Life is a bad story. Luck and misfortune do not require clever and long preparation, just a hasty night.

The man was a Fuguifang who fled six years ago. He made good buns and his wife was good at weaving cloth. The couple supported each other and saved some family resources. They set up a small courtyard beside Fuguifang, gave birth to a pair of children, and then went to the countryside to receive social incense. They worshiped diligently during festivals and sent the name of the Buddha God to their children.

Everything is thriving until a fire...

The man dragged his tired body back home again. He said it was home, but what was left? The house was burned out, and only half of the blackened earth wall was left. He barely used branches and weeds to set up a shack to see him.

My wife lost the loom and went to the suburbs to find wild vegetables and grass seeds to pick and wash. When she saw her husband returning, she quickly put down her work and greeted her with anxiety and expectations.

"Where is the guild?"

The man remained silent.

Qian Tang has all walks of life, even if beggars have group tours, and they charge membership fees on weekdays, allowing you to gain a foothold in the industry, and you can still help them at critical moments. But this rule seems to have failed in effect on men today. He has been stopped many times in the city, and he is always stopped and cannot see the leader. He is ridiculed by his disciples, saying that there are all kinds of things in Fuguifang, but now it has been burned to white ground. The man may have become a dead ghost, and he pretends to be a living person to cheat money.

The wife asked again: "Is there any work on the pier?"

The man shook his head slowly.

Qian Tang is connected to the sea and land. No matter when he is willing to go to the dock to sell his strength, he can always get full. But it has not been the time recently. In the past, during the tide period, although the sea tide was not stable, there were always large ships coming without fear of wind and waves. Because of Zhenhai Yin, the river transportation was not affected. But this year, there was a strange thing, not to mention a large ship, and there was a riot in the upstream of Qian Tang, which blocked the ship transportation.

The wharfs inside and outside the city are like Fuguifangs, each with strong workers and associations. At this moment, I can’t even take care of myself, so where can I have enough to accommodate outsiders?

The wife has the best expectations: "What do you say in the temple?"

The man shook his head silently.

The couple burned incense at Jishan Temple every year, thinking of borrowing some money to make a comeback based on the past fate. However, the monks always beg for alms and did not be donors. But the monk was so kind that he gave a talisman at the end, saying that he could keep him safe and smooth in the future.

But peace will not be able to relieve the trouble in front of you? My wife's expression dimmed.

In the shack, the child woke up from hunger and cried loudly. The big one was coaxing, but he couldn't coax it, and he couldn't help crying with the small one.

The man woke up like a dream and hurriedly took out a cake from his arms. This was a cake that came from the temple. The tributes in front of the Buddha were replaced every day. The cake had been cold and hard, but it was still soft inside.

The hungry children were very anxious to eat. The mother handed over the water and whispered to blame her. The older one was more sensible and tore most of the cake back to her parents. The man just refused to eat it and asked the mother and the three of them to eat more.

"Sanlang is back."

Listen and shout from afar.

A young man came to the door, wearing a fancy long suit, wearing beautiful black leather boots, and a red chrysanthemum on his head, which was incompatible with the broken walls around him.

He greeted him and came straight in.

I looked around and sighed.

"I heard that Fuguifang had suffered a disaster, but I didn't expect that Saburo and other family members who had accumulated good fortune would not be spared." Without saying a word, he took two hangings of money from his sleeve. "Don't be polite to this money, and take it to the envoy."

The man had no idea and sent his wife to cook tea—a few slices of mint leaves that he picked back—Mu Mu looked at the two hanging money for a long time, and finally took it over.

The man with a hairpin seemed to have won something and laughed.

"If you want to talk about Saburo's skills, whether you devote yourself to a restaurant or borrow some capital, you will be able to make a profit sooner or later. However, there are some rumors in the city that the He family's mansion is related to Fuguifang. The situation has been terrifying recently, and no one dares to easily get involved with you."

"If you want me to say, if you want to blame, blame that explanation..." The man in the hairpin suddenly stopped here, as if he was afraid that the name would attract something. "The thief killed someone, patted his butt and became a turtle with his head. He had not seen any shadows for many days, but he had implicated us to suffer for him."

The man was still silent. The man with a hairpin didn't care. He took out two meat buns and handed them to the child. The children looked at his father timidly. Seeing that he didn't make a sound, he quickly snatched it, and his mouth was full of oil.

The children are young and ignorant, and they really don’t know why the mother has to cry secretly when she has something delicious, and why the father is silent like a shadow.

After the wife had brought the "tea" to her, the eyes of the man with her hair fell. She weaved cloth at home all year round and did not eat for a short time, which was whiter and more abundant than ordinary women.

"It has not been peaceful recently, and Fuguifang is in a mess again. You are leaving. My sister-in-law is with two children, an orphan and a widowed mother. Maybe she will cause some trouble. In this way, my brother has a few empty rooms in the yard of the city. If you don't dislike me, my sister-in-law can move there..."

At this point, my wife was in a daze or surprised, and her feet staggered and turned over the tea bowl, and the boiling water made her cry.

The man in the hairpin said "ah" and quickly reached out his hand

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The man who had been hunch suddenly stood up and grabbed the wrist of the hairpin.

"Sanlang, are you?"

"I'll just sell myself."

The man repeated.

"Sell only one."

The man with a hairpin suddenly turned his face, and his previous enthusiasm and righteousness were like a facial makeup, and he pulled it off casually.

He opened his mouth to curse, but there were many people standing up like ghosts in the ruins around him, and the scolding stopped.

Crying.

"Save it!"

He broke free from the "door", and spat, "I don't know the right thing."

He turned around and looked at the family of four, sneered, and found two booklets, one white and the other red. The white booklets were nothing strange, but the red book was covered with cloth, and the red color was covered with complex patterns.

He hooked the man's name from the white skin book, but added it to the red skin book.

"What does this red book say?"

The man next to him suddenly shouted, was startled and turned his head to see a tall man with short hair stretched his neck and looking around.

"It's your business!"

The man with a hairpin cursed and put away the booklet and wanted to vent his anger, but saw a cart behind him, and the big bucket was steaming. He knew that the brown clothes had been serving porridge these days, and he couldn't help swallowing the words that he said, and his face turned red. He wiped the white-haired sweat and left angrily.

Just shouting while walking:

"How can a half bowl of water be used to suck a day and get old? Moreover, winter is approaching, and cold can kill people. Only by slept in Southeast Asia can you get enough food and clothes to warm your family. A bite of man and strong suck two big money, and the old man will be free. Where is the way to live? Don't be fooled by two people!"

Some figures swayed in the ruins.

"The bun seller." Li Changan called the man. He met the man while selling talismans in the city. "The wharf is already being repaired. If you wait for a few more days, there will always be a way to get through it."

The man turned around and looked at Li Changan, smiling slightly.

"You are selling fake talismans, and you are also fake. You have tens of thousands of mouths in the shop. How long can you make it with your support? Isn't this porridge a day after a day?"

He glanced at the ignorant child and the tears of his wife, and became more excited in numbness.

"I heard that Southeast Asia is full of gold and silver. If I go there, I may be able to make a fortune. If I have the intention, please take care of my family. If I can return home in the future, I will definitely have a generous gift!"

Yiyi looked back at her wife and finally left cruelly.

Li Changan had no choice but to say, "A good journey."

The gong was ringed.

"It's time to put the porridge!"

…………

A bucket of porridge seems to be a lot, but it is really a drop in the bucket.

The wooden scraps were almost scraped out of the bottom of the barrel, and there were still a large group of people watching the car.

So, the people who gave the porridge comforted, dispersed, and cleaned up, but Li Changan was still thinking about the direction of the man leaving.

"Master, are you still thinking about it?" Huang Tai poured water into the bucket and skillfully brushed every grain of rice stuck in the gap. "Although human teeth hurt the separation of their wives, they also gave people a way out."

Li Changan got back to a question of being incompatible with each other.

"Do you say that human teeth have kind hearts?"

"It doesn't matter how you talk about your words or your heart." Huang Tai beat him up.

Li Changan pondered: "These days, the sea boats cannot come in and out. The human teeth buy people early and raise them every day. If it weren't for them, we would have a little more porridge. Liu Qiaopo, the leader of the man-child, called himself a 'man Bodhisattva', could it be a true name?"

Huangwei took a spoon and stirred the water in the bucket: "Maybe it is to keep it stronger so that it can resist the wind and waves?"

Li Changan asked: "Why are you using a red booklet to record your name again?"

"What's weird about a book?" Huangwei laughed and scooped a bowl of water to the Taoist priest, "It's not a book of life and death. Have you seen that book at Yan Luo's hand?"

Li Changan took it and slowly slap it.

No answer.

Of course, he had never seen the red book in the hands of Yan Luo, but he had seen the He family mansion and Luo Yong's desk.

…………

At night.

Yellow-tail thoughts are surging.

One day, the Taoist priests never return home.

The ghosts that appear in the Weaver Girl Cave.

The Taoist priest suddenly reminded everyone not to enter the city at will.

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To be continued...