Chapter 11
"What's going on? Dad!" Long Xiaoshan walked into the main room and put down the bucket and basket. He saw Long Dashan sitting in the main room smoking a cigarette he rolled himself, frowning and looking depressed.
"It's not that bad village chief." Long Xiaoling said angrily.
"Xiao Ling, please keep your voice down." Long Dashan scolded.
"Dad, what's going on? Who is the village chief in the village now?" Long Xiaoshan just came back and didn't ask these things. He didn't even know who the village chief was.
"Uncle Kui," Long Dashan said dully.
"Long Fakui?" Long Xiaoshan's heart skipped a beat and he said, "How come he came back to be the village chief? Hasn't he always been in the county?"
"In the first two years when I came back, I opened a sawmill in Shilongpo outside the village. Later I ran for village chief. As you know, now the village chiefs are all elected by rich people. He is the richest in our village, and His sawmill recruited many people to work in the village, and after your uncle Tie retired, he chose them," Long Dashan said.
"Dad, you said you were going to work at the sawmill this morning, wouldn't he be the one driving it?" Long Xiaoshan asked.
"He was the one who drove it, but today he fired our dad and asked the village committee to cut off our electricity supply. Isn't this bullying?" Long Xiaoling said aggrievedly.
Long Xiaoshan thought about it for a moment and then he understood.
It must have something to do with the good deed he had done to Long Fakui in Baogudi that morning.
This is obviously revenge.
Long Xiaoshan said with stern eyes: "It's okay to resign our father. It's the factory he runs, but what's the matter with turning off the electricity to our house? Can the village committee just turn on the electricity?"
Long Dashan sighed and said: "Shanzi, our family owed a lot of money after your accident. I used all my monthly salary from working in the sawmill to pay off the debt. I still owed the electricity bill. Today he asked me to go back." After I got home, many people from the village came to collect debts, and Ergouzi, who called me to pay the electricity bill, also came to my door. I couldn't get it out for a while, so he turned off the electricity."
There was a surge of anger in Long Xiaoshan's heart.
This Long Fakui is really nothing.
Public revenge for private revenge!
He wanted to settle the score with this old guy right away, but after thinking about it, Long Xiaoshan calmed down.
Long Fakui was here to do something bad. He took action directly, but he was in trouble. Moreover, he had just been released from prison and he didn't want to do anything casually again.
The main reason is that my family is so poor that I can't even pay the electricity bill, otherwise I wouldn't be able to manipulate others casually.
"Dad, tell me how much debt our family still owes," Long Xiaoshan said.
"This..." Long Dashan hesitated and said, "There are still more than 30,000."
More than 30,000 yuan is already a huge amount of money in the village. No wonder Long Dashan is so worried. Long Xiaoshan comforted him: "Dad, don't worry, I will find a way to find the money. I will go to the county job market tomorrow to see if I can find it." A job.”
"I'll go too." Long Xiaoling said.
"What are you going to do?" Long Xiaoshan frowned.
"Brother, I still have two months to go to school. I can work during the summer vacation." Long Xiaoling said, "Fangfang from the next village is working in the county. She asked me to go last time. Brother, I'm older too. , we can’t keep spending our family’s money.”
Seeing Long Xiaoling's insistence, Long Xiaoshan said nothing more. He had been to big cities and knew that there were many students in big cities who had summer internships to enrich their social experience.
"I'll prepare some medicine for Mom first. Xiao Ling, you go and fry the shrimps."
Long Xiaoshan poured out half of the bucket of shrimps and put the rest into the water tank.
I took the basket of herbs to the backyard and selected the herbs that were used to prepare Shenggu Powder. Shenggu Powder requires four kinds of herbs, and each herb requires a different part. Some are roots, some are leaves, and some are stems. The selected parts are It is also very particular, such as the few inches below the root, which is very detailed. Even if others get the prescription, they know that the herbs will not be able to match it.
Long Xiaoshan took an iron pot, boiled the herbs, and pounded them into paste-like black medicinal cakes.
He went into the inner room.
"Little Shanzi." He Xiangyue shouted while lying on the bed.
"Mom, I've prepared the medicine. I'll get it up for you now." Long Xiaoshan held the medicine cake and gauze bandage in his hand.
"Okay, okay, Xiao Shanzi, thank you for your hard work." He Xiangyue looked at her son very kindly.
Long Xiaoshan smiled, untied the wooden board on He Xiangyue's leg, looked at the injured leg, put the medicine cake on it, and wrapped it with a gauze bandage.
"Mom, how do you feel?" Long Xiaoshan said.
"It's itchy, it's so itchy, it feels like there are a lot of ants crawling around." He Xiangyue said restlessly.
Long Xiaoshan said: "The itching means that the medicine has taken effect, and the bones inside must be growing. Mom, please bear with it. Don't move around now."
"Okay." He Xiangyue nodded vigorously.
Long Xiaoshan stayed with her in the room for a while, then went outside to eat something and then went inside. There was not much entertainment in the countryside. There was not even a TV at home, and there was a power outage. Long Xiaoshan ran inside to meditate.
I was sitting in meditation, and before I knew it, I suddenly felt a trance in front of my eyes.
Long Xiaoshan found himself standing in a void space with a bottle suspended in front of his eyes.
"Isn't this the bottle I picked up? Why did it appear here, and where is it?" Rao Shilong Xiaoshan didn't believe in ghosts and gods, and he was so scared that he was covered in white hair and sweat.
But he is a bold man.
Without panicking, he approached the bottle and found that the bottle was a little different from when he picked it up. There was a faint light on it. There seemed to be many mountains and rivers in the bottle. Plants, trees, insects, and fish were constantly flowing. There were also things on the bottle. Five glittering tadpole essays.
This kind of writing is extremely ancient and full of spirituality.
Long Xiaoshan had never seen such words before, but he recognized the meaning of these five words, Jade Purifying Vase of Merit and Virtue.
Merit jade purification bottle, what does it mean
This bottle was picked up from Guanyin Cave. Could it be that it is the treasure of Empress Guanyin
Long Xiaoshan came up with this idea and thought it was ridiculous. Are there really gods in this world? But this thing is definitely not ordinary, otherwise it wouldn't suddenly disappear and reappear here.
Long Xiaoshan stretched out his hand to hold the merit jade purification bottle.
Suddenly, a coldness surged through his body, causing his soul to moan in comfort. Long Xiaoshan suddenly woke up and found that he was still sitting on the bed, but somehow he felt that his facial features were clearer.
And through the wall, you can clearly "see" your father sitting in the main room smoking a cigarette, and your little sister is patching clothes in the room.
That kind of vision expands further.
He "saw" the fifth aunt's house next door. The fifth aunt was chattering and talking to the third uncle next door about the family's shortcomings. She happened to mention that Long Dashan still owed her family two thousand yuan and had not paid back. Now that Long Xiaoshan is back from prison, he also I don’t know when the money will be repaid.
Long Xiaoshan quickly moved his "sight" away and looked further away.
Through a wall, he saw a wooden bed making violent creaking sounds, and two people doing some kind of exercise inappropriate for children.
Long Xiaoshan's heart felt hot. Isn't this the widow's house in the village
Didn’t the man in her family die for many years
Long Xiaoshan was not someone who liked peeping, and it didn't matter that Widow Zhang was stealing from him. After all, it was normal for a man to take care of his physiological needs after he had been dead for many years. He was about to leave his sight, but suddenly he stopped again and stared intently. The person on the bed, isn't it the village chief Long Fakui who is on Widow Zhang
(End of chapter)