debt repayment

When Chen Jinshi came back with the grass on his back, he saw that Quanying was still playing with Song Huian's tits.

Seeing her, Quan Ying wailed as if seeing her parents, "My good sister, why have you been here for so long? My stomach is so hungry."

"I'm sorry, the grass in the mountains has been cut off today, and it's hard to find. I'll go and make it for you." Chen Jin hurriedly went to the backyard to bring out a little chicken. More than a catty, meaty and fragrant, wait a minute, young master."

"Sister," Song Hui'an said, "don't throw away the blood, keep it."

Chen Jinshi responded, thinking that he was eating chicken blood, he put water and salt in the bowl in advance, wiped the chicken's neck, and caught the chicken blood with the bowl.She entered the house with the dead chicken in one hand and the blood in the other.The chicken blood was put in the stove, and the chicken was scalded in boiling water, and then she carried it to the backyard to pluck its feathers.Xiao Daotong followed her to watch her pluck the chicken feathers, and picked up a few beautiful tail feathers.

"Good sister, can you make a shuttlecock? Help me make a shuttlecock."

Chen Jinshi only felt that this child didn't follow her brother honestly and acted like a baby, but came to annoy her by chattering, making her already anxious heart even more impetuous.

But she had to respond in a good voice: "Little son, be good, I will make it for you this afternoon."

Xiao Daotong said with a smile: "Sister, why don't you kill the chicken at night, you kill a piglet, and sell the rest of the meat to us, and we will take it away."

"okay."

She thought to herself that these fake gods were Jin Gui, and the people in their village only ate morning food and feeding, and this little Taoist boy arranged three meals a day without saying anything, and it was really difficult to take care of him.

"By the way, sister, I see that there are quite a lot of pigs in your pen. Is someone here to collect the pigs?"

Chen Jinshi was upset, and said perfunctorily: "Yes, the pigs in our village are well raised, and the butchers at the foot of the mountain like to come to collect pigs."

She plucked the chicken's feathers, washed the chicken, and then went back, not caring about Quanying playing with mud in the stinking backyard by himself.Unexpectedly, before returning to the front of the hall, she glanced at the bowl containing the chicken blood, the fresh chicken blood had solidified into lumps, but she always felt that the amount of blood was less than when she brought it back.

Song Hui'an left the table and walked up to her, watching her busy chopping the chicken into pieces, marinating it, and cooking it.He stood still without a sound, his eyes fixed on Chen Jinshi's condiments and movements.

His eyes were too straightforward, with a bit of vigilance, he landed on Chen Jinshi's hand, seeing her uncomfortable, he said: "Young master, this smoke is heavy, you stand here and choke your nose."

Song Hui'an said lightly: "It's okay, it's rare for me to see how home-cooked dishes are made, just let me see."

This is really a pampered young master.But she still likes this beautiful young man more than that naughty boy.

Although facing strangers, the expression on his face is not as kind and soft as that of his younger brother, as unpredictable as a cold spring under the moon.

It's strange to say that this person doesn't wear the clothes of a living fairy, doesn't carry a sword, and doesn't look like a living fairy at all, but the little boy in black robe emphasized that the two of them are on the same team!

She sprinkled some salt into the pot, and said tentatively: "Young master, where are you living gods? I don't know the clothes of the young master."

Song Hui'an didn't change his face: "East land Xiaoyaozhou is empty."

"Hey, Dongtu? That's far away. You must have important things to do when you come to Nantu."

"It's just for leisure. I heard that there are ghosts here, so we will come over to have a look. Speaking of which, your village..." Song Hui'an narrowed his eyes, and saw Chen Jin's finger tightening, and said, "Is there any custom? Attention outsiders? My brother and I want to walk around the village for a while after dinner to find out about ghosts."

"Hey, you really don't need it!" Chen Jin said, "There hasn't been a single death in our village for so many years, we've all looked down on it, what ghosts and ghosts, just don't harm us."

She put the lid on the chicken pot, heated up the leftover porridge from the morning, and lowered her head, not wanting Song Hui'an to see her expression.

Seeing that she hadn't tampered with the food, Song Hui'an retreated to the table. It happened that Quan Ying came back from the backyard, holding a few red chicken feathers in his hand.

"Brother Zhu, this looks good, you take it."

"What's so good about this? Have you washed it, so you don't smell like chicken."

Quan Ying sweetly said: "I use the deodorant to eliminate the smell."

When Chen Jinshi heard this, his hands trembled, and he almost dropped the iron spoon to the ground.Seeing this, Quan Ying said with concern: "My good sister, but the smell in the backyard has distracted you? Xiao Dao'er brought a few clean-odour talismans with him, including all kinds of flavors, or I'll post them in the backyard for you? "

"No, no, no!" Chen Jinshi quickly waved his hands and laughed, "It's the only way to raise pigs in my backyard. Immortal arts are so precious, how can they be wasted on such things."

Seeing that she didn't want to continue the conversation, Quan Ying said again: "Brother Zhu, what's the date today?"

"July fourteenth."

Fourteenth of July?Isn't it July and a half tomorrow?

"My dear sister, do you have any customs on Ghost Festival? If it's interesting, Xiaodaoer would like to stay with you for a few more days."

"Just burn the paper, there is nothing interesting."

Quan Ying pretended to regret: "Oh, it's a pity, it's rare to come out to play."

It just so happened that the chicken marinade was dry, Chen Jinshi waved a big spoon, and a pot of roasted chicken with delicious color and fragrance came out of the pan and served on a plate.As soon as the chicken with the aroma of hot oil and meat is brought to the table, even the porridge and steamed buns on the table are delicious.

Quan Ying inserted his chopsticks into the bowl as big as his head, accurately hit the burnt chicken liver, and gave it to Song Hui'an to eat.Li Gui likes to eat liver, since it can't eat human offal, it can also relieve the taste with animals.Song Hui'an also readily took it, then hesitated for a moment between the chicken blood and the chicken leg, and gave the chicken leg to Quan Ying.

Ah Mu's body is made of spirit wood, and it's also a wood sword to ward off evil. She shouldn't like blood, right?

Thinking like this, he sent the juicy chicken blood clots into his mouth very comfortably.

"My good sister, your roast chicken is so delicious," Quanying praised with puffed cheeks, "Is everyone in your village so good at roast chicken? Is there any girl of the right age? I want to hire you." The cook is gone."

Chen Jinshi did not speak.Hearing a knock on the door, she went out and opened it, and brought back a very tall and strong man with a broad knife.Among ordinary people, the only one who can have a strong bloody evil spirit on his body, except the executioner, is the butcher.

Song Hui'an was particularly sensitive to the fishy smell on the broad knife. Chen Butcher had only half a foot to enter the door, and he suddenly raised his eyes to look at him.

For a moment, Chen Tuhu only felt that the strangely beautiful man had a fierce look in his eyes, and he didn't have the reserved manner of Shi Takako who had just looked at him from a distance.Song Hui'an, like a fierce ghost, saw the meat he wanted, and the sudden gathering of sinister energy between his brows could turn into sharp teeth, and swallow the knife in his hand.

He was a man as brave as an ox, but he was so frightened by the brutal greedy appetite that he couldn't move.

However, in the next second, what he thought was an illusion turned out to be an illusion.All the viciousness in the young man's eyes dissipated, he only frowned slightly, his face was like a moon, like a good man and a believer who can't see killing, dissatisfied with the knife with countless pig souls.

Song Hui'an didn't speak, just stared at the knife silently, Chen Jin said quickly: "Young master, this is the butcher in our village, I asked him to prepare some food, we are busy in the backyard, you take your time Eat." After saying that, he led the butcher through the house, and gently closed the door that blocked the backyard.

After dinner, Quan Ying dragged Song Hui'an onto the village road.Feeling the warmth in Song Hui'an's hands, Quan Ying said, "Brother Zhu, you want me to give you a sparrow for the Ghost Festival tomorrow?"

Song Hui'an frowned and said, "No, I don't want to go out tomorrow."

"Why is this?"

"In July and a half, ghosts ran around, and a group of headless things huddled together and sang mourning songs, which was noisier than beating gongs and drums." Song Hui'an said with a little disgust, remembering what happened when he lived in the ruins.Seeing some villagers carrying firewood approaching and looking at them from time to time, he consciously remained silent.

When the villagers walked away, Song Hui'an whispered again: "It's strange to say that every household in this village is starting to decorate their doors at this time, posting red paintings and hanging lanterns. Could it be that they are welcoming dead ghosts?"

Quan Ying also replied in a low voice: "Maybe it's because the folk customs are different."

I can't even believe this.

Who has nothing to do to put up lanterns and streamers before the Ghost Festival?A living person does not welcome the God of Wealth, but welcomes ghosts to enter the door. Look at the posture that decorates the facade. If the heart is sincere, the ghosts will be able to trample the door of his house to death.

Men, women and children in every household were busy arranging the courtyards in front of their houses. Some villagers sitting at the gates would even take the initiative to say hello to them when they saw them, presumably because they knew the monks very well.

"Oh, living god, where do you come from?"

"East earth is empty."

"Oh, I never heard of this flute recipe." The old villager was quite enthusiastic. "You just arrived in our village, right? Come and sit at our house. We have tea to serve you."

It doesn't sound like a problem at first glance, but when you think about it, it's like saying "we have a very good butcher's knife here".

Quan Ying put on a cute childish expression, and said, "No, no, grandpa, my brother and I are staying at Chen Jin's at the entrance of the village."

The old man was quite disappointed, frowned and said: "Ah, there is no fate."

"It's destined, it's destined," Quan Ying said, "Grandpa, my brother and I have little knowledge, can you tell me what kind of festival you are preparing for?"

The old man seemed to have suddenly changed into a shrewd soul, and said foolishly: "What kind of festival? Our village custom is to worship ancestors and go to the graves every July and a half to show filial piety to the ancestors. There is no festival."

"So that's how it is," Quan Ying nodded and said, "I see that everyone is very serious, and thought they were welcoming the God of Wealth. Speaking of which, Grandpa, are you haunted?"

The old man waved his hand and said, "What the hell is going on, it won't harm anyone."

Quan Ying narrowed her eyes slightly, and had a general idea in her heart.

Just at this time, there was a series of footsteps behind him, and something was flying towards him wrapped in the wind. Song Hui'an was quick with his hands and eyes, and protected him in his arms, preventing the fist-sized stone from hitting the back of his head.Although Xiao Daotong is not a mortal body, he feels that he will definitely be in pain.

Unexpectedly, Song Hui'an could not escape the flying stone.He immediately became angry and turned around suddenly.

"Grab him—! Hold him! Hold him!"

[The author has something to say: Although it looks like nonsense, it is actually not【【】