After Bai Gou's consciousness woke up, he still didn't understand how the dream situation had anything to do with him.
Fan Li told it that the white dog you dreamed of was yourself. That girl named Tian Fang is Ma Yi who was reincarnated after death. She was killed by Carpenter Gong when she was a woman. As a dog, you dug up her body from the mound and committed the crime, and then arrested the murderer Carpenter Gong. Fufa has undoubtedly avenged her, so Ma Yi will be very kind to you in this life, so it can be regarded as repaying your kindness! As for the murderer, Carpenter Gong, he has also been reincarnated. He is the fat pig Master Gong who repairs shoes in Beiling Town that you are familiar with. Now you should understand! Why did Fat Pig Master Gong want you and Ma Yi to die? It's because there was a grudge between the three of you in the past life. How can he not hate you? As a dog, if you don't dig up Tian Fang's body buried in the mound, the case will not be solved, and he may spend his life in peace. Therefore, I advise you not to repay Ma Yi for his kindness to you, nor to repay Master Gong, the fat pig, for his kindness to you. Why should you care about those things now that you no longer have a physical body?
The white dog's spiritual consciousness understood a little bit, and he said, I will not complain, but kindness must be repaid. Repaying kindness should be a virtue, right? Fan Li replied, "That's true, but it's not the right time for you to repay Ma Yi's kindness." He is weak in fortune and wealth in this life. Even if you ask me to help him make a fortune, he will not be able to make it and there is a risk of losing his life. In other words, it harmed him.
Bai Gou's consciousness became uneasy. It said, then how can I repay the favor?
In the future life, when he has accumulated merits and is reborn in a good land, it will be easy for you to come and ask me to help him get rich, and he will be able to carry the wealth. As the saying goes, virtue carries wealth, this is the truth. He can be considered virtuous now, but if he is not virtuous, wealth cannot hold him. Fan Li explained.
The white dog's consciousness kept shaking its head. It said, I agree with Fan Caishen's point of view, but Ma Yi needs more help in this life. In the future life, he will be able to accumulate merits and have God's help, so he still needs me to ask you for help. Help him for what?
Fan Li stroked his black beard, smiled, and then said: Of course what you said makes sense, but whether it is God's help or earth's help, it all depends on fate. Even if I help him make a small fortune, it still requires fate. The white dog's spiritual consciousness was close to Fan Li, and he suddenly jumped up and stretched out a tongue as soft and red as a peony to lick Fan Li's finger, expressing his kindness, and then said, Lord Fan Caishen, it is a fate for me to meet you, otherwise, It’s hard to meet...
Fan Li waved his hand: You won't say any more, I know, just let me help the benefactor you mentioned named Ma Yi make a small fortune!
The white dog's consciousness barked "woof, woof" several times to express his gratitude! Then he saluted Fan Li, whose attitude became amiable, and left.
In the real world, it is almost impossible for Ma Yi to make a fortune by picking up rags and pulling carts, and he can only keep himself from going hungry. That day, he pulled the cart full of junk out of Majiazhuang and planned to sell it to the Beiling Town Waste Recycling Station in exchange for some small money. On the way, he met the fat girl he was familiar with. Because of his low self-esteem, he lowered his head and refused to look at anyone. He parked the cart aside and let the girl pass. Unexpectedly, the girl did not go over immediately, but stood in front of Ma Yi and said with a smile, Brother Ma, it is difficult for you to save money by collecting rags! Let me tell you something. The Jintian Brewery, which is 20 kilometers south of the village and close to the county seat, is recruiting people to transport beer. You can apply for the job and you might be able to get hired. Isn’t this much better than picking up rags and pulling a pallet truck?
OK, I'll try it. Ma Yizheng was about to start and put the straps of the trolley on his shoulders. He suddenly said to the girl, "Hey, what's your last name?" You care so much about me, why don't you just let me remember your name? Although I can't repay you, I can miss you!
My surname is Zou, you can just call me Xiao Zou. Miss Zou didn't say her name. She didn't think it was necessary to say her name, so she smiled at her again. Two beautiful wine dimples appeared on his smiling face. No matter how beautiful she was, Ma Yi felt that he was not qualified to appreciate her, so he didn't even look at her, buried his head, just said a dull thank you to Xiao Zou for his advice, then pulled the cart and left without looking back.
Ma Yi's cart of rags was exchanged for 12 yuan. He was quite satisfied and planned to continue walking around the area with the empty cart to pick up rags. Suddenly remembering what Miss Zou said, he slowly walked along the road to the county town, still pulling the empty cart. When he got to the road with the market town, he could pick up some rags and put them on the empty cart. He hoped to keep the empty carts full and exchange them for some small money.
Of course, the most important thing now is to apply for a job at Jintian Brewery. It was already noon when he arrived at the factory. There was indeed a porter recruitment notice posted at the gate of the factory. He looked at it again and again and felt that he had hope, because the notice emphasized one sentence: Those who are healthy and can endure hardships and stand hard work are welcome to apply. When he thought about it, these two conditions were met. Not only was he in good health, he was also muscular and powerful. To use a dialect to describe it, he had the strength to beat an ox to death. Not to mention hardworking, he When picking up rags, the wind is always the wind, the rain is the rain, and the scorching sun is not afraid of getting tanned.
Ma Yi always felt that he was qualified for this task. At noon that day, he parked the trolley on the roadside under the shade of trees and waited for two or three hours. He was feeling a little hungry. There was a snack bar not far ahead. It was said that he could buy steamed buns or noodles to eat. He wanted to satisfy his hunger, but he didn't go. He wanted to wait until the afternoon to apply for the job successfully, and then buy some food as a souvenir to celebrate that he had found a new job.
He had a good idea and was very confident. When it was time to go to work in the afternoon, Ma Yi saw many employees coming from outside and entering through the door. He also got up and wanted to follow him in to apply for a job in the HR department of Jintian Brewery, which is in charge of this matter. , when I walked to the factory gate, I saw a young man walking out of the door wearing a green factory uniform with an advertisement like "Jintian Beer" printed on it. He tore up the recruitment notice posted on the wall next to the door. Lose.
If you don't tear it off immediately, there will always be some marks on the wall, so wipe it with a wet rag. Ma Yi walked over, reached out and tapped the young man on the shoulder: Excuse me, aren't you recruiting porters? Why did you tear it off again? The young man turned back to look at him and replied, "We are full, why are you still posting this recruitment notice?" When that person comes, we find it hard to explain, so we just tear it up.
Ma Yi was like a deflated rubber ball. He didn't want to let out all his anger, so he puffed up his chest and patted it. Fortunately, he asked, "I am healthy and young. Can you apply for my job?" I waited here all afternoon. The young man said, "No, the recruitment is full. If you wait all day long, even if you wait all day, or even a whole year, it won't work. Not to mention your good health, even if you have three heads and six arms, we can't have you."
You said it very well. Ma Yi dropped these words and returned unhappily to his truck parked under the shade of a tree on the roadside with a small amount of garbage piled on it. The deer looked left and right, as if he didn't know whether to leave or to rest here for a while. He had no idea at the moment. I smell a bad smell again. Where does it come from? Not sure, he looked down and found that one of his green rubber-soled sneakers on his left foot had stepped on a piece of shit. What kind of shit was it? You know it right away, it’s bullshit.
He hurriedly wiped the ground vigorously. It was impossible to wipe it all clean. He kept muttering that if he stepped on dog shit, he should have bad luck and make a windfall. Maybe not just make a fortune now, but make a fortune. I can't even make a fortune. I came here to apply for a job and want to have a stable job. The opportunity to make a small fortune has passed me by, let alone trying to make a fortune.
