Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 24 024 Thin Waist

The most valuable thing in this matter is not the silver offering, and Hollis Wu also doesn't look down on the trivial things in Dicheng.

What is of greatest significance is actually the spread of faith.

Faith is born in suffering, and Dicheng is the perfect soil.

For a long time, the belief in the Goddess of Wind and Rain has been deeply rooted in the city, and the choir is the means for the church to open a breakthrough.

It is not that the weather tax or the silver offering can represent faith, but the purpose is to make people maintain the awe of God through this method. With the awe, people will engrave God in their hearts.

The Rat Tail Gang disappeared. With the passage of time and the preaching of the choir, the position of the Goddess of Wind and Rain in people's hearts will be replaced by the God of Mist imperceptibly. Of course, this may take a long time, but everything that requires time to prove happens unconsciously.

Now that the breakthrough has been made, this will be a highlight on Hollis Wu's resume.

He now wanted to meet Feng Xiuhu extremely urgently and hear Feng Xiuhu tell him in person how he did all this.

At least at this moment, Hollis Wu no longer suspected Feng Xiuhu of colluding with the temple? Murdering Luo Mengzhang?

No, Feng Xiuhu is obviously the most devout believer.

So he asked Mike: "Where is Feng Xiuhu?"

Feng Xiuhu was such a wicked man, Mike was worried Hollis Wu would send him to look for Feng Xiuhu again, so he quickly replied, "He said he's moving today and is very busy."

Hollis Wu nodded, and after thinking for a moment, he said, “Then let him come to the temple to see me tomorrow.”

……

Feng Xiuhu is indeed very busy.

He spent an afternoon moving all his belongings to the mansion on Bibo Street.

In fact, he didn't have much, but Shunzi was reluctant to part with the pots and pans that he had grown attached to.

The brothers' lives also improved. Not only did each of them receive a silver plate, but they all moved into the village building.

Feng Xiuhu, the remnant of the Rat Tail Gang, accepted all the money with pleasure, and from then on the elevator business belonged to him.

Feng Xiuhu brought Shunzi into the mansion, and personally appointed Miao Gensheng as the security captain, vacating the room closest to the door for him.

Miao Gensheng didn't know what a security captain was, but he knew that if Feng Xiuhu hadn't asked Ermazi to come back to deliver the letter today, he would have been beaten half to death by Boss Yuan. This showed that Feng Xiuhu had feelings for him.

That night, Feng Xiuhu finally had the money to stay in a single room.

He earned all this through his own ability.

He rolled over on the bed in the main room, and couldn't help feeling sleepy on the soft mattress.

Shunzi's voice came from outside: "Brother, I'm outside, if you have any problems, just give me a shout."

Shunzi had deep feelings for Feng Xiuhu, and he was not used to not sleeping in the same room with his elder brother. He wanted to be closer to his elder brother, so he moved into the outer room.

"Um……"

Feeling sleepy, Feng Xiuhu responded vaguely.

I do not know how long it has been.

In a daze, Feng Xiuhu felt the quilt being lifted, and a soft little hand reached in from his clothes and wandered across his back.

Feng Xiuhu opened his eyes and saw his lover lying beside him, propped up on his arms, with seductive eyes.

She spoke delicately: "Master~"

Feng Xiuhu kicked her off the bed and said, "Don't talk while eating, and don't talk while sleeping!"

"oops--"

The little Xianghao screamed, his hair came loose, and his bellyband became loose.

Feng Xiuhu glared at her: "What are you doing?"

The little lady was very aggrieved: "Sleep with the master."

Feng Xiuhu didn't understand: "What are you, an accountant, supposed to sleep with? If it's your job, just do it."

The lover kept flirting with Feng Xiuhu: "The accounting is my job, and sleeping with me is also my job."

At this time, Shunzi came running in, and the little lover screamed and jumped onto the bed, covering himself with the quilt.

"Brother, what's wrong?"

Shunzi looked at Feng Xiuhu, then at his lover. Feng Xiuhu kicked his lover out again: "Drag this guy out of here. Why are you coming to my place for no reason? Don't you have your own room?"

The little lover clutched the bellyband tightly, almost crying: "This is my room."

Feng Xiuhu pulled the quilt over his head and ignored her.

Shunzi led his lover out and pointed to another room across the street: "You will live here from now on."

Looking back at the main room, Shunzi thought for a moment and said, "My eldest brother...has a bad temper. You should try not to provoke him and just do your job well."

The young lover was quite touched and couldn't help but sniff: "Brother Shunzi, you are such a nice person!"

As he said that, he hugged Shunzi.

The soft flesh in his arms and the fragrance filled his nose, and Shunzi's face suddenly turned red.

He pulled his lover away by her hair and slapped her so hard that she spun around.

Shunzi blushed and said, "You—you don't touch me, I haven't married yet!"

After he said that, he felt so embarrassed that he turned around and went into the house, slamming the door shut.

……

Get up and eat the next day.

Feng Xiuhu sat in the main seat, with Shunzi sitting on his left and his little lover sitting on his right.

He turned his head and stared at Xiao Xianghao.

Xiao Xianghao shuddered, stood up with the bowl in his hand, and prepared to kneel down by the wall to eat.

Feng Xiuhu stopped her. He grabbed her lover's ear and forced her to turn around.

Feng Xiuhu stared at the redness and swelling on her face: "What's wrong with you?"

The young lover subconsciously glanced at Shunzi, then quickly averted his gaze and explained with an apologetic smile, "It was crawled on by a bug."

Where do the bugs come from when winter is about to come?

Feng Xiuhu didn't quite believe it and looked at Shunzi suspiciously.

Shunzi buried his whole face in his rice bowl, and his ears were red.

Feng Xiuhu was too lazy to think about it, so he asked his lover to sit down and continue eating.

"What's your name?"

Feng Xiuhu suddenly remembered that he had never asked this question before.

The lover put down the chopsticks he had just raised. "My name is Ruan Xiaoman, sir. That Yuan—that lame rat—is particularly fond of women's waists. He said I have a 'willow waist and slender steps, light and graceful,' so he nicknamed me Xiyaoer."

Feng Xiuhu was stunned: "He is quite cultured."

Xi Yaoer observed his expression and continued with a smile, "He couldn't read a single word originally. It was only after moving to downtown that he started reading every day, just to show off his knowledge."

Feng Xiuhu raised his eyes: "He is going to take the postgraduate entrance examination?"

Xi Yaoer didn't understand, but didn't dare to ask, so she continued, "He wanted to be the master of ceremonies."

"Master of ceremonies?" Feng Xiuhu was stunned again. He didn't expect that Boss Yuan had this side job.

Shunzi acted as an interpreter: "The deacon of the temple is called the celebrant."

Feng Xiuhu suddenly realized.

Xi Yaoer continued, "Not only that, he even acknowledged the temple's chief priest as his godfather. The chief priest disliked the smell of a rat from the underworld, so he told him to clean himself up before even considering becoming a master of ceremonies."

"Since then, Lame Mouse has rarely bothered with the affairs of the city. He bathes and burns incense every day, wears bright clothes, and even picks up his books."

Feng Xiuhu took a bite of food and asked: "Why do you want to be a ceremonial officer?"

Xiyao'er was a little slow to react - she couldn't understand why someone would ask this question.

It was Shunzi who took over the conversation: "In order to become a monk - just like a priest, they are all people with supernatural means."

"Only by becoming the Master of Ceremonies can one truly enter the temple. That's what Lame Rat has been working so hard for. But I heard that to learn the skills of an immortal, the Master of Ceremonies is still far from perfect. Only someone as powerful as the Chief Priest can control the wind and rain. But it's better than collecting taxes for a lifetime. That's why Lame Rat is trying so hard to get in."

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