Lanke Chess Edge

A full meal, this request is definitely not excessive, even a little humble, Liao Daqiu was deeply moved, and clasped his fists again and again.

"Don't worry, strong men, I, Lao Liao, will definitely do it, I will definitely do it!"

All the ghosts around also bowed their hands towards Liao Daqiu.

"Engong, remember to find a paper craftsman to make weapons and battle flags quickly, remember!"

"Don't worry, it will be done, it will be done..."

In the back room of Liao Daqiu's house, at this moment, Lao Liao was holding the quilt tightly with both hands, and kept shouting.

"It must be done, it must be done, it must be done..."

The sound directly woke up his wife. He squinted his eyes and looked outside the curtains in the room. There were traces of white light through the gaps in the wooden windows. Obviously, it was already daylight.

The woman turned over and looked at her husband, and heard him shouting "I will do it", pushed him twice, and found that her body was very tense, and her body was even wet.

"The child's father, the child's father? The child's father!"

The woman sat up from the bed, shook Liao Daqiu vigorously, and finally woke him up. The latter trembled and came back to life with an "ouch".

"Ho... ho... ho..."

Liao Daqiu panted slightly, looked at Fang Liang in a daze, scanned the room, and finally looked at his child and his mother.

"Father, are you having a nightmare? You keep shouting that you must do something... That look is a little scary!"

The woman took out the handkerchief beside the bed, wiped Liao Daqiu's sweat, and said.

Lao Liao took the handkerchief from his wife and touched his face, only to find that his face was covered with sweat, and so was his body, even the quilt was soaked with sweat.

"Nightmare? I guess..."

Liao Daqiu remembered everything in the dream just now clearly. He saw so many ghosts, but the ghosts were all good ghosts, so they were not really nightmares, but the things he heard were far more terrifying than nightmares.

At this moment, Lao Liao came back to his senses and suddenly asked his wife.

"Mother, do you know where there is a good paper craftsman?"

Liao Daqiu's question baffled his wife. There are blacksmiths, carpenters, and masons in the village, and paper makers specifically refer to those who make objects for the dead.

"Could something happen to one of our relatives?"

The woman got a little nervous, Liao Daqiu shook his head quickly.

"No, no, it's because of the dream I just had, the dream..."

Liao Daqiu paused, thought for a while and said.

"Go and bring me the water bottle first, I'm so thirsty, I'll talk after drinking the water."

"Yes, yes, we have to drink the water before talking!"

The woman quickly got out of bed and went to the outer room to carry the kettle, but she also went to see her son first, and when she saw that he was fast asleep, she carried the kettle and teacup back to the house.

"Here, kettle."

Lao Liao took the kettle and tea bowl, poured the water and gulped it down, and finally quenched his thirst after three bowls.

"Have you recovered?"

"Back to God!"

At this time, the direction of the outer room was much brighter, and the sun was rising from the horizon. Liao Daqiu regained his composure and said to his wife.

"Last night I dreamed..."

Liao Daqiu told his wife what happened in the dream, and the latter was really frightened, and kept asking if it was just a dream.

But such a real dream made Liao Daqiu dare not neglect. After the day was brighter, Liao Daqiu ate some porridge with pickles at home, and then hurried out.

As soon as he went out, Liao Daqiu saw his neighbor Lao Zhang, who was squatting at the door of his house and drinking porridge.

"Hey old Zhang, let me tell you, I had a dream last night..."

Liao Daqiu originally planned to go directly to the old village head, but now he is full of desire to talk, especially with his good friend Lao Zhang, so he just talked about the profound dream last night. come out.

Lao Zhang frowned and looked at Liao Daqiu.

"I said, Lao Liao, this is just a nightmare of yours. We have been tired enough to bury the remains of passers-by over the years. What do you mean now, we have to start burning things for them and offering sacrifices to them? None of us Wealth doesn't even mean that you can eat a full meal every year, so don't worry about it..."

Lao Zhang persuaded earnestly that it is okay to do good deeds, but you have to do what you can.

Burying the corpses and erecting a stele is just a little bit of strength. The peasants lack everything else, but they don’t lack strength.

But to burn things for the dead in the funeral cemetery and make soup for them? Can't make it through this day? There are quite a few corpses in the funeral tomb!

"Oh, Zhang, I didn't mean that! The ghost in the cemetery told me that there was a plague outside, and burning these things is also helping ourselves!"

Lao Zhang was also a little angry.

"Your old Liao had a dream. The co-author asked me to pay for making paper objects with you and serving soup together? The wages of the paper craftsman are not cheap!"

Of the few major events in life, weddings and funerals are undoubtedly the most costly and labor-intensive part. Those exquisite paper objects made by master paper craftsmen are often only wealthy people can afford.

"I said...Old Zhang, of course everyone in the village pooled the money together. How could our two families..."

Hearing this, Lao Zhang became angry and opened his mouth loudly.

"Who told you 'our two families'? I didn't agree!"

After Lao Zhang finished speaking, he ignored Liao Daqiu and drank the porridge by himself. The latter looked troubled, grabbed his clothes and stomped his feet.

"Hey, I'm going to find the old village chief!"

Seeing Liao Daqiu leave, Lao Zhang shouted from behind.

"Go, go, the old village head will never go crazy with you!"

Even his best old brother has this attitude. Although Liao Daqiu is a farmer, he is not stupid. He knows that other people will not agree to this matter, so although he really wants to be with everyone he sees. The acquaintances all talked about the dream, but they held back and walked straight to the village chief's house.

"Morning Uncle Liao!"

"Mmm morning!"

The young people who dug the pit and buried the corpse together greeted Liao Daqiu who was in a hurry, but saw that Uncle Liao, who used to talk a lot, simply replied and left without stopping.

"Strange, what happened to Uncle Liao today?"

Liao Daqiu walked all the way to the old village head's house. The old village head lived at the end of the village, not far from the earth temple at the end of the village. He was slightly relieved to see the yard of the old village head's house from afar, but he was a little uneasy.

Although the old village head was always reasonable, experienced and knowledgeable, but looking back on Lao Zhang's attitude, if the old village head is also like this, what should we do?

Before Liao Daqiu could figure out a good way, the old village chief who saw him coming from a distance put down the bowl in his hand, walked out of the fenced yard quickly, trotted towards Liao Daqiu, rushed in front of him and opened his mouth. call.

"Old Liao! Let me tell you, the land master gave me a dream last night! It's true!"

The old village head was more excited than Liao Daqiu, which shocked the old Liao who was thinking hard.

"ah?"

Liao Daqiu asked in a daze, making the old village head anxious.

"Oh, last night, I had a very real dream. In the dream, I suddenly had a stomachache and woke up, so I put on my clothes and went to the hut. I passed the Earth Temple on the way, and I saw the Lord of the Earth sitting outside. He directly called me 'little furball', that's my nickname, I'm over sixty, let alone people call me now, almost no one remembers this..."

The old village head looked towards the end of the village.

"Let me tell you, the land master is really as rumored. He is quite short... By the way, he told me that we may have plague ghosts coming here soon. The ghosts will help us block it together, whether we can block it or not, we can say nothing..."

Liao Daqiu, who was still listening in a daze, immediately slapped his thigh hard when he heard this.

"Oh, old village chief, I was going to tell you about this! I was also dreamed last night. Many ghosts came out from the cemetery. They were waiting for me in front of my house and told me that the plague ghost was coming. , they want to fight the plague ghost to the death to protect the peace of our village, and they also want to burn some paper objects..."

Two people who had a dream last night, and are still in shock even now, are telling each other about the dream of last night together at this moment, and after they are all told, they will confirm it.

What else is there to say? Liao Daqiu and the old village chief planned to go to the village to mobilize together, and the latter went back to the yard to eat the porridge in twos and threes, brought a gong and went out with Lao Liao.

"Dangdangdangdangdang..."

Walking along the way, the gongs were knocked loudly, and the sound spread from the end of the village to the head of the village, and finally succeeded in attracting the attention of the whole village.

Not long after, more than half of the village had gathered in the valley field in the center of the village. Liao Daqiu even borrowed a table and asked the old village chief to stand on it and talk to everyone. When the old village chief finished speaking, he Go up and talk about your dreams.

The villagers are actually quite superstitious about such superstitious things. If only Liao Daqiu said it, many people would have the same reaction as Lao Zhang, but the old village head and Lao Liao said it together, and their faces were serious and even frightened occasionally. In addition, the crowd effect is easy to get on top, and everyone's emotions are quickly mobilized, and everyone is afraid.

In the end, when everyone came together, they still had to ask the Lord of the Land, so many people went to the Temple of the Land together, and asked the Lord of the Land by throwing the line, but they fell many times in a row, the holy line again and again.

At this moment, most people in the village were shaken, and the old village chief and Liao Daqiu kept working, and they soon moved a lot of people.

Liao Daqiu and a few peasants went to the county town to find a paper maker, and the old village chief was in the village making soup.

To make soup for more than a hundred ghosts, at least a dozen or twenty families have to do it together, and this time, after all, the possibility is at stake, if you don’t worry about ten thousand, you are afraid of it, so this soup still needs to be spent. Strength is definitely not enough to deal with it, and only thirty or forty native chickens and ducks were killed, which can be regarded as a huge expense in Maotan Village.

The county seat is about half a day away from Maotan Village. When Lao Liao, Lao Zhang and others arrived in the city, they went to the Baishi shop to find the boss. Generally, the boss of this kind of shop may be the master papermaker himself, and it turned out to be true.

The people of Maotan Village ordered paper battle flags and paper weapons at once, which made the boss happy and strange. How could anyone burn these for the dead?

He said politely, "Good morning, guest officer", and sent a few peasants away before returning to the shop with a smile, and happened to be seen by his wife.

"Head of the family, what kind of big business did you encounter when you are so happy?"

The one who just left didn't seem to be rich, so the woman was a little puzzled.

"Hey, of course, Maotan Village has ordered some paper banners and paper weapons. The quantity is quite a lot, and the deposit is sufficient."

The boss weighed a sling of copper coins in his hand.

"Yo, I can't see it!"

"That's right, even if the time is tight, the requirements are high, but these things are much easier than building a house and making paper dolls. I will take less rest, and I will be able to catch up with work soon! Hehehe..."

"Then why don't you hurry up and go to work? Let me just look at the shop!"

With her hands on her hips, the proprietress pushed the shop owner to work, and the latter hurried back to the yard behind the shop.

It's just that when he was leaving, the shop owner was also thinking about what those peasants said, saying that there might be plague ghosts, so he told the boss to be careful.

But in recent years, the government has been very sensitive to word of mouth among the villagers, because they were afraid of being arrested by the government and convicted of deceiving the public, the peasants did not dare to say too much and left.