
As soon as he finished speaking, Kong Ming smiled and explained: "Donors don't have to be so cautious. The monk is not a ghost. There is no need to test with Dharma Eyes."
Hearing this, I stretched out my hand and poked the other person's shoulder, and then asked, "Where did you go? Why didn't I see you at that time?"
"It's a long story. The young monk is also suffering. Donor, why don't you invite the young monk to come in and sit down? Standing like this doesn't seem to be a good way to talk."
Kong Ming said with his hands clasped together.
"If I say that you monks just have a lot of things to do, come in and come in. Why did you say that?"
After confirming that the Kong Ming in front of me was correct, I turned sideways and let him in unhappily.
"Miss Mu, the young monk is polite."
As soon as he entered the door, Kong Ming greeted Mu Qing'er with a smile still on his face.
"Come on, you're such a whiner, sit down and talk if you have anything to say."
Before Mu Qing'er could respond, I stepped forward and forced him to sit on the bed.
"Oh, this matter has to start from the time when I fell into the illusion..."
Not long after he sat down, Kong Ming removed the smile on his face and shook his head helplessly.
