Huh...huh...huh...
A gust of cold wind blew in from the small window on the wall.
Er Niang is sitting at the wind outlet.
Zheng Xiu frowned and complained: "Why are you stuck in the wind?"
Er Niang's lips curled up, but she didn't answer.
Zheng Xiu complained again: "You don't think it's bad luck in prison, so you don't want to come in and wait, right? I'm not afraid of you, so what are you afraid of?"
When the jailer on duty heard this, he thought, "Oh no, that's not good." He secretly thought that this was a huge misunderstanding.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Er Niang's position happens to be facing Master Zheng's beautiful sleeping face.
The jailer didn't know how to explain it, so he stood aside and hesitated, fearing that the rich man would be angry.
"The second mother is afraid of disturbing the master, so I don't blame them. Besides, where the master is, even here, it's like flowers are in full bloom and the mood of spring is full. How can there be any bad luck?"
Er Niang replied lightly, and the jailer nodded quickly, opened the cell door and let Er Niang in.
Erniang opened the food box on the table and dropped it layer by layer. Inside were some exquisite dishes and pastries, all of which were fragrant and still steaming hot.
"While the master was sleeping, Sixth Brother wanted to come and deliver food, so Er Niang thanked me and left."
"Brother Six is a good man."
With his mouth full of delicacies, Zheng Xiu mumbled.
"By the way, have you eaten?"
Erniang shook her head.
"Let's have some of that." Zheng Xiu invited his two mothers to eat together.
The jailer took the initiative to move the stools from outside into the prison.
The second mother sat down and stuffed a bag of silver into her hand.
The jailer smiled brightly and had a clever mind. He left quickly and left the cell door wide open.
After eating to his heart's content, Zheng Xiu suddenly remembered something and couldn't help but laugh: "How long has it been since we had a meal just for the two of us?"
Er Niang looked slightly stunned, and for a moment, she really couldn't answer.
"I remember when I was a child, I just used the savings of the Zheng family to buy the land in Xiangmanlou. I was soon suppressed by other teahouses and restaurants, and they bullied me. Mr. Zheng was young and ignorant, and Xiangmanlou's business was bleak. I couldn't even pay my servants monthly money, so I had to send them all away, leaving us two alone, facing an empty house every day. At that time, it was you, Erniang, who was responsible for cooking for me."
"There are still memorial places for my parents, so they are not empty." The second mother pursed her lips, and when she talked about children, she felt childlike inexplicably, and she replied mischievously.
Zheng Xiu was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a smile: "Yes, there are two elders and the others watching."
"Sir, you have to thank the two elders for their blessings, so that the Zheng family has its current business."
Zheng Xiu curled his lips and argued in a weak voice: "Blessing? I, Zheng, have the wealth I have today because of hard work, struggle, and hard work."
"Yes, yes, it is what you said, sir." Er Niang did not argue with Zheng Xiu. Thinking of Zheng Xiu's bitterness when he started a business from scratch, Er Niang's eyes were slightly blurred, and she sighed with emotion: "Er Niang remembers that, later on, sir, you took care of me. He actually found his connections in the palace, made a life-and-death declaration, and borrowed five hundred thousand taels of silver from his previous minister of household affairs."
"That's called loan sharking. Five hundred thousand taels, three months, and one million in repayment. The mortgage is the land deed of my Zheng family's ancestral home and Xiangman Building. Regardless of whether I can afford to repay the five hundred thousand in the end, the Minister of Household Affairs will pay back one million. The former Minister of Household Affairs didn’t have any good intentions, and even said that he borrowed it for my father’s sake. He was clearly plotting to establish the final foundation of my Zheng family.”
"But sir, you later used five hundred thousand taels to poach all the famous chefs from the top ten restaurants and teahouses in the imperial city, and revitalized Xiangmanlou."
"They are just being unkind to me."
"By the way, sir, where is the previous Minister of Household Affairs?"
"Maybe he felt guilty and his conscience condemned him, so he took the initiative to step down from his post and work in the fields." Zheng Xiu blinked and said half truthfully.
While reminiscing, lunch is over.
Er Niang began to tell her the news one by one.
First, business has been booming recently.
Zheng Xiu nodded.
Then the cause of Shi Wentong's death came out, and Zheng Erniang tried hard not to laugh.
Mr. Zheng looked shocked, and it took him a while to accept the "truth": "How ridiculous this is!"
Next, Er Niang told Zheng Xiu the good news that his tax evasion stigma was about to be washed away and he would see the light of day again.
When Mr. Zheng heard this, he suddenly felt bad.
He actually didn't want to get out of this prison that much.
At the very least, let’s get through the ghosts in Baili Village.
Maybe once he gets through Baili Village, he will be able to understand unparalleled magical powers and travel freely around the world?
Finally, it’s about Baili Village.
"Master, did you remember the name of the village incorrectly? I asked someone to check it, and found that there is a small village on the southern coast called 'Hundred Carp Village'."
"Did you check correctly?"
Erniang shook her head: "It would be fine if we couldn't find the hidden village, but the name Baili Village is really rare. In the Baili Village in the south, there is a legend that there was a fisherman who was good at catching fish in ancient times. One day, he went fishing in the river and picked up a net. With his own strength, he caught a net of red carp and green carp. He counted them one by one, no more and no less, exactly one hundred, half red and half green. Local The villagers thought this was an auspicious sign, so they changed the name of the village to 'Hundred Carp Village' to pray for smooth fishing and a good harvest every year."
Red carp vs. green carp?
That's not it.
Zheng Xiu also thought the name "Bai Li Village" was weird at the time. There are still rules for naming villages. They are either a surname, a certain mountain or a river, or good luck, which generally expresses some kind of wish and peace of mind.
"Do we still need to continue investigating this Baili Village?"
Zheng Xiu is not sure whether Baili Village is in this world now, and Wang Cangyun's position is also weird. A guard with a sword in front of the emperor?
Where did this thing come from?
Zheng Xiu suspected that the Baili Village he entered was in another parallel time and space.
On the contrary, he felt that this conjecture was reliable. As for time travellers, they are familiar again and again. Perhaps it is a coincidence that the clothing and painting style of Wang Cangyun and others are similar to Daqian.
So Zheng Xiu shook his head and said no need for the time being.
Finally, Erniang took out the hollow tube and handed it to the master while they were alone.
Mr. Zheng did not shy away from Er Niang and opened it in front of her. Since Mr. Zheng did not shy away from Er Niang, Er Niang was also curious about what it was.
At first glance, there are some white spots on the top.
Mahjong tiles? Erniang looked strange. There were so many tables in the cornucopia. The master had invented it a few years ago and it had become popular throughout the city in a short period of time.
Er Niang was stunned, moved closer, and lowered her voice: "Is this the weird news you asked Qing Shisan to pass on?"
Zheng Xiu didn't answer.
He held his chin and pondered for a long, long time.
People have no desire to fight tigers, but tigers have intentions of hurting others.
Erniang knows about Qingpiao?
Master Zheng affectionately called Qing Shisan by his nickname in his heart. It seemed that Qing Shisan had taken the initiative to reveal his identity in front of Er Niang.
So, Zheng Xiu understood in his mind, and approached Zheng Erniang to whisper his innermost thoughts.
He casually tapped three times on the silk cloth to remind Er Niang. At the same time, Mr. Zheng asked Er Niang to go to the bank to pick up a banknote of 300,000 taels and hand it over to Qing Shisan without any further questions. Finally, Mr. Zheng said with a solemn expression:
"Just tell Qing Shisan to pick these three crooked melons and keep them ripe."
Er Niang took note and didn't ask any more questions. She was just curious about what she would do if she gave the three hundred thousand taels to a coachman.
Before leaving, Zheng Xiu thought for a moment and asked Er Niang to do a small thing in person: change the account book.
The melon-picking doubts were not resolved, and the order to change the account book shocked Erniang even more. She thought that the master had something wrong with his mind, so she confirmed again and again, pinched her face to confirm that she was not dreaming, and finally believed the master's lies.
Before leaving, Er Niang sprinkled the jailers with the broken silver she had on her body, and walked out of the prison camp amidst the farewell of all the jailers. Qing Shisan was waiting while picking his feet and smoking a cigarette, as if he had made up his mind to be Er Niang's exclusive wife today. The coachman is gone.
"Brother Qing, let's go to the bank to help."
"Hey! The shopkeeper is so polite!"
After getting into the car, Qing Shisan ran forward steadily. When Er Niang was hesitating about how to speak, Qing Shisan turned his back to Er Niang and asked, "Do you have any instructions?"
The second mother whispered to Qing Shisan about the southeast, northwest and middle ones. Finally, the second mother conveyed Zheng Xiu's words word for word: "The master said, pick these three crooked melons and keep them ripe."
"Oh? Are you going to go to the fields?" Qing Shisan drove the car smoothly and laughed loudly. After saying this, Qing Shisan said nothing else along the way.
Until Zheng Erniang obeyed Zheng Xiu's instructions, took out the three hundred thousand taels of silver notes and handed them to Qing Shisan with her own hands.
Qing Shisan, who was squatting aside as inconspicuously as if he were walking around normally, smiled broadly and opened his squinted eyes a little: "Master, you are so generous! This melon should be cooked!"
…
Not to mention that Qing Shisan was about to start picking melons.
Zheng Xiu's side.
He never expected that this ghost could actually hang up!
I took the time to go in and take a look. He was still lying on the ground, fine, nothing happened, everything was safe.
It seems that as long as the avatar is not dead, when his consciousness is withdrawn, the avatar will be still in the ghost world.
People can't move, so what's the progress?
Zheng Xiu thought for a moment and conducted a simple experiment.
Light the oil lamp.
After a while, I went in again, and the wick was a little short.
Very good, progress can be made.
Zheng Xiu recalled the "rule book". The rules did not mention the rules when traveling between the two sides. Most of them were only related to shaking points.
After summing up another hidden rule, Zheng Xiu was in a good mood.
"The atmosphere is quite peaceful."
Zheng Xiu turned over in the village house amid the ghosts, ran out again, and continued to hang up.
After consciousness leaves.
time flies.
The oil lamp inside the house swayed in the calm wind.
The strong man in the room was lying on the floor, motionless, breathing weakly, as if he was asleep.
The next second, the lights went out.
Bo~
A finger as thick as a stick poked open the paper window.
A blood-red eyeball, accompanied by heavy breathing, suddenly moved behind the hole.
"call--"
The smelly turbid air breathed into the house.
