After five or six minutes, no one spoke, but everyone stretched their necks and pricked up their ears to look at him. Seeing that everyone's appetite had been whetted, Master Zhou took out a cigarette and gestured briefly.
A young man hurriedly lit it with a lighter. Master Zhou took a few puffs, blew out a smoke ring, and then said slowly and politely: "I saw a cargo ship downstream. The people on the ship stretched out the boat to save people. Unfortunately, the water was too fast.
, it was too late to be rescued, but it was sooner than later. With a golden light, two green dragons flew down from the boat. After a while, all the people who fell into the water were sitting on the dragons and were rescued on the cargo ship. The rescued people bowed their heads and bowed. There was a flash of golden light.
, the green dragon disappeared. Everyone took a closer look and saw that the boat carried two stone window lattice carved with a blue dragon, which was the craftsmanship of the ancestor Zhang Zongshi. This was passed down by the people who were rescued, and the window lattice carved by the ancestor was sold well.
It is exported to several provinces such as Zhejiang, Fujian, and Guangdong, and there are rumors among the people that the windows lattice carved by him are installed in the houses, which are highly regarded by evil spirits and should be kept away from others. They can play the role of house stabilization and ensure the safety of the residents."
The story is good. Master Zhou is not that good at making up things. It is definitely passed down from the older generation. As for the authenticity, there is no need to delve into it. This is how folk tales are passed down orally. Jin Huabin wrote it down and took it with him.
To the cultural station.
Webmaster Yang left the manuscript and said: "Let it go for now. I will revise it and publish it in the next issue of the internal publication to see how various departments respond."
The task was completed. Jin Huabin rode his bicycle back home. As soon as he entered the house, he was preparing to wipe his face for dinner as usual. Both his parents had a straight face, and his mother was holding a bamboo whisk in her hand.
(Note: In the local dialect, a dozen small bamboos pulled out from the front of a bamboo broom are tied into a bundle. It will hurt someone’s butt but will not cause serious injury.) He asked sternly: “Explain to me yourself. Yesterday
What happened to staying out all night? Don't lie and say you lived at Xiang Haixing's house. I asked him on the phone."
From birth to now, the person Jin Huabin fears the most is his mother. When he heard her sweeping the bamboo whiskers in her hand and waving them in the air, her legs felt a little weak and she couldn't move forward, so she had to stand in front of the dining table with her hands down.
He explained the process in detail.
When she heard that Jin Huabin was drinking with Zhang Guifang's father, her mother became very angry. She swung her bamboo whisk and hit him hard on his legs several times and cursed: "I told you to drink. I told you to drink. I'm at home during the New Year."
I didn’t see you drinking liquor even when your relatives came over. It was the first time you went to Baisheng’s house and you started to have no rules. How do I educate you in normal times? My words go in one ear and out the other. It’s better now that I have become a member of the whole village.
The laughing stock."
The bamboo whisk hurt his legs, and Jin Huabin wailed loudly. At this moment, a head stuck out from the door and asked his parents: "My family is not jealous anymore. I came to your house to borrow some. I just walked in."
I heard the child howling, what happened? Did you hit the child?" Jin Huabin saw that it was the farmer he met while sitting on the back of Zhang Guifang's bicycle on the way home last night, with a strange smile on his face. Typical
The melon-eaters had already foreseen that there would be a lot of excitement today, so they rushed from the east end of the village to the west end of the village. An obvious excuse. If you are jealous, you won’t go to a small store to buy or borrow from next door. You want to borrow it from my house a few hundred meters away? Seeing an outsider coming in, my father quickly took the bamboo whisk out of my mother's hand and said to the farmer, "Nothing. If you want red vinegar or white vinegar, you can choose it on the stove."
After the farmer got the vinegar, he still stood at the door and refused to leave. His father said to his mother and Jin Huabin: "Eat, eat. My stomach is so hungry that my chest is touching my back. Why don't you get some rice for my mother?"
, pushed Jin Huabin. The farmer turned back three times and walked away. It seemed that he was still disappointed that he would miss some exciting plots that could help him eat.
After dinner, in order to please his mother, Jin Huabin ran to the sink to wash the dishes. His mother glared at him with a bamboo broom in her hand and said, "Put it down and follow me upstairs."
It seemed that this beating was unavoidable. Jin Huabin dragged his feet upstairs while thinking of countermeasures. After he got upstairs, his mother said sternly: "You are so brave. We just met for the first time on a blind date.
He slept in a woman's boudoir, which brought shame to our Lao Jin family. Please tell me honestly whether you have done any other bad things."
Jin Huabin lowered his head and said: "I was drunk at the time and couldn't move. I didn't wake up until around eight o'clock the next morning. How could I do anything bad? Even if my son has the heart, he doesn't have the strength."<
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"You still think you're not embarrassing enough to have this intention? How do we educate you in normal times?" After the mother finished speaking, she waved her bamboo whisk and swept away another round of beatings.
While I was chatting, the phone rang. My father picked it up and heard it. It was Aunt Liu's voice, asking about the result of yesterday's blind date. My father couldn't say a few words and said: "Her mother is busy. She will call back after asking her son about it later."
Your words."
Fu Xin took the bamboo whisk from his mother's hand and persuaded him: "Son, mother, let your son finish his words properly, and let's see how to get back to Aunt Liu." After saying that, he winked at Jin Huabin. Jin Huabin understood, poured a glass of boiling water for his mother, knocked on her back, and waited for her to calm down a little before explaining the process in detail again.
After hearing all the details from Jin Huabin, her mother replied angrily: "She is a nice girl, and she has a registered permanent residence, but Aunt Liu only told us in advance that her father was the director of a stone carving factory, and did not explain it clearly to us.
This factory is engaged in carving tombstones. But sleeping in other people’s rooms has ruined their reputations. You think that’s what happened.”
At this moment, Jin Huabin's BB phone rang. Looking at the number and message, it was Zhang Guifang who came in. The mother was sharp-eyed and saw her son's eyes flashing, looking like he wanted to call but was afraid. She had already guessed it and said: "
You answer her call, put the speakerphone on, and let us listen to what she has to say."
After the call was made, Zhang Guifang's voice came from the other end and said: "Ah Jin, I'm sorry about what happened yesterday. My father came to see Master Wu. He originally wanted to discuss how to transform and slowly reduce the tombstone carving business.
I changed it to the carving of craft stone windows, but in the end, I got you drunk. Master Wu said that after he went back, he thought about it all night and thought your idea made sense. My dad would like to invite you to get together with him again when you have time. Let's
See you in the same place."
Jin Huabin agreed, hung up the phone and said, "Mom, I'm going out for a while."
It was about work, not love, and the other party planned to transform and no longer make tombstones. My mother lost some of her anger, waved her bamboo whisk and said, "I didn't expect you to learn how to do business. What idea did you give them yesterday?" The piece was broken and I really couldn’t remember it. Jin Huabin could only smile bitterly and shake his head.
Before going out, his mother said to him: "I told Aunt Liu that you two should talk first. If any bad behavior comes to my ears, I won't break your legs with a bamboo whisk." p>
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Bamboo whisk: in Xianju dialect, a bamboo stick made of small bamboo branches. Although it hurts, it will not cause serious injury. It is one of the most feared corporal punishment tools for children.