That morning, Qian Wanguan, who was lying on the bunk in the woodshed on West Street, woke up and felt pain in his body. He groaned a few times and said to himself: In my dream last night, I was taken to the underworld by a cow head or a horse face and was tortured for thirty years. Big board, is this true? Otherwise, why would my body hurt?
He was not resentful at all, with a smile on his face, and suddenly said softly: You deserve it! Who told you to be greedy for money, do evil things, and be extremely stupid?
The family god heard his words, took a bottle of divine water similar to the medical potion in the world, dipped it in with a cotton skewer, approached Qian Wagguan, and while he was turning over, wiped his scarred back and buttocks .
Qian Waguan reached out and touched his body, but he couldn't feel any obvious injuries. But it was always uncomfortable. He gritted his teeth and leaned up. He reached out from under the pillow and took out a small round mirror and looked at it. He found that his back and buttocks were purple. The strange thing is that it doesn't hurt as much as when I just woke up from the dream, and now I even feel a sense of comfort.
How did Qian Waguan know? The household god he couldn't see was carefully treating his wounds with a cotton skewer dipped in potion! Likewise, he couldn't see the door gods like two strong men rushing over to perform professional massage on his back and buttocks, just like a massage therapist treating bruises and bruises giving Qian Wagguan a few pinches and massages. He felt better again.
As soon as he felt comfortable, he felt energetic, got dressed, rolled over, and went to bed. After washing, he immediately carried a urine can to his old and inconvenient Mother Fu, washed her face as usual, and then went to the stove to light firewood and cook breakfast. Go to the old man.
The family god and the left and right door gods gathered together to praise him and talk about the fact that after he fell into a dream last night, his spirit body was taken to the underworld for corporal punishment by the bull head and the horse face.
The family god said that if Wan Guan had not corrected his evil ways and done more good deeds, and practiced chanting Buddha's name, the cow head and horse face would not have released him this time when they captured him.
Zuo Menshen said, of course it is.
The Right Door God said that it seems that people should do more good deeds. No matter how evil a person is, once he repented and changed his mind and became a good person, no matter how big his sin was in the past, even if it was a capital crime, the underworld King of Hell would be able to forgive him. Qian Waguan is a living example.
The family god said that based on his past sins, it would be strange if he didn’t go to hell!
The door gods on the left and right rushed to tell him that Qian Wankuan was practicing now, worshiping and chanting Buddha day and night, and he might be able to be reborn in the Western Paradise. After escaping from the six realms, you may be better than humans or gods. In the future, you will never fall and suffer forever, but will be happy without borders!
On this day, the sun was blazing and it was very hot. No one is buying medicine at Wu Xiaoda Pharmacy, and his son Wu Daode, who is on duty, keeps fanning. At this time, he walked out of the pharmacy door and saw a short, fat man carrying a large vat on his shoulder walking towards him from a distance. He walked closer and closer, then carefully removed the vat from his shoulder and placed it in a shady place on the street. Under a big oak tree.
Wu Xiaoda glanced at the short, fat man and found that he had a sallow face and was wearing a blue shirt with patches. He was squatting down and holding a piece of chalk in his hand to write two words on the outer wall of the big tank: SELL TURN.
Wu Daode murmured dissatisfiedly: Damn it, don't block my business. His voice was so low that the short, fat man didn't hear it, and he was still rubbing his hands around an empty water tank. Wu Daode approached him with a livid face, and was about to scold the short and fat man when a group of customers who were patronizing the drugstore suddenly came on the street, so he returned to the drugstore to take care of business.
After a while, a group of customers, some of whom bought medicine and some who did not, all left the pharmacy. Wu Daode walked out again and saw a lanky man talking to a short and fat man.
The lanky man pointed at the water tank and said, Kuang Guangbu, if you sell it, what will you use to hold the water at home?
Kuang Guangbu replied, bring a bucket to fill the water! I didn't want to sell it at first. There are five people in my family, but now we are experiencing a famine year. You don't know. Kuang Guangjin, to tell you the truth, my wife and I have not had a grain of rice for three days. The three children drank porridge that could be seen a few days ago. Today, there is not even porridge to drink. I had no choice but to carry the only water tank at home and sell it. If I made enough money from the sale, I would go to the grain store to buy some rice to take home for emergency purposes, otherwise all three children would starve. I don’t know if anyone has bought this water tank yet. Alas, there is really no other way to make a living.
Wu Daode suddenly walked over and stamped his foot, scolding Kuang Guangbu, "move the water tank away quickly, don't block the business of our pharmacy."
Kuang Guang was an honest man and looked at him without saying anything, with a dull expression.
Out of fairness, Kuang Guangjin argued on his behalf, Kuang Guangbu put the water jars here to sell, which is far away from your drug store, why do you need him to leave? Besides, he sells water tanks and your pharmacy sells medicines. They are two different things and will not affect your business.
Wu De was at a loss for words. He looked at Kuang Guangbu and said, "Move away!"
Suddenly a carriage drove over, and an old man wearing thin silk and glasses got out of the carriage. He was Wu Xiaoda, the owner of the pharmacy.
Wu Daode rushed up to him, called him dad, then pointed at Kuang Guangbu and said domineeringly, "This man is selling water tanks here, blocking our pharmacy's way of making money. Dad, tell him to get out!"
Unexpectedly, Wu Xiaoda was very reasonable. He reached out and patted Wu Daode on the shoulder and whispered, "Leave him alone."
Kuang Guangjin saw Wu Xiaoda and his son busy unloading the goods from the carriage, and whispered, Guangbu, I want to help the Wu family drugstore unload the goods and get some labor expenses, is that okay?
Kuang Guangbu was also moved. He said, I also want to help unload the goods and get some labor expenses, but I don’t know if this water tank can be sold.
Kuang Guangjin lowered his voice, "I'll ask first. If it's okay, you can also participate in unloading. Of course it's better than selling water tanks." Then he slowly approached Wu Xiaoda and asked with a very respectful look, Boss Wu, do you need help unloading the goods?
Wu Xiaoda was carrying a box of medicinal materials and said there was no need, there wasn't much, so we could move it ourselves.
Kuang Guangjin walked away frustrated.
Wu Daode was also carrying a box of medicinal materials and found Kuang Guangbu staring at him. He yelled angrily, "What the hell are you looking at?" !
When Wu Xiaoda heard his son's slanderous words, he said with a straight face, "Daode", I named you Daode because I hope you will be moral. You just curse people when you open your mouth. You are not moral at all. You really disappoint your father.
Wu Daode carried the boxes of medicinal materials to the pharmacy and stacked them without saying a word.
In the afternoon, as the sun set in the west, the shadow of the oak tree on the street also lengthened, as did the shadow of Kuang Guangbu guarding the water vat.
He was looking forward to selling the water tank that had been sitting here for a long time without anyone paying attention to it, but he couldn't sell it. His body was leaning against the oak tree, and his somewhat dull eyes stared blankly at the superimposed tree shadows and figures on the ground. He even regarded the tree shadows and figures as an illusion, like two intertwined paths extending towards the street, which would lead to a customer buying a water tank.
Perhaps the uncontrollable thought in his heart had an effect. Suddenly, a middle-aged man across the street crossed the street and walked towards him, no! He was walking towards a large water tank that he had kept here for nearly a whole day.
As soon as the middle-aged man arrived, he stretched out his hand to touch the edge of the water tank, from the outside to the inside, and from the inside to the outside. Sometimes he would bend the "V"-shaped joint of his middle finger, just like an old man touching the "hairy chestnut shell" of a naughty child. Knock the edge of the water tank, then tilt your head and listen to it make a clear sound similar to a cymbal. Obviously, the middle-aged man was quite satisfied and looked at Kuang Guangbu again. Then,
How much does this water tank cost?
Kuang Guangbu replied, 50 coins.
The middle-aged man squinted his eyes and smiled, tentatively asking, could it be a little less?
Kuang Guangbu did not answer directly, but asked, what price are you willing to pay?
The middle-aged man said, I am only willing to pay 40 yuan.
Kuang Guangbu felt that after waiting for nearly a whole day, there was no sale. He thought this was a good opportunity and could not miss it, so he said, 40 hangings is 40 hangings, you can take the water tank away after you pay the money!
The middle-aged man untied his belt and was about to pay Kuang Guangbu. Wu Daode, who had been standing at the door of the drugstore, watching and listening to them discussing business, suddenly came over, pointed at the water tank and shouted, "There is a crack at the bottom of the tank."
