Elaborate on the world of mortals

Chapter 112 Being Missed

A few days later in the afternoon, in the pharmacy on Qingyuan Street, the servants of the Mo House were buying sour plums for Mrs. Mo to suppress morning sickness.

Diagonally across from the teahouse, there are shop assistants shouting hard.

"Storytelling -- storytelling --"

Following these two or three yells, some guests soon came outside the teahouse, which was originally empty.

There are not many entertainment activities for ordinary people these days, and it is not common to watch operas and listen to music. Storytelling is naturally a spiritual entertainment suitable for all ages.

And as the clear and powerful voice of the storyteller sounded from the teahouse, more and more customers gathered in the teahouse.

Soon, the interior of the teahouse was full, but the number of people listening to books did not decrease. Instead, they gathered outside the teahouse to listen to books, and some people bought a pot of tea there with a stool.

The storyteller's ability can be said to be amazing. With the deepening of the story in his mouth, even Qingyuan Street doesn't look spacious.

The family member of the Mo House couldn't help but listened outside the teahouse for a while after buying the sour plums.
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In the Mo mansion, in the hall of the front yard, Mrs. Mo was sitting on a soft couch just vomited up her lunch.

The old lady was anxious and distressed at the side.

"Wanrong, please take it easy and eat some later, you can't have an empty stomach!"

Mrs. Mo wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, nodded and said.

"Mother, I know."

"Hey, our Mo family is pregnant with Qilin, but it's hard for you as a mother!"

Mrs. Mo smiled, wanted to talk but felt sick again, the maid at the side saw her hands on her chest, and hurriedly handed over the spittoon.

"Shut up."

After throwing up for a while, Madam Mo finally recovered, and said to the side.

"Mother, I want to open the door to let in some air. Don't worry, mother, it won't freeze."

In order to prevent Mrs. Mo from catching cold, a charcoal stove was set up in the courtyard. Coupled with thick clothes, it would be no wonder if it could freeze.

The door was opened, and fresh air came in, which diluted the smell of the vomit just now, and made Madam Mo feel much better.

When she was first conceived, Mrs. Mo enjoyed the care and was full of joy. It's only been a few days, and she felt that she was being cared too much.

"Why hasn't the person who bought the sour plums come back?"

"That's right, ma'am, I'll go and see!"

When Cailian walked to the door, she saw someone rushing towards with a porcelain pot in the corridor over there.

"Old Madam, Madam, I bought sour plums."

The servant put the jar on the table, Madam Mo opened the jar, took one and stuffed it into her mouth, the disgusting feeling was suppressed a lot.

Cailian complained on the side.

"Why so slow?"

The servant who bought the sour plum looked at the old lady beside him, and said hesitantly.

"Because, because everyone in the pharmacy went to listen to the book, it was delayed for a while."

In fact, the servant was not slow to come back. He only listened to the book for a while, and then he would run when he came back, but he was guilty and lied.

Mrs. Mo didn't mean to blame, but asked curiously.

"Even the people in the pharmacy don't visit the shop anymore? What kind of book is so good?"

Jia Ding's face suddenly became hot, and he hurriedly replied.

"Ma'am, you don't know that the newly opened teahouse on Qingyuan Street has been out of business, and the shopkeeper invited a storyteller from somewhere."

Speaking of this, the servant's tone became slightly agitated.

"Oh, this storyteller is amazing. Not long after he started talking, Qingyuan Street was blocked by people who listened to the book. Even if you think about it, you have to come down and chase people away."

Hearing what the servant said, the old lady frowned.

"How can there be such an exaggeration? If you delay for a while, you will delay for a while. Don't make such excuses!"

Jia Ding quickly explained.

"Old lady, the villain is not lying. That storyteller is really powerful. He covers his face with his sleeve or fan, and speaks in a different way. What are women, men, old people, children, and chickens?" When the dog barks, he alone makes the sound."

"There is such a powerful storyteller?"

Mrs. Mo found it very novel.

"Yes, ma'am, it's more exciting than singing a big drama. Oh yes, the storyteller is not only good at learning the voice, but also some drama tunes, laughing and cursing, anyway, he can say what the people in the story are doing, whatever they are, It's amazing!"

"What the hell?"

Master Mo walked in from the outside, while Qi Zhongbin who was behind him hesitated for a while, but still did not come in.

"Sir, Ade is talking about a storyteller on Qingyuan Street, and he is so powerful!"

"Yes sir"

"Oh, that's how it is. I heard that I have been out on errands for the past two days. It is said that there is a powerful storyteller in the city, Qi."

When Master Mo said the second half of the sentence, he found that Qi Zhongbin was not by his side. Looking back, the old physicist was standing at the door, pretending to be calm, and he couldn't help but feel a little funny.

Master Mo went out the door and said to the old Xiangshishi.

"Master Qi, it's so cold outside, please come in!"

"Uh, that's good!"

In other high-ranking mansions, Qi Zhongbin might have to show off, but in the Mo family, he can't be said to be cautious, but he is as careful as possible.

I don't want to leave any bad impression on the Mo family.

As soon as Qi Zhongbin came in, Mrs. Mo stood up and saluted him.

"It's Master Qi, please sit down!"

The old lady also turned to Qi Zhongbin, who thanked Qi Zhongbin repeatedly, and then sat down at the table on the other side.

This big family will really enjoy it, even if the door is opened, the inside is as warm as spring.

After the dream that day, although the Mo family did not disclose it to the outside world, their attitude towards the old physicist must have improved a lot.

Even the title is more intimate, of course, Qi Zhongbin knows that this is just a way of calling, it does not mean that he has already apprenticed for his son.

"Mr. Qi, the peace talisman you gave is indeed effective. I have been sleeping much more comfortably these days. Let's see how Wanrong looks today? Cailian, pour tea."

The old lady said with a smile, and asked Cailian to pour tea for Qi Zhongbin.

"You're being polite, old madam! Madam Mo's complexion is ruddy. The morning sickness is just the manifestation of fetal gas. Naturally, she has been punished by others for her extraordinary wealth. It will be healed after a while."

"Old lady, master, madam, I'll go down first if there's nothing else to do."

The servant Ade felt embarrassed staying there, so he asked.

"Go."

"Hey, take it to the latrine, remember to wash it."

Cailian handed the spittoon to servant Ade, who took it with a grin.

There is more than one spittoon here, so those who spit out should be disposed of quickly.

As soon as the servant left, Mrs. Mo begged Master Mo and the old lady.

"Mother, Mr. Xianggong, I also want to listen to the book. Ade said that the storyteller's speech is more exciting than the opera. I want to listen to it and experience it!"

Hearing this, before Master Mo and the old lady spoke, Qi Zhongbin hurried to speak.

"Mrs. Mo, you mustn't do it. You've become pregnant these days. It's the time when you're weak. It's best not to go out and show your face! Just bear with it!"

Master Mo smiled.

"What's so difficult about this? In two days, I'll invite the storyteller to come to the mansion, and just speak a passage for my Mo mansion alone, and let everyone in the mansion listen to it together!"

Good guy, forget about this, money can turn ghosts around, Qi Zhongbin can't say anything.

"Great, so everyone can listen to the book!"

Cailian clapped her hands and cried out.

The servant Ade on the other side went to the hut with a spittoon, but saw a farmer coming to collect the excrement.

Ade dumped the vomit into the excrement bucket and left.

The manure of the Mo family is very fertile, and it is given away for free. The farmers who collect the manure are very diligent, for fear of being robbed.

No, when the farmer met people from the Mo House, he congratulated Mrs. Mo repeatedly on his happiness, and was even given a small red envelope by the manager, not to mention how beautiful he was.

The dung truck carried the dung buckets out of the Mo mansion and out of the city, where they were temporarily stored in the dung pond by the side of the mountain cemetery.

After a while, it can be used to fertilize the field before spring plowing.

After finishing this, the old farmer who was tired all day wiped his sweat and went home in the afterglow of the setting sun.

It's just that after the sun went down, without the interference of the fire from the sky, outside the sight of ordinary people, there was a faint aura in the cesspool that was incompatible with the filth, and it began to become conspicuous.

That night, the north wind was howling and it was very cold.

A biting cold wind blew into Mo Mansion, and blew along the corridor all the way to the backyard. When the fallen leaves blew past an arch in the courtyard, a white piece of paper suddenly flew out from under the eaves of the corridor next to it.

The piece of paper fluctuated up and down in the wind, and then fell to the ground and stood upright. It turned out to be a small person cut out of paper.

The little paper man's face flashed red, as if an invisible wall had been erected in front of him.

The gust of wind hit the wall and immediately scattered to one side.

"Cha la la la."

There was a creaking sound of wood, and a "strange person" appeared in the place where the wind cleared.

This strange man's eyes were empty, his clothes seemed to be stuck to leather watches, his body and limbs were like barrels of different thicknesses, and his face was painted with exaggerated makeup.

Pieces of white paper flew over and fell to the ground to become little standing paper figurines.

It was also at this moment that Qi Zhongbin, who was sleeping in the room, suddenly opened his eyes. He lifted the quilt, grabbed the Seven Star Sword next to the pillow, and rushed out of the room. It turned out that he didn't even take off his clothes.

Qi Zhongbin couldn't control the Mo Mansion's rules anymore, he just jumped up quickly with light work, and quickly jumped to the backyard, and he had already shouted out from the eaves.

"Who dares to make a mistake?"

"Cha la la la."

A slight sound came from the strange man, and it raised its head to look at the fallen Qi Zhongbin, which also surprised the latter.

This turned out to be a big paper figurine!

"Go--"

Qi Zhongbin didn't talk nonsense at all, and directly threw a spell in the air, and he even jumped over with the Seven Star Sword in hand.

"Zheng~"

At the same time as the sword blew, the spell had already landed on the paper figurine, making it stiff.

With a "swipe~", the Seven Star Sword directly cut the paper figurine in half, and the upper and lower pieces fell to the ground.

Qi Zhongbin took a few steps closer with his sword, frowning and looking at the paper figurine on the ground. After being cut off, the ground occasionally moved with the wind, and it had become a dead thing.

The thin wooden brackets and pasted materials on the paper man's body are clearly visible, and there is no special place to be seen.

If he hadn't seen this paper figurine moving with his own eyes just now, Qi Zhongbin himself would have doubted whether he had made a mistake, but it was very strange that this kind of paper figurine could appear here.

"What's going on?" "Over there, go and see—"

The guardians of the Mo family heard the commotion and came over one after another. Some people were carrying lanterns. When they got here, they saw Qi Zhongbin squatting down to check the things on the ground.

"Master Qi, what happened, but was a thief?"

Qi Zhongbin's face was serious, and he nodded.

"I'm not a thief, but I'm definitely thinking about something."

"This is."

The servants gasped when they saw the front clearly. There was a paper man on the ground that was divided into two, and there were many paper men standing in the corridor and in the yard.

"go--"

With a wave of Qi Zhongbin's sword-holding hand, the paper figurines flew up with the wind and disappeared everywhere.

This scene made the guard stare out his eyes.

"Qi, Master Qi, what is this?"

"A monster has already come to the door, this is just to check!"

Under the firelight of the lantern, Qi Zhongbin's expression was a little cloudy and uncertain. The paper figurine just now was so evil that he didn't even notice any evil.

After the paper figurine was cut by a sword, it didn't have the sense of cutting it should have at all, just like cutting ordinary paper and thin wood strips.

Could it be that this sword has lost its blessing?impossible!

Borrowing incense ashes is a common method. Although Qi Zhongbin has never seen a god, he also understands that there must be gods patrolling the world.

And he understands better that the gods are not omnipotent, and they don't control everything, and they have omissions just like humans. Otherwise, how can there be evil spirits in the world?
It's just that the gods may not be reliable, because they may not be able to see it, or they may not want to see it, but the sword blessed by the gods and Buddhas is not enough, right?
The other servants looked at each other and felt chills all over their bodies, and they didn't dare to make a sound to disturb them, so someone dared to ask.

"Master Qi, what should we do?"

"Go back to sleep, but don't sleep too hard, don't worry, nothing will happen if I'm here!"

Qi Zhongbin took a deep breath and stood up, stomping the paper figurine's head hard.

(End of this chapter)