Modern Little Town God

The presence of loyal believers made Ruan Jiao radiant, and stretched his waist happily.

In the corner, Li Sanniang, who had already returned, stood in the shadows and saluted Ruan Jiao.

Ruan Jiao asked, "Did you meet anything last night?"

Li Sanniang reported in earnest: "Zong Zile's yang fire is too weak. Not long after you left, a few lonely ghosts came to him and tried to get on him. Sanniang drove them away according to your order, and among them One or two of the stronger ones were suppressed with a town talisman to make an example of them, and then few wild ghosts came over." At this point, she felt a little guilty, "But...the magic power in the town talisman has been used up."

This was expected, Ruan Jiao nodded and said: "Tomorrow I will go back to the imperial capital to continue my university studies, Sanniang, please think carefully about whether you will come with me."

Li Sanniang was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly realized that the body of the City God is still a college student. If she really wanted to be a ghost messenger, she would continue to be tested by the side of the City God, but she died in the Xiaoyang River, and she could not be reborn without a substitute I also miss the river that drowned her from the bottom of my heart... as if it killed her and imprisoned her.

Ruan Jiao understands this characteristic of drowned ghosts, but Li Sanniang has a strong ability to accept and does a few things in place. If she trains well, she might become his capable subordinate in the future, so she gave her a sweet date , said: "At present, I have just recovered, and my merits are not enough. If you can overcome this weakness and keep doing things with your heart, I may be able to make you a ghost in the future."

In the past, he only hinted, but now he can be said to be very frank.

Li Sanniang's ghostly eyes widened, and her heart fluttered.

Ruan Jiao didn't urge her, and waved her to go back: "Give me an answer tomorrow."

Li Sanniang saluted quickly: "Yes, Sanniang must think about it carefully."

After the female ghost left, Ruan Jiao got up to wash up, turned her head to say hello to Mrs. Li at the window, and sauntered out.

He thought, having a believer can only be regarded as a temporary relief from poverty, and faith still needs to be saved. His current merit is only so little, and he can't seal ghosts and gods for the time being. If he wants to drive ghosts to do things, he still has to carry them with a container... ... Let's go to the old man Ning's house in the village to buy a few small jars.

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Lizitun is an old village with a history of hundreds of years. The people in the village were originally surnamed Li, and there are many plum trees in the nearby forests, hence the name.Many years have passed, and there are not many plum trees left, and many people from other villages have come in, and this has become a village with mixed surnames. Up to now, there are at least dozens of surnames.

Although the village is small, it has all kinds of internal organs, such as tofu grinding, pig slaughtering, blacksmithing, and grocery stores.Father Ning is a clay pot maker. He has been doing this job since he entered Lizitun. It is an old craft.

Ruan Jiao walked to a bungalow and shouted outside the fence: "Papa Ning, I bought a pot!"

The inner door squeaked, and a dark-faced middle-aged man walked out. Seeing that it was Ruan Jiao, he opened the fence and asked with a smile, "Young Ruan family, what jar do you want to buy?"

Ruan Jiao walked in and measured with his hands: "Ten small jars that are bigger than a fist, with ears on both sides."

Father Ning thought for a while, then spread his palms: "Five yuan each."

Ruan Jiao took out a [-] and handed it over, saying, "I have to drive tomorrow, can I have it today?"

Father Ning asked: "Do you want to choose a color or style? If you don't choose, there are ready-made ones."

Ruan Jiao: "It should be ready-made."

So 5 minutes later, Ruan Jiao walked back while basking in the sun with a bunch of clay pots.

Taking the priesthood privilege has this advantage, so you don’t have to be as careful as you were when you were just stoned to death, lest you get burned if you expose it to a little more... Now you are just like normal people, you can expose yourself if you want, and you don’t want to expose yourself if you don’t want to.

It was getting late, and many villagers got up to work one after another, and they could meet people within a few steps. Ruan Jiao greeted them naturally:

"Uncle Wang is getting stronger and stronger."

"I'm going back to school tomorrow, and I'm going to cook for myself and buy some seasoning jars."

"It's okay if there's too much, just pack oil and salt."

"The bus at ten o'clock in the morning, first the bus and then the high-speed train, Auntie Xie for your concern..."

While walking, suddenly several villagers looked towards the entrance of the village.

Ruan Jiao froze for a moment, then turned her head.

A few cars came in from the entrance of the village, they were low-key but high-end luxury cars, and they went through the village road to the mountains.

Ruan Jiao felt strange, so she showed a little curiosity.

A man carrying water next to him smiled: "Boy of the Ruan family, you have been busy studying all these years, so you don't know this family, but you must remember that there is a wild mountain behind our village that was bought as an ancestral grave. They are all enclosed and no one is allowed to enter. That is what this family bought. They come back every Qingming Festival to worship their ancestors. Sometimes there are many people and sometimes there are few people. This year they drove several cars, which is the most. I heard Ah, their family is very rich, and they don't know people here well, if it weren't for ancestor worship, we would never see their cars in our life."

Ruan Jiao remembered that there was indeed such a thing. The place deep behind the mountain was the burial place of a family hundreds of years ago. The family moved away long ago. It is said that they made a fortune outside. However, they still abide by the old rules and firmly believe that the ancestral grave cannot be moved lightly, so they bought that place and passed it down from generation to generation.The nearby villagers couldn't go there. In the early days, if they went in, they would be beaten out with sticks. Later, some people were shot. It seems that the family didn't come back for a long time. The villagers guessed that they were in turmoil. It was also in the past ten years that the family reappeared and gradually resumed worshiping ancestors.

Those cars were really impressive, and many villagers went there, wanting to join in the fun.Ruan Jiao was not interested, and continued to walk back, but when he was walking past an old plum tree, he was stopped by something.

Ruan Jiao looked down, and saw a familiar little ghost holding his clothes with a small hand, and raised his head timidly.

——Isn’t this what he fed two days ago? How did he come here?

The little ghost blinked his big ghost eyes: "Brother, you can see me, right?"

Ruan Jiao said "hmm": "What's the matter?" Business is here?

The kid was happy for a while, then sniffled, and said, "Brother, can I follow you? I eat very little, and I can help you with work! Can you accept me? I'm so hungry, I just met you, a good person who can see me..."

Ruan Jiao was a little dazed. Dare love is not a business. Are you here to ask him for a long-term meal ticket?

Looking at the jar he just bought, he was a little hesitant. He was thinking about taking in a few ghosts to do errands for him, but one came and asked for a job. Well, it's like hiring child labor, it's a bit hard to do, if you don't accept it... Looking at the situation of this little ghost, he can't always snatch the big ghost, and he may be really hungry in the end, it's too pitiful.

Otherwise, it should be considered as charity?

Sighing silently, Ruan Jiao knocked on the small clay pot at hand and said, "You're lucky, come in."

The little ghost's ghostly eyes widened, and he immediately turned into a puff of black smoke, and settled down happily.

Ruan Jiao had never been in the jar before, so he asked casually, "Is it crowded?"

The little ghost said tenderly, "It's very spacious."

"That's fine, you go back with me first, and we'll talk about the rest later."

"Yes, Master!"

"No, just keep calling me brother."

"Okay brother, I know brother, you are the best brother."

Ruan Jiao paused, then walked forward as if nothing had happened.

This little mouth... seems a bit too sweet, right?

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After arriving home, Ruan Jiao closed the windows and drew the curtains, and knocked on the pot to let the kid out.

A puff of black smoke fell from the jar to the corner of the wall. The kid stood upright and raised his hand very obediently: "Don't worry, brother, I can clean the table, sweep the floor, clean up the house, cook and wash clothes. I will never eat free rice."

Ruan Jiao touched his nose.

When it's over, it feels more like employing child labor.

He looked at the little ghost carefully, last time he thought it was just a chance meeting and giving him a meal, but now that he has the intention of adopting, he has to figure out the little ghost's origin.

The little ghost noticed Ruan Jiao's eyes, and his expression became more honest.

Ruan Jiao said, "What's your name?"

The little ghost replied obediently: "My name is Miao Xiaoheng. This year... no, I was almost five years old when I died."

Ruan Jiao hesitated for a moment, but still asked: "...do you remember when you were alive?"

Miao Xiaoheng grinned. Although the big ghost eyes are a bit creepy, the dimples on his lips are still very cute: "Remember! I was brought out by the nanny and killed."

Ruan Jiao didn't expect to hear this, and was frightened, so the volume was a little louder: "What?"

Miao Xiaoheng was also taken aback.

Ruan Jiao quickly lowered her voice: "If you are too uncomfortable, don't think about it."

Miao Xiaoheng shook his head: "I've been dead for ten years, and I don't feel bad anymore."

Then he talked about the things he remembered, calmly and well-behaved.

Ten years ago, Miao Xiaoheng lived in the town with his mother. His mother was a beautiful woman who knew how to dress up. She worked in other provinces all year round. In order to take care of Miao Xiaoheng, she hired a local nanny.

The nanny had just had a child, and she had a motherly heart towards Miao Xiaoheng, but Miao Xiaoheng's mother sent back too many good things for Miao Xiaoheng, a lot of extravagant toys, clothes, learning machines and books. The best, but the babysitter's children who are the same age as Miao Xiaoheng are fed by mediocre food. After a long time, the nanny is not reconciled. She ignores the high salary given by Miao Xiaoheng's mother. I couldn't help but say a few words to my husband.

Originally, the nanny was just jealous, but her husband was the first to be greedy. He urged the nanny to take Miao Xiaoheng out, and wanted to blackmail Miao Xiaoheng's mother for a sum of money, but Miao Xiaoheng was very clever, and sneaked away, almost Run to the police station.The nanny and his wife were terrified, and after finally finding Miao Xiaoheng, they beat him violently as if to vent their anger, and then they accidentally beat Miao Xiaoheng to death.

Ruan Jiao frowned: "What happened next?"

Miao Xiaoheng smiled: "Later they were arrested and sentenced to death." He tilted his head and thought for a while, "The younger brother of their family was adopted by their relatives."

The author has something to say: That's right, the big brother is Gong~