After hearing the news, the villagers couldn't help but gather together with fear and hope. Even the patrol gods in the city were alerted, crouching and watching from the air.
After all, people are like drops of water, which together form a flood. Once they gather together, no matter how cowardly they are, they will develop some fanaticism and courage.
For example, now, the crowd is surrounding Hua Weng as he returns to his residence. The leader, Hua Weng, is still worried, but the crowd begins to shout and rejoice inexplicably, as if they have achieved some unwarranted victory, as if the crisis presented by the Cave City is no longer worth mentioning.
.
Until he was blocked by a small group of people.
The first person to greet me was a middle-aged man. He was well-dressed and had a very respectful attitude. He never straightened his waist when he spoke.
"Oh! Is Mr. Hua originally here? Is he still okay? It's really a hard search for the younger generation."
"Who are you?"
"Old Hua is joking, junior Sun Bingcheng."
"Shu's eyes are dim. I just saw him from a distance. He looked like a human but not a human. He looked like a dog but not a dog. Now I'm getting closer. It turns out it's shopkeeper Sun. How come I haven't seen him for a few days and his appearance has changed."
The man's smile froze on his face.
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"Who is this person?"
Li Changan asked in the crowd.
Huangwei replied:
"He is the old man Hua who designed the trap."
"You still dare to enter Fuguifang?" Li Changan asked curiously, "You are quite courageous."
"If he had a bad egg, how could he act as an accomplice to a tiger?"
Huang Wei quietly pointed at the few men walking behind Sun Bingcheng. They were all strong and arrogant, and none of them looked kind.
“The man at the head is named Luo Mingyong, nicknamed ‘Tian Bu Shuo’, and he is Luo Zhenguang’s younger brother.”
Li Changan remembered that the name "Luo Zhenguang" was the leader of a large gang in the city, the "Chaoyixin", and he was called the Ghost King Grandpa in Cave City.
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There was laughter everywhere.
Sun Bingcheng didn't get angry. He quickly glanced around him and saw that the villagers had surrounded him from all sides.
His waist is bent even lower.
"It's probably because I'm worried about my old age, and I feel haggard without realizing it."
"I'm worried about you? You're worried about the Di store, right?" Hua Weng said sarcastically, "There are still five days before the acceptance date in the contract, and shopkeeper Sun is urging me more urgently than Wu Chang!"
Sun Bingcheng waved his hand and said, "I don't dare."
"Mr. Hua misunderstood me too much, but I am loyal to Mr. Hua. This time..." He paused, looked at his companions behind him, and then took a deep breath, "It's really a great thing.
We need to inform Mr. Hua."
The surroundings suddenly became noisy, mixed with countless obscenities.
This movie about killing a thousand cuts also has good things going on? It's nothing more than a weasel giving New Year greetings to a chicken.
Hua Weng asked everyone to be quiet and see what other tricks he had.
Sun Bingcheng grunted twice and continued: "Master Luo asked me to tell him that there was a misunderstanding about the granary. Chaoyixin has no intention of intervening in Fuguifang. But he does want to acquire the Di store. Master Luo said that as long as
If you are willing to transfer the land title, not only can you pay three times the high price, but you will also bear the compensation for the breach of contract in the granary."
It's really shameless.
Hua Weng snorted coldly and didn't want to pay attention.
But the people around him could no longer hold back their anger and shouted angrily.
"You're a bastard who eats everything, and you're still pretending!"
Sun Bingcheng was still trying to argue at first: "How can it be hypocritical when it is a method that is beneficial to both parties?"
"Bah! If you hadn't deliberately deceived me, how would you be today!"
"How is it that what is written in black and white on the deed is a lie?!"
Sun Bingcheng's sophistry naturally aroused more anger. A young man gritted his teeth and said: "Why are you chatting with him? He is just a running dog! He should be skinned." People around him shouted together and wanted to take action.
Sun Bingcheng was so frightened that he backed away repeatedly, but Luo Yong raised his hand to stop him and slapped him hard on the shoulder. Ignoring the overwhelming anger of the crowd, he stepped forward with his arms folded, almost touching his chest to the young man's fist.
"dog?"
Luo Yong spat and asked in an angry voice.
"Whose dog?!"
"Of course..." The young man suddenly swallowed his words as he spoke, suppressing his face until it turned red.
"What?" Luo Yong looked disdainful, "Don't dare to say? Okay! I'll tell you for you."
He cupped his hands and bowed in the direction of the city.
"It's the dog of the Cave City! It's the dog of the old man, the Dharma King of Dharma, the mighty virtue of the ten directions!"
"The Mighty Virtue Dharma King of the Ten Directions" floated like an invisible hand, and in an instant, it strangled the throats of the people in the room. It is said that people in Qiantang worship ghosts and gods. Is it because they are more pious than others? No, it is because they are closer to ghosts and gods. !
Luo Yong raised his head and looked around. As far as he could see, some of the crowd suppressed their anger, some timidly looked away, and some tried their best to move away from the ditches on the street that were rumored to hide ghosts.
Amid the majesty of ghosts and gods, why is the resentment of mortals worth mentioning?
Luo Yong was so satisfied that he sneered and turned to Hua Weng.
He cupped his fists and called out: "Old Master."
Hua Weng looked at him coldly.
Luo Yong didn't take it seriously and said to himself:
"You are a guest of the Thirteenth Family, and you are one of the most important figures in the city and outside the city. But my brothers, Chao Yixin, are just poor men hanging around in the street. How can I have the courage to attack you? Your old restaurant is ours. Want it? No! It’s Cave City who wants it, it’s Dharma King who wants it!”
Hua Weng still said nothing.
Luo Yong's tone was full of playfulness:
"Please consider it carefully during these five days. Just think of it as helping me and yourself."
After that, he turned around and left.
There were also many spirited men in the brown-clothed gang, and they silently stopped him, but Hua Weng waved his hand to let him go.
He became more and more proud, laughed and walked away.
Sun Bingcheng still wanted to say a few polite words, but when he saw the sad and angry eyes of the people around him, he didn't dare to talk nonsense. Like a frightened dog, he also tucked his tail behind his master's heels and walked away.
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Sun Bingcheng and Haiping left, leaving behind a basin of ice water that extinguished the fanaticism in Fuguifang, and people fell back into the cold reality.
Five days to go.
Hua Weng will lose his store.
The Ghost King Temple will rise from the ground in Fuguifang.
Everyone will lose their only remaining place to live, and then wander into ravines.
Silence enveloped the people, and they looked at their backbone, but Hua Weng remained silent, as if he was caught in some kind of fierce inner struggle and couldn't extricate himself.
a long time.
Someone hesitantly suggested that we should seize these five days to build the granary.
Someone immediately retorted.
It turns out that although the granary can be rebuilt from a warehouse and there are ready-made beam and column frames available, according to the contract, the granary has certain specifications.
The walls had to be changed from the original earthen wood to masonry, and the roof had to be made of blue tiles instead of thatch.
Because Qiantang is humid and rainy, the ground must be raised and suspended to prevent moisture; and the floor must be laid in three layers, one layer of sand, one layer of straw, and one layer of wooden boards to prevent moisture.
The craftsmen who were working on the construction some time ago were just pretending to be staged, and the progress of the renovation was worrying. Before leaving, they pretended to have a fight and smashed the inside of the building into a mess, making the renovation more difficult.
What's more, all the merchant guilds in the city were threatened by Chao Yixin and did not dare to get involved.
Firstly, time is tight, secondly there are no craftsmen, and thirdly there is a shortage of building materials. What can be done?
People thought of many ways, but under the obstacle of the Cave City, it was difficult to achieve it, which only increased the bleakness.
The edge of the crowd.
Huang Wei asked Li Changan: "How would a Taoist priest resolve this crisis?"
"Me?" Li Changan thought for a moment and shook his head, "Hua Weng will definitely not use my method."
Li Changan is a lone traveler in troubled times, while Hua Weng is the leader of a gang that works hard in the city. The two have completely different styles of dealing with things.
Huang Wei was smart and understood immediately. He gave a thumbs up. He learned this from the Taoist priest.
"Taoist Master and Hua Lao are the best heroes, and they have to shoulder all the affairs of the world." He paused and said with a smile, "But the big guys' things have to be done by the big guys."
Say it.
shouted:
"I thought there was something hugely difficult, but it turns out it's just a few granaries. Isn't this a trivial matter?"
Everyone was panicking. After hearing this, they quickly looked around and saw that it was Huang Tail. They were immediately disappointed.
Some people even yelled: "You idiot! Do you think the granary is a mushroom that can grow out of you just by soaking it in dog urine?"
Huangwei struggled to squeeze into the center of the crowd and replied with a smile: "Of course Huangwei can't do it."
"But there are so many uncles, aunts, brothers and sisters here..." He slowly looked around at everyone, and finally bowed to Mr. Hua, "As long as Mr. Hua is willing to speak, what can't be done?"
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The craftsmen in the guild did not dare to take over the renovation of the granary, but guilds were not the only ones with craftsmen.
For example, Dahan and his compatriots were ghosts, so they had no chance to join the guild, but they were the best stonemasons and knew a few other crafts for building houses.
But if we have to meet the completion deadline within five days, we can't rely entirely on them.
The business of the Ten Money God became more and more prosperous, and many skilled dead people came to the door, hoping to become a "house god". Huangwei summoned the bricklayers, carpenters, etc. among them, and they were willing to help Hua Weng, a lonely soul.
The guardian of the wild ghost works hard.
So I rushed into the warehouse that day and cleaned it up.
The next day, when the sky was bright, the shops along the street of Fuguifang were all closed. It was said that they had agreed to repair the yard together today.
The courtyard walls were all torn down, but the bricks and stones were stacked one by one and placed in one place. The men working hard at the dock came uninvited and carried the bricks and stones into Hua Weng's construction site, along with the rice shop supplies.
The processed aged glutinous rice was also carried over.
So, the next day, the ghost craftsmen picked out the usable bricks, cooked the mortar, and repaired the brick wall of the granary.
The next day.
Before dawn, the Salesian Hospital returned to its original thatched roof overnight. Li Changan and others carried the green tiles that had been removed overnight to the construction site, but in the mist, they bumped into several groups of similarly "sneaky" figures. Everyone was confused.
There was no communication, they just bowed hands and left each other, leaving behind loads of tiles.
So, on the third day, the roof of the granary was sealed.
The next day again.
The construction site was noisy early in the morning, and people kept coming and leaving in a hurry. Some of them brought silt and sand scraped from the walls of their houses; some brought wooden boards, which were removed from the door frames;
They carried straw and reeds, which they had pulled from their beds; some even brought water tanks for water storage and fire protection, which were originally their own broken rice tanks.
So, on the fourth day, the floor of the granary was laid.
On the fifth day, it was time for acceptance.
The belated Taoist priest from Zengfu Temple nodded his head and said "congratulations" to Hua Weng under the eager and anxious eyes of the crowd.
The fact that the granary was built in five days had already spread throughout the Qian and Tang Dynasties, and everyone knew about it.
So when Hua Weng tremblingly took the banknote handed over by the Taoist, and the crowd around him began to cheer heartily, the pampered monk from the Thirteenth Family just frowned and did not scold people for their "presumptuousness".
But when he was about to leave, he was stopped.
"The Immortal is here to stay. There is one more thing I need you to witness."
Soon, Dahan arrived with an ox cart, carrying a coffin.
Li Changan jumped into the car and kicked the coffin over, and saw Sun Bingcheng rolling out of the coffin in a panic.
The profiteers in Qian Tangcheng are really of the same line. When they want to default on their debts, they like to hide in temples and Taoist temples. Fortunately, Li Changan has suffered losses early and was careful enough to find him out.
When Hua Weng stood in front of him, Sun Bingcheng obviously hadn't woken up from the panic.
Hua Weng threw the banknote into his arms.
"Take your money."
Then he turned around and shouted.
"We will have a banquet tonight and we won't come back until we get drunk!"
Instantly.
Fuguifang cheered loudly.
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In the midst of laughter and laughter.
Mr. Hua walked up to Li Changan and looked at him quietly, pretending to be nonchalant.
"Is Mr. Hua looking for Brother Huang?"
Hua Weng coughed dryly: "What should I do with him?"
Li Changan smiled and said: "Brother Huang said that he just reminded me of this matter. He didn't do anything practical and didn't get much credit. But Mr. Hua is a sincere gentleman and will definitely reward him on the spot. If he accepts it, he will feel uneasy. "If you refuse, you're afraid of offending the elder, so you might as well leave first and wait for a long time."
"I never knew he was so honorable..." Hua Weng said with a frown, then shook his head and laughed, "That's all, this thief is used to making people owe others debts of love."
"In my opinion."
Li Changan agreed very much and handed a bag of money to Hua Weng.
"He's better at making people pay their debts."
Hua Weng: "This is?"
"Samsara Silver."
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The medicinal drink business makes a lot of money, but everyone wants to save more so that they can invest their money in a good future.
But the old man didn't want to delay any longer. He said that he had been a hardworking man all his life and no longer wanted to work hard as a ghost. He wanted to serve as an outpost for everyone and reincarnate first.
Everyone laughed at his short ambition, but they also tried their best to raise more money for him.
Originally, the money could be handed over to the Lunchuan Temple and registered in the book.
However, since reincarnation has been divided into three, six, and nine grades, there will naturally be no lack of human contact. The silver handed over by Hua Weng, a big shot, is certainly more valuable than the money of ordinary ghosts.