Zhang Shancui never leaves the title of "old liar", which shows how much she hates the man buried in the soil, or it may be that her love is so deep that she hates him so much!
Ding Fan gently held her hand and released a trace of his true energy. Zhang Shancui immediately felt the warmth coming from his hand, and his frantic mood finally calmed down.
"Old man, come and sit over there!"
Ding Fan transformed into a model young man who respected his elders and helped Zhang Shancui to leave. She then turned her head and spat at the grave, and cursed several times about the liar.
Taking the opportunity, Ding Fan winked at Hai Guanghui, who had regained consciousness. He hurriedly rushed towards the two peach wood sticks, pulled them out with force, and almost fell off his butt.
Then, Hai Guanghui threw the peach wood stick out, but he still felt it was unsafe, so he ordered the bodyguard to destroy it, bite it, smash it, burn it, or break it to pieces!
Zhang Shancui had a good impression of Ding Fan. As he walked, he asked in a kind tone, "My child, what do you do?"
"I'm a recent graduate." Ding Fan didn't tell the truth.
"After all, he is an educated person, unlike those fools who hide away when they see me. Haizi said, if my disease is not contagious, he would have cured me long ago. Don't be afraid, my child, grandma will not harm anyone."
"Zhang Shancui also patted Ding Fan's hand.
Fool?
The old lady quite likes to curse, she has a personality.
Haizi, I must say Hai Guanghui's grandfather Haishan, he is a doctor, he has been studying for so many years, just to cure a disease, he should be able to do it.
"I know it's not contagious, so I dare to support you!" Ding Fan said with a smile.
"What are you doing here with such a big group of people?" Zhang Shancui asked in confusion.
Of course, he was here to solve the problems left by Haishan. Ding Fan didn't want to irritate her, so he said vaguely: "I just came to see you, old man. Let's talk about other things."
There was a peach grove, a vegetable garden, and a cornfield behind the wooden house. Zhang Shancui lived a self-sufficient, lonely and deserted life on this deserted cliff.
Over there, Qin Fu had already explained to Hai Guanghui eloquently that he had brought people here several times. The old lady couldn't understand, and no matter how hard she tried to persuade her, it was useless and she refused to leave.
The old lady refused to leave, but Qin Fu couldn't be unkind, so just the day before yesterday, he sent someone to bring firewood, rice, oil and salt, which was enough for two months. These were all saved by the villagers from their teeth.
What to do next, Hai Guanghui still has to wait for Ding Fan to make up his mind. His goal is of course to take away his grandfather's bones and find a cemetery in the city to relocate them.
At present, it seems that if you want to do this, you must first pass the Zhang Shancui test.
You can't afford to offend an eighty-year-old old lady, and you must not do it forcefully. If she has any bad intentions, it will be another form of murder, sin, sin!
Ding Fan had already helped Zhang Shancui into the house. The house was clean and spotless, and there was a bookshelf with many yellowed old books.
Zhang Shancui is an educated old lady, who may have learned from Haishan later. There is a wooden table with a notebook written in pen, which is copied from the "Tao Te Ching", and the calligraphy is neat and beautiful.
Zhang Shancui sat on the bed, grabbed a bottle that looked like cream, and threw it angrily on the ground. The cap fell off and rolled away.
"The big liar, he also said that you can see him by rubbing this on your eyes, but my eyes were almost blind, and I didn't even see a ghost! This big liar, his words sounded like farts. No, the farts didn't even smell.
!" Zhang Shancui began to curse again through gritted teeth.
What a bad temper!
Ding Fan bent down and picked it up. The bottle contained light blue ointment, and a strange aroma wafted out. It was floral, grassy and medicinal, and it seemed very familiar.
After a quick search in his mind, Ding Fan finally remembered it. He was stunned and his heart was beating wildly. This was actually the extremely rare Qiming Ointment.
When he was studying in Tao Xuan Sect, Ding Fan saw only a small amount of Qiming Ointment. His master regarded it as a treasure and hid it in a snuff bottle. No one was allowed to touch it.
Once, because Ding Fan frequently used his spiritual eyes, his vision was blurred and double images appeared. Master made an exception and applied a little Qiming ointment to him, and he immediately recovered as before, even better than before.
This is the role of the Qiming Ointment. It nourishes the eyes and opens up the light, which is especially rare for fortune tellers with spiritual eyes. Unfortunately, there are too many heavenly materials and earthly treasures required, and the configuration is not complete at all.
Ordinary people are likely to see ghosts if they apply Qiming Cream. The system prompts that it is not recommended for the faint of heart.
Haishan left Qiming ointment before his death, just to let his wife Zhang Shancui see his ghost as a companion. It was a well-intentioned thing. But he failed to do so, and instead angered the stubborn old lady.
"Throw that thing away from me, it will make you annoyed when you see it." Zhang Shancui shook her hand vigorously.
"okay!"
Ding Fan capped the bottle, pretended to throw it out of the window, and then shamelessly put the bottle into his pocket.
Being able to prepare the Qiming Ointment, Haishan is not an easy practitioner. Unfortunately, he failed to achieve enlightenment and became an immortal. He only left a small mound of dirt and was almost unable to stand up for the rest of his life and would be a nuisance to future generations.
Hai Guanghui came in with a smile on his face, nodded and bowed and asked: "Old man, how old are you?"
"Not high, only eighty-two." Zhang Shancui frowned and waved her hand.
"You know Haishan, right?"
This issue must be determined clearly, otherwise, taking other people's bones back as an offering would not only be bad luck, but would also be the biggest mistake.
"I know everyone who turned into ashes! He is a big liar, a disgusting stinky man!" Zhang Shancui cursed.
"Old man, I am his grandson, Hai Guanghui."
Although he was very reluctant, Hai Guanghui confessed this relationship, and Zhang Shancui's next words almost made him fall from the door.
"Big liar, he actually gave birth to cubs and didn't even tell me!"
Big liar has become Zhang Shancui's mantra. Hearing this news, he was obviously even more angry. He even hit the wooden bed several times, making a thumping sound.
Hai Guanghui had a black hair and didn't know how to deal with this problem. He looked at Ding Fan for help, his eyes clearly saying, brother, you should give me an idea!
Ding Fan suppressed his laughter, came to Hai Guanghui and whispered a few words. Hai Guanghui took a deep breath and muttered dissatisfied: "Can it be done?"
"Otherwise, you can figure it out yourself." Ding Fan shrugged.
There was no other good way but to feel sorry for grandpa. Hai Guanghui pretended to be angry and said angrily: "Old man, you are absolutely right. My grandpa is a big liar and a trash man. Back then, he said
He abandoned my grandma and my dad without saying a word and showed no sense of responsibility."
This trick was very effective. As expected, Zhang Shancui was so happy that she laughed so hard that she was in really good shape. Seventy percent of her teeth were still intact.
"What's your name?" Zhang Shancui asked again, obviously having forgotten the conversation just now.
"Sea Glory!"
"Hui Hui, everyone is dead, why are you looking for this big liar?"
shine?
He had never heard of such a name before. Hai Guanghui suddenly felt like his anus was tight and his legs were weak. He even had the urge to hit him to death. He shook his head vigorously and said with a smile: "Old man, I came here this time just to kill grandpa."
take away."
"no!"
Zhang Shancui refused straight away with a very tough attitude.
"He is gone anyway, do you need to keep him? For such a big liar, why not..." Hai Guanghui discussed.
"It just doesn't work. I prepared eight peach wood prongs and only used two." Zhang Shancui said with wide eyes.
Hai Guanghui was so frightened that he stood firm while holding on to the wall. Fortunately, he arrived in time. Otherwise, if all eight peach trees were used, wouldn't he have died a tragic death?