In front of General Shi Temple.
It was already a bustling crowd.
After hearing the news, the villagers couldn't help but gather together with fear and hope. Even the patrol gods in the city were also alerted, crouching and watching from the air.
After all, people are like drops of water, which together form a flood. Once they gather together, no matter how cowardly they are, they will develop some fanaticism and courage.
For example, now, the crowd is surrounding Hua Weng as he returns to his residence. The leader, Hua Weng, is still worried, but the crowd begins to shout and rejoice inexplicably, as if they have achieved some unwarranted victory, as if the crisis presented by the Cave City is no longer worth mentioning. .
Until he was blocked by a small group of people.
The first person to greet him was a middle-aged man. He was well-dressed, his attitude was very respectful, and he never straightened his waist when speaking.
"Oh! Is Mr. Hua originally here? Is he still okay? It's really a hard search for this junior."
"Who are you?"
"Old Hua is joking, junior Sun Bingcheng."
"Shu's eyes are dim. I just saw him from a distance. He looked like a human but not a human. He looked like a dog but not a dog. Now I'm getting closer. It turns out it's shopkeeper Sun. Why haven't I seen him for a few days? His appearance has changed."
The man's smile froze on his face.
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"Who is this person?"
Li Changan asked in the crowd.
Huangwei replied:
"He is the old man Hua who designed the trap."
"You still dare to enter Fuguifang?" Li Changan asked curiously, "You are quite courageous."
"If he had a bad egg, how could he help the tiger?"
Huang Wei quietly pointed at the men walking behind Sun Bingcheng. All of them have strong bodies and arrogant postures, and none of them seem to be kind.
"The man at the head is named Luo Mingyong, nicknamed 'Tian Bu Shuo', and he is Luo Zhenguang's younger brother."
Li Changan remembered the name "Luo Zhenguang". He was the leader of a big gang in the city, "Chaoyixin", and he was called the Ghost King Grandpa in Cave City.
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There was laughter everywhere.
Sun Bingcheng didn't get angry. He quickly glanced around and saw that the villagers had surrounded him from all sides.
His waist was bent even lower.
"It's probably because I'm worried about my old age, and I feel haggard without realizing it."
"Worried old man? You are worried about the Di store, right?" Hua Weng said sarcastically, "There are still five days before the acceptance date in the contract, and shopkeeper Sun is urging me more urgently than Wu Chang!"
Sun Bingcheng waved his hand and said, "I don't dare."
"Mr. Hua misunderstood me too much, but I am loyal to Mr. Hua. This time..." He paused, looked at his companions behind him, and then took a deep breath, "It's really a great thing. We need to inform Mr. Hua."
The surroundings suddenly became noisy, mixed with countless obscenities.
Is there something good in this movie about killing a thousand swords? It's nothing more than a weasel giving New Year greetings to a chicken.
Hua Weng asked everyone to be quiet and see what other tricks he had.
Sun Bingcheng grunted twice and continued: "Master Luo asked me to tell you that there was a misunderstanding about the granary. Chaoyixin has no intention of intervening in Fuguifang. But he does want to acquire the Di store. Master Luo said that as long as You are always willing to transfer the land deed, not only can you pay three times the high price, but you will also bear the compensation for the breach of contract in the granary."
It's really shameless.
Hua Weng snorted and didn't want to pay attention.
But the people around him could no longer hold back their anger and rebuked him angrily.
"You bastard, you are still pretending to be here!"
Sun Bingcheng was still trying to argue at first: "How can we be so hypocritical about a method that is beneficial to both parties?"
"Bah! If you hadn't deliberately deceived me, how would you be today!"
"How can this written in black and white on the deed be a lie?!"
Sun Bingcheng's sophistry naturally aroused more anger. A young man gritted his teeth: "Why are you chatting with him? He is just a running dog! He should be skinned." The people around him shouted together and wanted to take action.
Sun Bingcheng was so frightened that he backed away repeatedly, but Luo Yong raised his hand to stop him and slapped him hard on the shoulder. Ignoring the crowd's anger, he stepped forward with his arms folded, almost pressing his chest to the young man's fist.
"dog?"
Luo Yong spat and asked angrily.
"Whose dog?!"
"Of course..." The young man suddenly swallowed his words as he spoke, suppressing his face to turn red.
"What?" Luo Yong looked disdainful, "Don't you dare to say? Okay! I'll tell you for you."
He cupped his hands and bowed in the direction of the city.
"It's the dog of the Cave City! It's the dog of the old man, the Dharma King of the Ten Directions' Mighty Virtue!"
"The Dharma King of the Mighty Virtue of the Ten Directions" floated like an invisible hand, and in an instant, it strangled the throats of the people in the audience. It is said that people in Qiantang worship ghosts and gods. Are they more pious than others? No, it's because they are closer to ghosts and gods!
Luo Yong raised his head and looked around. Wherever he looked, some of the crowd suppressed their anger, some timidly averted their eyes, and some tried their best to move away from the ditches on the street that were rumored to hide ghosts.
With the power of ghosts and gods, why is the resentment of mortals worth mentioning?
Luo Yong was so satisfied that he sneered and turned to Hua Weng.
He cupped his fists and called out: "Old husband."
Hua Weng looked at him coldly.
Luo Yong didn't take it seriously and said to himself:
"You are a guest of the Thirteenth Family, and you are one of the most important people in and outside the city. But my brothers, Chao Yixin, are just poor men hanging around in the street. How can I have the guts to attack you? Your old restaurant is ours. Want it? No! It’s Cave City who wants it, it’s Dharma King who wants it!”
Hua Weng remained silent.
Luo Yong's tone was full of playfulness:
"Please consider it carefully during these five days. Just think of it as helping me and yourself."
After that, he turned around and left.
There were also many spirited men in the brown-clothed gang, and they silently stopped him, but Hua Weng waved his hand to let him go.
He became more and more proud, laughed and walked away.
Sun Bingcheng still wanted to say a few polite words, but when he saw the sad and angry eyes of the people around him, he didn't dare to talk nonsense. Like a frightened dog, he tucked his tail behind his master's heels and walked away.
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Sun Bingcheng and Haiping left, leaving behind a basin of ice water that extinguished the fanaticism in Fuguifang, and people fell back into the cold reality.
Five days to go.
Hua Weng will lose his store.
The Ghost King Temple will rise from the ground in Fuguifang.
Everyone will lose their only remaining place to live, and then wander into ravines.
Silence enveloped the people. People looked at their backbone, but Hua Weng remained silent, as if he was caught in some kind of fierce inner struggle that he could not extricate himself from.
a long time.
Someone hesitantly suggested that we should seize these five days to build the granary.
Someone immediately retorted.
It turns out that although the granary can be converted from a warehouse and a ready-made beam and column frame is available, according to the contract, the granary has certain specifications.
The walls had to be changed from the original earthen wood to masonry, and the roof had to be made of green tiles instead of thatch.
Because Qiantang is humid and rainy, the ground must be raised and suspended to prevent moisture; and the floor must be laid in three layers, one layer of sand, one layer of straw, and one layer of wooden boards to prevent moisture.
The craftsmen who were working on the construction some time ago were just pretending, and the progress of the renovation was worrying. Before leaving, they pretended to have a fight and smashed the inside of the building into a mess, making the renovation more difficult.
What's more, all the merchant guilds in the city were threatened by Chao Yixin and did not dare to get involved.
Firstly, time is tight, secondly there are no craftsmen, and thirdly there is a shortage of building materials. What can be done?
People have thought of many ways, but under the obstacle of the Cave City, it is difficult to achieve it, which only adds to the bleakness.
The edge of the crowd.
Huang Wei asked Li Changan: "How would a Taoist priest resolve this crisis?"
"Me?" Li Changan thought for a moment and shook his head, "Hua Weng will definitely not use my method."
Li Changan is a lone traveler in troubled times, while Hua Weng is the leader of a gang that works hard in the city. The two have completely different styles of dealing with things.
Huang Wei was smart and understood immediately. He gave a thumbs up. He learned this from the Taoist priest.
"Taoist Master and Hua Lao are the best heroes, and they have to shoulder all the affairs of the world." He paused and said with a smile, "But the big guys' things have to be done by the big guys."
Say it.
shouted:
"I thought there was something big and difficult, but it turns out it's just a few granaries. Isn't this a trivial matter?"
Everyone was panicking. After hearing this, they quickly looked around and saw that it was Huang Tail. They were immediately disappointed.
Some people even yelled: "You idiot! Do you think the granary is like a mushroom that can grow out of you just by soaking it in dog urine?"
Huangwei struggled to squeeze into the center of the crowd and replied with a smile: "Of course Huangwei can't do it."
"But there are so many uncles, aunts, brothers and sisters here..." He slowly looked around at everyone, and finally bowed to Mr. Hua, "As long as Mr. Hua is willing to speak, what can't be done?"
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The craftsmen in the guild were afraid to take over the renovation of the granary, but the guilds were not the only ones with craftsmen.
For example, Da Han and his compatriots were ghosts, so they had no chance to join the guild, but they were the best masons and knew a few other crafts for building houses.
But we can't rely entirely on them to meet the deadline within five days.
The business of the Ten Money God is becoming more and more prosperous, and many dead people with skills come to the door, hoping to become a "house god". Huangwei summoned all the bricklayers, carpenters, etc., and they were willing to work hard for Hua Weng, the patron of the lonely ghost.
So I rushed into the warehouse that day and cleaned it up.
The next day, when the sky was bright, the shops along the street of Fuguifang were all closed. It was said that they had agreed to repair the yard together today.
The courtyard walls were all torn down, but the bricks and stones were stacked one by one. The men working hard at the dock came uninvited and carried the bricks and stones into Hua Weng's construction site, along with the rice shop supplies. The processed aged glutinous rice was also carried over.
So, the next day, the ghost craftsmen picked out the usable bricks, cooked the mortar, and repaired the brick wall of the granary.
And the next day.
Before dawn, the Salesian Hospital returned to its original thatched roof overnight. Li Changan and others carried the green tiles removed overnight to the construction site, but in the mist, they bumped into several groups of similarly "sneaky" figures. No one communicated with each other, they just bowed hands and left, leaving behind piles of tiles.
So, on the third day, the roof of the granary was sealed.
The next day again.
The construction site was noisy early in the morning, and people kept coming and leaving in a hurry. Some of them brought mud and sand, scraped from the walls of their houses; some brought wooden boards, which were taken out of the door frames; some brought straw and reeds, which were taken from the bed; some even brought A water tank for storing water and fire prevention was moved in. It was originally the family's broken rice tank.
So, on the fourth day, the floor of the granary was laid.
On the fifth day, it was time for acceptance.
The belated Taoist priest from Zengfu Temple nodded his head and said "congratulations" to Hua Weng under the eager and anxious eyes of the crowd.
The fact that the granary was built in five days has already spread throughout Qiantang, and it can be said that everyone knows it.
So when Hua Weng tremblingly took the banknote handed over by the Taoist, and the crowd around him began to cheer heartily, the pampered monk from the Thirteenth Family just frowned and did not scold people for their "presumptuousness".
But when he was about to leave, he was stopped.
"The Immortal is here to stay. There is one more thing I need you to witness."
Soon, Dahan drove up in an ox cart, carrying a coffin.
Li Changan jumped into the car and kicked the coffin over, and saw Sun Bingcheng rolling out of the coffin in a panic.
The profiteers in Qian Tangcheng are really of the same line. When they want to default on their debts, they like to hide in temples and Taoist temples. Fortunately, Li Changan has suffered losses early and was careful enough to find him out.
When Hua Weng stood in front of him, Sun Bingcheng obviously hadn't woken up from the panic.
Hua Weng threw the banknote into his arms.
"Take it, your money."
Then he turned around and shouted.
"We will have a banquet tonight and we won't go home until we get drunk!"
Instantly.
Fuguifang cheered loudly.
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Amidst the laughter.
Mr. Hua walked up to Li Changan and looked at him quietly, pretending to be nonchalant.
"Is Mr. Hua looking for Brother Huang?"
Hua Weng coughed dryly: "What should I do with him?"
Li Changan said with a smile: "Brother Huang said that he just reminded him of this matter. He did not do anything practical and did not have much credit. But Mr. Hua is a sincere gentleman and will definitely reward him on the spot. If he accepts it, he will feel uneasy. "If you refuse, you're afraid of irritating the elder's feelings. Just leave first and wait for a long time."
"I never knew he was so upright and honorable..." Hua Weng said with a frown, then shook his head and laughed, "That's all, this thief is used to making people owe him debts of favor."
"In my opinion."
Li Changan agreed very much and handed a bag of money to Hua Weng.
"He's better at making people pay their debts."
Hua Weng: "This is it?"
"Samsara Silver."
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The medicinal drink business makes a lot of money, but everyone wants to save more so that they can invest their money in a good future.
But the old man didn't want to delay any longer. He said that he had been a hardworking man all his life and no longer wanted to work hard as a ghost. He wanted to serve as an outpost for everyone and reincarnate first.
Everyone laughed at him for his short ambition, but they also tried their best to raise more money for him.
Originally, it was enough to hand the money to the Lunchuan Temple and register it in the book.
However, since reincarnation has been divided into three, six, and nine levels, there will naturally be no shortage of human relationships. The silver handed over by Hua Weng, a big shot, is certainly more valuable than the money of ordinary ghosts.
