“Dangdangdang!”
Wencai got up particularly early today. Unlike in the past, Xiao Hei had to call him three times before he reluctantly let go of Zhou Gong's daughter and got out of bed.
Because today is Dragon Boat Festival.
According to the local customs, every household must clean the house, plant mugwort, sprinkle realgar, and eat some rice dumplings.
But it was Wencai who did all these things, while Russell was teasing Erhei in the yard.
Let him work
Hiring child labor, what a vicious person!
Wencai naturally would not let his junior fellow apprentice do it, so he started cleaning the entire charity cemetery from beginning to end in the morning.
The charity cemetery is very large and it is difficult to clean it by one person.
But today is different. The front and back of the cemetery are empty. On normal days, there are occasionally some coffins placed in the front yard.
Those are because they haven't found a good feng shui site yet, or the auspicious day has not come, so the coffin can only be temporarily placed in the charity cemetery.
Nowadays, the population pressure is huge and there are not many Feng Shui sites to begin with, making it even more difficult to find them. After searching for dragon points and locating the sites, we finally found a piece of land, but it ended up being occupied by someone else.
Digging up human graves is both detrimental to one's virtue and immoral, so one can only continue searching all over the mountain.
Uncle Jiu is very patient. Over the years, he has visited all the good feng shui locations around. At worst, it can't be an unlucky place.
Those Feng Shui masters who couldn't wait would simply turn over the compass, carry their Luoyang shovels, call three or five friends, and quit Feng Shui to start digging for gold instead.
The industry is really too inward-looking.
Now that it is the Dragon Boat Festival, the charity cemetery will naturally be emptied, and those customers who have not yet been buried will have to spend the night outside.
Anyway, these customers have absolutely no complaints and absolutely no negative reviews.
Wencai finished cleaning the front and back rooms when he heard knocks on the door. He opened the front door and saw Qiu Sheng coming.
Every time there is a festival, he would definitely come to his master.
First, he is an orphan without a father or a mother, and his aunt has her own family, so it is good enough for her to take care of him on a daily basis.
Second, Uncle Jiu treated him very well. Over the years, they had become like a family member, so it was natural for them to celebrate holidays together.
Qiu Sheng carried a large pile of mugwort and two peach wood branches on his shoulders.
Mugwort is a good thing. It can be inserted on the door to ward off evil spirits, soaked in water to improve eyesight, and most importantly, it can be used to cook eggs and eat.
Combined with Uncle Jiu’s secret recipe, it’s so delicious!
If you don't mind, the leftover water can be used for bathing and foot soaking to get rid of athlete's foot and expel the coldness in the body. It is much more fragrant than soapberries.
The peach wood branches are naturally very useful. Corpses are often placed in charity cemeteries, so the yin energy is naturally heavier. Centipedes, scorpions, spiders, snakes and the like will often crawl there. You can use peach wood branches to knock on the walls, beams, and wooden beds to drive some of them away.
Of course, the charity cemetery does not need to do these things. Qiu Sheng brought back the peach wood branches just because of the custom here.
Why doesn’t the charity cemetery need it
Just look at Xiao Hei's chubby appearance and you will know that he is getting fatter and fatter the more he eats. The five poisonous animals are just condiments to him.
Wencai carefully looked at Qiu Sheng, his anxious face full of doubts, "Qiu Sheng, have you forgotten something?"
"Um?"
Qiu Sheng looked down and saw the mugwort and peach wood branches on his shoulders, and realgar and realgar wine in his hands.
There's nothing missing.
He was just about to retort to Wencai, thinking that this guy was joking with him again, when suddenly an idea flashed in his mind.
Qiu Sheng slapped his thigh fiercely, "Oh no! I forgot to buy rice dumplings for the Dragon Boat Festival!"
There were no women in the charity cemetery, and when it came to making rice dumplings, these grown men were a little anxious and as soon as they were put into the pot, all the dough came out.
None of them look good, and they taste weird.
So we have to buy some money from outside during the Dragon Boat Festival every year, especially this year, the charity cemetery opened a drama troupe outside, and the money poured into the charity cemetery like water. It can be said that the charity cemetery is no longer short of money.
Uncle Jiu didn’t expect that running a drama troupe would be so profitable. What are the costs
No.
Find a female ghost who can sing opera, negotiate the price, and if they do a good job, Uncle Jiu will give them some paper money. This is something they can use.
Paper money.
Uncle Jiu was not careful and his hand shook, and it happened.
What other expenses does a female ghost need
Yes, I don’t eat or sleep. I just like to smoke incense and I wish I could live my life holding incense.
However, Uncle Jiu would not do this business. After all, he is a Taoist priest and he also needs to maintain his reputation.
He was just helping Russell manage money. At such a young age, what if he spent money recklessly and didn't learn good lessons
He saved it for later use when Russell got married.
Qiu Sheng is responsible for making rice dumplings for the Dragon Boat Festival every year, but this year, Qiu Sheng forgot!
Qiu Sheng let out a strange cry, threw the mugwort on his shoulder directly to Wencai, turned around and ran outside.
Never underestimate the enthusiasm of the elderly who get up early in the morning to buy groceries. If they go too late, the groceries will probably be gone.
Wencai hurriedly held his hands and shouted loudly, "Qiu Sheng, Qiu Sheng, remember to buy some meat dumplings with sugar. Junior brother loves them the most."
"Okay!"
Qiu Sheng jumped up, picked up the bicycle at the door, and pedaled quickly.
Buy some meat dumplings and some candies, don’t forget.
Otherwise, the junior brother would probably take the three-meter-long sword hidden by the master and chase after the two of them to chop them.
Wencai shook his head, turned around and closed the door again. The master was burning incense and worshipping his ancestors inside, so he couldn't let outsiders in.
As soon as he walked into the inner room, the door was slammed.
"Russell, go open the door!"
Uncle Jiu respectfully held up three incense sticks and inserted them into the incense burner in front of the ancestor, and the female ghosts beside him cried with envy.
This incense is really fragrant, it’s the best kind, one stick is equivalent to several months of their practice!
But they definitely don't dare to touch it. Be careful when being a ghost, there are too many bad people out there.
"Okay!"
Russell floated down from the roof, holding Erhei in his arms. There was mist under his feet, and he looked like a god riding on the clouds.
This is the small spell he discovered recently, the Cloud and Mist Spell, which is a shortened and re-edited version of the secret technique of turning water into ice.
It has only one function, which is to add some clouds and fog out of thin air.
But it is definitely enough to show off. When you walk around in the world in the future, with clouds and mist rising under your feet, who would dare not be convinced
I guess he would kneel down on the ground and shout that a god has descended to the earth!
He put his hands behind his back and flew straight to the door. When he opened the door, he saw a fat old Taoist with a white beard, wearing a Taoist robe, standing at the door with a Taoist child by his side.
Russell suddenly felt familiar and exclaimed subconsciously.
"Zhang Sanfeng?"
“Don’t dare!”
The old Taoist laughed loudly. How could he dare to compete with the great Taoist master Zhang Sanfeng? But it was comfortable to hear children talking.
The Taoist boy beside him tugged at his sleeve, and the old Taoist suddenly realized something. He waved his sleeves and a strong wind blew away the clouds and mist under Russell's feet.
Looking closely, it turned out that Russell was standing on a flying turtle shell.