“Daddy!”
Just when Uncle Jiu was discussing with the old man how to transport the paper-cuttings, a crisp voice sounded from the corner.
Russell was a little surprised. He looked around the house just now but didn't see anyone there.
I saw a little head popping out from the pile of paper dolls in the corner, looking at everyone timidly, with a bunch of paper wreaths in its arms.
He looked about six or seven years old and didn't dare to look people in the eye.
Uncle Jiu was not surprised and asked casually, "Ahfu will be 13 years old this year. If he continues to study for a few more years and grows up, he can get married. Your family line will not be extinct."
"Ask for marriage?"
The old man laughed at himself and said, "I don't ask for much. I just hope my son can be safe and sound and live!"
"As for reading."
The old man shook his head silently.
People like him are at the bottom of society and should just accept their fate!
Being alive is good enough, how can one expect to change his fate by studying
There have been endless wars outside for years, demons and monsters are rampant, and there are natural disasters and man-made disasters. I don't know how many people have frozen to death on the road.
Over the years, no one knows how many refugees have flowed into Renjia Town every year, and continued to flee southward with their luggage on their backs.
In troubled times, it’s good to be alive.
Especially for a half-blind man like him, who broke his leg some time ago, if it weren’t for Uncle Jiu’s daily care and purchasing origami for him from time to time, he would have been very happy.
The old man really doesn’t know how to raise Ah Fu!
Uncle Jiu sighed. Although he had no ability to save the world, he couldn't bear to see the tragic things happening in the world.
He looked at the child's face carefully. It looked a little rosy, not as pale and weak as he had seen before. He nodded with satisfaction.
Seeing the paper wreath in the child's hand, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but remind him twice, "Don't let him touch these things. He is young and lacks yang energy. These things can easily hurt his body!"
The paper-making shop is for the dead. From time to time, lonely souls will come in to watch. If some of them are satisfied, they will send messages to their descendants in their dreams, asking for peace in the afterlife.
With more ghosts coming, the store naturally has a lot of negative energy. I don't know how many ghosts have touched those paper things.
Moreover, most of these papers are not ordinary papers. Most of them are grave papers and incense papers, which are more or less tainted with some negative energy.
It doesn't matter for adults, they will just feel the chill in the store and their bodies will feel cold, but this is very bad for young children.
Thinking of this, Uncle Jiu subconsciously glanced at Russell, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
Not all young children are as smart as his apprentice.
My little disciple is the best even in Maoshan!
"I have to thank Taoist Lin for the talisman!" The old man became a little excited. "Ah Fu carries it with him now. He is much better than before. His complexion is much rosier and no longer as pale as paper as before."
“You still need to go out more often.”
As Uncle Jiu spoke, he took out a talisman from his bosom and said, "The talisman is not everything will be fine. You should go out for a walk more often, play with those young children, and get in touch with the crowd."
Hearing this, the little child hiding in the corner bit his lip gently, and his eyes couldn't help but turn red.
His house was filled with paper figures, which looked eerie and scary, and seemed unlucky, so few children wanted to be with him.
In addition, those who came to his house on weekdays were always there for funerals or to pay tribute to the deceased during the Qingming Festival.
Which one looks better
Ah Fu became more and more afraid of strangers, but he didn't blame his father because he could see how hard his father worked every day.
It was not easy to have only one eye, and working from dawn to dusk to make paper ties could barely make enough for two people to eat.
His leg was broken, and he was reluctant to buy herbs worth dozens of cents, and had to drag on with his life. Ah Fu was very distressed about him, as he had never made his father worry about him.
After trying my best, I finally became an ordinary person.
Russell saw this and was overwhelmed with grief. He lived in the charity cemetery and was no different from this Ah Fu.
But fortunately, he still had Uncle Jiu and Xiao Hei who often bullied him. Later, he also had Wencai, Senior Brother Qiu Sheng, and later Erhei.
"On weekdays, I take my son shopping and let him bask in the sun. But not long ago, his leg became like this!" The old man let out a sigh of relief. He was already a poor man, and now he had to deal with such a miserable thing.
"I'm afraid I won't be able to go even for the Qingming Festival in a few days. Ah Fu has been looking forward to this day for a long time."
There was a moment of silence in the house. In the corner, Ah Fu gently touched the paper wreath in his arms, which he had learned to fold from the example of his father, for the purpose of burning it for his mother this year.
The rain is too heavy!
Everyone was silent. This was God's business, what could mortals like them do
Suddenly, a series of rapid noises came from outside, even drowning out the sound of the heavy rain.
Uncle Jiu stood up and walked directly to the door to look at the situation outside. He saw heavy rain like a curtain and countless people running inside, holding shovels in their hands, running towards one place.
A familiar figure appeared, and Uncle Jiu's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Li Sanshui!"
The man who was running hurriedly in the rain suddenly stopped, splashing water all over the ground. He looked left and right, and finally found the source of the sound.
Li Sanshui was overjoyed, "Uncle Jiu!"
He hurried over and got in front of Uncle Jiu, saying in a hurried tone, "Uncle Jiu, something terrible has happened. There is a flood in the Renjia River outside. It's coming fiercely from outside!"
The river outside Renjia Town is naturally called Renjia River. No one knows where its source is, but I heard that it is a branch of a big river, so it can be considered a large river.
On weekdays, people fetch water from the river for cooking, getting clothes and fishing. This may be the reason why the wealthy and prestigious Ren family established Renjia Town here.
Live by the mountain, eat by the mountain; live by the water, eat by the water.
The Renjia River, which used to support Renjia Town, is no longer peaceful today.
Because the rain was too heavy!
"Very fierce!" Uncle Jiu was shocked, "How fierce is it?"
"I'm afraid it's as high as three or four stories. The water ghost before was nothing!" Li Sanshui still had lingering fears when he mentioned this.
The last time he fell into the water, it took four or five men to pull him out together, but this time, no one knew how many people had gone, and the rapid drumbeats in the town never stopped!
This is the rule of Renjia Town. Once you enter Renjia Town, you are considered a member of the same clan as you are connected to the bones and tendons. No matter what your surname is, if there is a disaster, every household must send a man to support.
This drumbeat is the sound of the horn!
"Uncle Jiu, go and take a look. Only a Taoist master like you can subdue it!"
Without Li Sanshui's pleading, Uncle Jiu put on the raincoat and said, "Russell, it's raining heavily and there are many people here. Just stay here. I'll be back soon!"
Before he could finish his words, he rushed into the dense rain and into the endless darkness.
Russell jumped off the chair directly. This time it was a big one. Maybe his energy points would exceed a thousand in the near future.
How is it possible to just sit here and do nothing
"Little Taoist Priest!"
The old man shouted anxiously, this was the little apprentice of his benefactor Uncle Jiu, and nothing could go wrong with him.
Russell stopped, took out a piece of paper from his arms, folded it gently several times, and then stuffed it into Ah Fu's hand. He turned around and rushed into the heavy rain wearing his straw raincoat.
The old man shouted anxiously, but he couldn't run fast enough. Before he had taken a few steps, he heard Ah Fu crying.
He looked back and saw that the paper figure in Ah Fu's hand kept changing and turned into the appearance of the child's mother!
“Bang.”
The old man's walking stick fell directly to the ground, and he muttered to himself, "This is a little living god!"
Good people will be rewarded, a little fairy has been reincarnated into a kind family!
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