Although the store looks inconspicuous, its business is very good.
Even the oil-stained table at the door was full of people.
Everyone was eating hot pot, drinking wine and doing boxing matches.
The noisy sound can be heard clearly in the streets and alleys.
I originally wanted to change to another restaurant, but the boss said there was still room upstairs.
I followed the boss to the second floor, where there was a spacious box.
Although you couldn't see who was inside, you could tell from the noisy noises that the people inside were gambling.
We found a private room and sat down, and Mr. Hong was in charge of ordering.
I sat at the door, smoking a cigarette and looking outside the room.
This is my habit, and it was taught to me by Mr. Liu.
Whenever you go to a strange place, the first thing to do is observe the environment.
If there is an accident, think about how to escape as soon as possible.
The hot pot arrived quickly and everyone started eating.
While I was eating, I suddenly heard cursing sounds coming from the corridor.
I looked back curiously and saw a man in black minority clothing complaining to the people around him.
I didn't quite understand what he said, as the Miao dialect was mixed with Mandarin.
But there is one sentence that I heard clearly.
"If you lose again, just put some poison on him and poison him to death..."
As soon as I finished speaking, Mr. Hong and I looked at each other.
I nodded, and we both immediately put down our chopsticks and walked out the door at the same time.
At the top of the stairs, a man with a turban on his head was preparing to go downstairs.
"Dude, wait a minute!"
Mr. Hong spoke first, and Mr. Miao turned his head and gave us a strange look.
The two of us walked up, and Mr. Hong took out a cigarette and handed one to the other person.
The other party refused immediately without even thinking about it.
"Is something wrong?"
Mr. Hong replied with a smile:
"Brother, are you from the Miao ethnic group?"
The other party was still a little wary and gave a stiff hum to Mr. Hong.
Master Hong changed the subject and asked again:
"Are you playing cards next door? How much did you lose?"
"What on earth do you want to do?"
Although Miao Nan's Mandarin is stiff, he speaks it fluently.
Master Hong saw that the other party was too defensive, so he deliberately said:
"We brothers also love to play cards, but if we don't know them, they probably won't let us play. Brother, do you think this will work? You take us on the field, and if we win half of it, if we lose, it's ours. How about it?"
Whenever a gambler encounters this situation, 99% of them will agree.
But the Miao man in front of him shook his head and said:
"How can there be such a good thing in the world? Just tell me, what exactly do you want me to do?"
The other party turned out to be very smart and directly saw our other intentions.
At this time, there is no need to go around in circles.
Looking at Miao Nan, I said directly:
"Brother, we are here just to learn about the Miao voodoo culture. I just heard you say you can cast voodoos, so I wanted to make you a friend. But I was afraid that you would think too much, so I proposed this method..."
Miao Nan and the man next to him looked at each other, and before they could speak, Mr. Hong asked:
"Do you know about Gu?"
The man said nothing, but the person next to him said:
"Of course he understands, his parents are both seedlings. Do you think he understands Gu?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the person next to him said to Miao Nan:
"Show them your stuff..."
Miao Nan hesitated and looked around.
When he saw no one else around, he put his hand into his clothes.
After groping for a long time, he took out a porcelain bottle as big as a thumb.
As soon as I took out the porcelain bottle, I smelled an herbal smell.
Mr. Hong was a little excited and immediately asked:
"Is there a Gu insect in here?"
Miao Nan shook his head and said:
"The time is not yet up. It takes seven, seven and forty-nine days to become a Gu. It has just turned forty days now, so it's still early..."
Mr. Hong and I looked at each other, both of us filled with joy.
This may mean that there is no place to be found after wearing iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get there.
As soon as I arrived in Wenshan, I found someone who understood Gu.
"Brother, let's find a place to chat?"
Miao Nan shook his head again and said:
"No, I have lost all the money I borrowed from others. I have to find a way to pay it back. We Miao people always keep our word..."
With that said, he turned around and left.
Master Hong hurriedly called to the other party and asked:
"How much did you lose?"
Miao Nan held out three fingers, and Master Hong asked:
"Thirty thousand?"
At this moment, I could clearly feel that the other person's eyes opened slightly.
But he immediately nodded and said:
"More or less, some of them are my own and some are borrowed!"
"Wait a moment!"
Mr. Hong quickly returned to the box and took out his handbag.
He took out three wads of money from it, handed it to the other party, and said:
"Brother, this is 30,000 yuan. You take it first, we have no other intention, we just want to talk to you about Gu..."
Miao Nan hesitated for a moment, but Master Hong handed the money over to him again.
"Take it, you don't have to pay it back. Just tell us everything you know!"
Miao Nan then took the money and said to Mr. Hong:
"Just wait for me. I'll pay back the money and come back to you. Don't worry, we Miao people always keep our word!"
We left each other's phone numbers and went back to the box.
By the time we had finished drinking and eating, more than an hour had passed. But there was still no sign of the young man.
When Mr. Hong was about to call the other party, the boss came in to deliver water.
Mr. Hong asked the boss:
"Boss, does that Miao man just come here often?"
"Which one?"
"A man with a turban on his head, a smell of herbs on his body, and a red scar on his neck?"
"I don't come here very often. I come here once or twice. What's wrong?"
The boss asked curiously.
"Isn't he from the Miao ethnic group? Doesn't he understand Gu?"
"insanity?"
The boss looked at Mr. Hong strangely and said:
"He knows his stuff! He's not from the Miao ethnic group at all, he's a Han. He wore Miao clothes here and pretended to be a fool, and he deceived many outsiders. He won't deceive you too, right?"
ah?
Mr. Hong opened his mouth wide with a look of disbelief.