In Zhuangyuan Town, the morning is bright and sunny.
In the flower bed in the backyard of Tongfu Inn, the flowers and plants wake up to the dawn, waiting for the nourishment of the well water in the morning as always.
Now it is March, only magnolia blossoms, peonies and rhododendrons are still green leaves, cypresses are evergreen, gourd trellis vines are winding, and creepers are entwined greenly around the walls. The courtyard is full of green onions, and a tree of red flowers lies alone in it.
But no one came until the sun was shining, and the flowers and plants were already a little wilted. Suddenly, footsteps were heard, and the already wilted flowers and plants became even more... wilted.
"It really is 'purple chalk with sharp flames, red rouge dyed small lotus flowers', the shopkeeper has raised a yard of good flowers, and the magnolia flowers are blooming very beautifully."
It was a young man who spoke, with a straight figure, a faint smile on his brows and eyes, and a fair and scholarly face, like a person in an ink painting.
The breeze blew past, blowing the flowers and plants straight.
"This guy is here again!"
"This idiot really came at this time again!"
"Ah, boss beat him, beat him!"
The flower demon and the grass demon were chattering there, all the scholar could hear was the rustling of the wind blowing leaves.
As the boss, Shaochi couldn't hold back, and she really wanted to go out and beat him up, but once she transformed, she would be ruined, and if the scholar saw him, she would have to scare him. Seeing him going to fetch water from the well, he suddenly had one head and two big ones.
Shaozi is a 300-year-old peony flower demon. Since it was dug up by the old shopkeeper and planted in the backyard, it has spent fifty springs and autumns. But now the old shopkeeper sold the inn to a stupid scholar.
The scholar had vowed at the beginning that he would take good care of the flowers and plants in the inn, but turned around and watered them every day at noon, which made her mad.
There was a hazy atmosphere all over the flower bed, and the scholar didn't notice it. He went straight to the well, bent down and threw the bucket into the well, and brought up a full bucket. After mentioning it, it was too much and too heavy, so I poured more than half of it back, and all the monsters in the flower bed were in an uproar.
"Bah bah! I can read sour poems, and I can't even carry a bucket of water."
"It's over, he's here, he's here!"
The scholar struggled to lift the bucket to the flower bed, leaned over to pick up the ladle, and scooped up a ladle full of water. The monsters swallowed hard, and then saw the downpour of rain mercilessly poured down, rubbed into the hot mud, and immediately turned into boiling hot water, which made them shrink their legs and screamed.
The scholar scooped up a ladle again slowly, originally intending to splash the water out gracefully, but he didn't hold the handle of the ladle tightly, and flew out quickly, slapping the pretty face of the ladle...
spoon:"!"
The scholar shook his head: "I really don't have the talent for growing flowers." After saying that, he poured a bucket full of water into the flower bed, and the demons were immediately submerged by most of the water, but he clapped his hands in satisfaction, "It's so good. "
The wet group of grass and tree monsters stared straight at the scholar and went out humming a ditty, pointing angrily: "Boss! Get rid of him! I don't dislike a rough man taking over the inn anymore. He can't even grow a flower. He looks good." What's the use of reading poems, bah! Have you ever seen someone watering flowers at noon!"
The water droplets on the green leaves shook slightly, and when he left the yard, the half-meter-tall peony shook and turned into a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl and landed gently on the ground. She was wearing a white pink double-breasted half-arm skirt, her black hair was like lacquer, her eyebrows were picturesque, like green bamboo after rain, and green hills shrouded in mist, soft and agile.
For a moment, the grass and tree monsters next to them took shape one by one, in different shapes. There was a bang on the top of the head, and the gourd shelf turned into a big fat man, and it exploded as soon as it landed.
Everyone immediately raised their fingers and booed him, and Fat Gourd also booed him in a low voice. Then he asked Shao Yao who was standing in front in a low voice: "Boss, since this guy took over the inn, there is a lot of smoke everywhere, what should we do when the inn reopens tomorrow?"
Shaozi pondered for a while, then turned around slowly, raised his hand to wipe his neck with fierce eyes, and pondered: "Do him first."
Everyone immediately cast eyes on our boss as mighty and majestic, and then went back to the soil to nourish themselves contentedly.
The spoon didn't go in. She remembered that in the past, whenever the morning sun shrouded the earth at dawn and broke through the mist of the morning light, the old shopkeeper would come over with water, scoop up the water with a ladle, and skillfully raise his hand to sprinkle it. Wrapped in the morning light and filled with neon, it will be thrown on the flowers and plants, and the dross of the night will be removed for them, so that they can practice with peace of mind all day long.
But not long ago, the old shopkeeper said, "I have been a shopkeeper since I was a small shopkeeper, and now I am an old shopkeeper. It's time to go back to my hometown to enjoy my old age." So, among the many people who wanted to buy the inn, he chose that stupid scholar.
She lay by the door and watched him hand over the house deed to the scholar, and when she heard him tell him to water the flowers and fertilize well, she almost cried.
The old shopkeeper explained everything, sighed lightly, full of reluctance, and left with his wife.
Shaozi followed the old shopkeeper lightly, all the way to the door, and stepped barefoot on the bluestone road, watching the two old figures supporting each other, gradually disappearing under the red lanterns in front of the street shop, until they could no longer be seen.
Thinking of last night's parting, Shaoxiao sniffed and swung his sleeves: "I'll beat him up!"
Fat Gourd quickly stopped her: "If you hit him directly, he will report to the government, and our inn's reputation will be damaged."
Shao Shao frowned, and said in a deep voice, "Then I'll dig a hole nearby and bury him."
The magnificent Xin Niang waved her hand, and the magnolia flowers all over the tree trembled. She was bright and enchanting, and said very sophisticatedly: "Should we open our inn after a murder case? Or... Boss, you pretend to be a female ghost to scare him Well, you're good at it anyway."
Seeing everyone nodding in agreement, Shaozi became angry: "What do you mean 'I'm very good at'."
"Usually when the bad guys come to the inn, don't you, the boss, act as a female ghost yourself to scare them away?"
… Thinking about it carefully, it seems to be the case. In order to help grandpa guard the inn, every time a villain comes, she is the one to step in. Shao Zi sighed, he was obviously a beautiful peony flower, why did he walk on this road of no return.
Forget it, for the sake of the inn!
At night, the wind is quiet and the lights are on.
Under the ardent eyes of everyone "quickly get rid of the scholar", Shaozi resolutely jumped into the scholar's room. Squatting on the window sill and looking at the young man reading under the lamp, he touched his chin, took a step, and as soon as his toes touched the ground, he instantly turned into a white-clothed female ghost with long hair and shawls.
The spoon took a picture in front of the mirror first, and was very satisfied with the red-eyed and blue-faced appearance in the mirror. Sitting flutteringly across the table, he blew on the oil lamp with his probe, and the lights in the room flickered.
The scholar remained silent.
The spoon probed his head again, and leaned closer to blow cold air on his face.
The scholar is still reading.
"What a nerd. He still wants to take good care of our Tongfu Inn. This is obviously a rhythm of losing money." Shaozi curled his lips, raised his hand to cover the page, and his palm gradually changed shape, but he was still indifferent!
The spoon looked at his hand, which could be clearly seen by ordinary people. This method has scared away many strong men and ruffians who came to make trouble. Spoon simply appeared as a ghost, bouncing around beside him, sometimes blowing air into his neck, sometimes raising his hand to block his sight, and even cracking the window.
half an hour later...
The monsters who were squatting in the yard waiting for the triumphant return of the spoon looked up at the shop of that day, staring intently at the jumping figure reflected on the window paper, puzzled.