She searched for three days but couldn't find the source of the hostility, and she couldn't stop the rainy day at all. What's even more tragic is that because it's always raining, even the vegetables don't grow very much, and the prices of vegetables are horribly high these days. She deeply felt that the day when she couldn't even eat green vegetables was coming... She couldn't help feeling even more sad and sighed.
With a sigh in this tone, he sighed one after another.
"If Chaoyang doesn't appear again, I will forget what it looks like."
"I live very hard every day, and my stomach is full of water."
"Life is hopeless."
Listening to the crackling of the rain on the roof, Shao Lao saw Qiu Ju and Qian Shu looking as if they were about to go out, and asked, "Where are you going?"
Qiu Ju said: "Of course I went to the next town to bask in the sun. Didn't you hear that it doesn't rain in the nearby towns?"
The spoon stopped them: "You can't go, if people find you suddenly missing in the yard, it will cause trouble."
Money Tree said: "If someone finds out, you can just erase that person's memory."
"No." Shaozi shook his head firmly, "That's against the rules. If there is no special reason, you are not allowed to leave the parasitic place without authorization."
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Qiu Ju threw down her burden, burrowed back into the ground, and roared, "Are you the follower of the demon lord!"
Fat Gourd said: "Boss is doing it for your own good, let the demon master know and it will be over."
"Where does the demon master care about the affairs of us little monsters, hmph!"
The spoon was not angry, and it fell back into the soil, and the feet were wet and very uncomfortable.
The next day, Shaozi discovered that there were a lot fewer aunts selling vegetables on the street, and all the remaining aunts raised their vegetable prices. She went back with an empty vegetable basket against the wall. The scholar saw her and said with a smile, "I'm back."
Spoon lay on the cabinet and cried: "Shopkeeper, I can't even eat vegetarian dishes. The vegetable farmers are so cruel. A small cabbage costs seven copper coins, and you can eat a small piece of meat."
The scholar laughed uncontrollably: "There is also white rice porridge."
"Meat... I want to eat meat..."
"obedient."
Without a meat spoon, she was very unhappy. She drank two bowls of white rice porridge with a few peanuts, and looked at the scholar eagerly: "The shopkeeper."
The scholar responded, "Huh?"
"In two days, no one will come into the store, and you won't even be able to drink porridge. Why can you still drink it so happily? It's just porridge, not even a pickle."
The scholar smiled: "See who you eat with."
The spoon didn't understand the meaning at all, and took another sip of the porridge: "This kind of weather, even the beasts don't come out. I still want to go to the mountain to catch two pheasants and come back. No, even if I see a pheasant, I must I can’t catch it. If I catch it by luck, I will definitely run away when I slaughter it... "
Why does the more I think about it, the sadder I feel, I feel so sad, I can’t eat any more meat, not even vegetables...
The scholar frowned slightly, and after listening to her talk a lot, he looked out again. The rain under the night is still falling, patter, patter, patter. Suddenly, he raised his finger and wiped lightly on the forehead of the spoon, a faint white light spread quietly between the foreheads, and said softly, "There are dirty things."
The spoon blinked, and for some reason, the haze in her heart dissipated instantly. Looking at the porridge water, she suddenly felt that it was a gift from God that she could still drink the porridge. There will be green vegetables, and there will be meat dishes. Life is bright, and the six realms are peaceful and beautiful! No, far away...
The scholar lowered his eyebrows and pondered, that Hugo was really worrying. Wherever the rain falls, it is very easy for the monsters to lose their fighting spirit, become depressed, and feel that life is hopeless. When the negativity is severe, the heart is full of mania and sadness, and in the end it is either killing each other or killing itself.
There were low footsteps on the stairs, even and slow. The scholar looked up, and the monk was walking down step by step with an oil-paper umbrella in one hand and a flower pot in the other. At the door, the twenty-four-bone umbrella opened with a deep sound, and the figure gradually drifted away in the rain.
Holding the bowl in his hand, the spoon looked at him and asked, "The first day it rained, was it the day the monk appeared?"
The scholar smiled lightly, and said lightly: "Yes."
Spoon blinked, thoughtfully.
There have been frequent homicides in Zhuangyuan Town in the past few days. Every time the police arrived at the scene and Wu inspected it, the final conclusions were all suicides, not homicides. Although relatives firmly believed that it was absolutely impossible, there was no evidence and they were all treated as suicide. It just happened three or four times one after another. In order to avoid the panic of the townspeople, the county magistrate ordered the police to patrol to appease the hearts of the people.
There were also several notices posted at the entrance of Tongfu Inn, saying that it would be inconvenient to travel due to the continuous rain, and everyone should not go out if they have nothing to do.
Looking at the notice, the spoon was extremely annoying, and really wanted to get rid of it.
After the monk went out last night, he didn't come back until early in the morning. She had already asked Crawler to watch closely by the window, and she just waited for him to go out next time, follow behind, and see if he was the culprit who caused the town's rainwater to flood.
The scholar picked up the porridge in the bowl with his chopsticks, but there was no porridge, but the water rolled away from the chopsticks. He reluctantly took the soup spoon, scooped it up and took a sip. There were not a few grains of rice in his mouth. He helplessly called the person at the door: "Spoon."
The spoon jumped over: "What's the matter with the shopkeeper?"
"Can't we even afford rice?"
Shaozi sneered: "That's not true... I only found out that the rice tank didn't have much rice when I was cooking. I usually buy it at the rice shop next door, but recently Uncle Rice is in a bad mood, saying that life is nothing to ask for, and I am ashamed of my ancestors, so I closed the door and went back to the countryside. Later, I will go to another rice shop and bring back a bag of rice."
The scholar couldn't calm down any longer, the worrying rain was really getting worse, and if this went on like this, he probably wouldn't even be able to drink these few grains of porridge
Shaozi sat down and shook his head: "I don't know what's wrong, but the uncle who sold the butcher said he thought slaughtering animals was too sinful, so he closed the shop too. The aunt who sold the vegetables said that he worked so hard to grow vegetables for a few pennies. The storyteller became more and more sad as he talked, and I almost cried. Everyone is in a bad mood recently."
The scholar smiled wryly, it really affected a lot. If the spoon finds out the truth, he will probably be starving. For the ladle's hot spring, for his stomach, I still have to push her. After thinking about it, he put down the ladle and said, "This rain is worrying rain."
Shao Lao's eyes widened: "What is You Si Yu?"
The scholar told her in detail, and after he finished speaking, the spoon jumped up and bared his teeth: "If it is really that monk who did it, I will kill him to worship Grandpa River God!"
Seeing her threatening to go upstairs to watch her, the scholar couldn't help but raise his hand: "Buy rice... a spoon, buy rice, I'm hungry..."
The other party didn't hear at all, and the scholar was also sad. His life... was really dark. Forget it, let's carry the rice by ourselves. He... can carry it? The waist won't be broken. Oops, it's so troublesome to go out on a rainy day.
The spoon knocked on the door of the shop that day, and the monk opened the door after a while. She lifted the teapot and smiled like a flower: "I'll add water to the master."
The monk clasped his palms together and bowed his body very politely: "Please trouble the benefactor."
The spoon entered the room, and the epiphyllum was placed by the window, it was still unopened, and there was no trace of evil spirit, it was just an ordinary flower. She frowned, there was nothing unusual about the monk, he was just an ordinary person, could it be just a coincidence, the matter of You Siyu had nothing to do with him