When it got light, Brother Jin had already finished sweeping the street gates, humming a ditty and sprinkling water.
"Brother, I'm in a good mood today."
The old man who looked after the neighborhood said with a smile.
Brother Jin grinned at him and went in happily.
The yard is still very quiet, and the smell of food comes from the kitchen, as always, but no matter how you look at it, you feel that the sky is bluer, the trees are greener, and there is spirit everywhere.
"Brother Jin..."
Someone called softly outside the door.
Brother Jin looked back and was startled.
A big fat face stood in front of the door. He seemed to be smiling, but his eyes immediately disappeared.
"Who are you?" Brother Jin shouted.
"I am Mr. Zhou..." Mr. Zhou said.
Master Zhou?
Brother Jin looked at him in disbelief, looking up and down.
"We haven't seen each other for a day, why have you become so fat?" Brother Jin shouted in surprise.
Damn this kid, is this fat? This is bloated!
Mr. Zhou looked embarrassed, but no one could tell.
"Is your wife up?" he asked.
"What are you doing with my wife? You want to rob my wife..." Brother Jin shouted.
Before he could finish his words, the fat-faced Mr. Zhou rushed towards him and covered his mouth.
"Stop talking nonsense, stop talking nonsense." He shouted repeatedly, with a bit of panic.
Brother Jin was so covered that he almost lost his breath and finally broke free.
"Who is this? Breaking in and killing people early in the morning?"
The maid who walked out of the hall said, looking at Brother Jin who was coughing repeatedly, and then looking at Master Zhou, she didn't recognize him at first glance.
You can see it from the sky! Come here to kill people! Even if you give him ten more courages, you wouldn’t dare!
Mr. Zhou shouted in his heart and looked towards the hall.
Beyond the maid, a woman stood in the hall, wearing an autumn shirt with plain flowers and a satin dress with gold trim, looking over with a serious look.
With just this glance, Mr. Zhou's whole body softened.
"Jiao Jiao'er..." he shouted, covering his face and sitting on the ground, "This is all a misunderstanding..."
Banqin laid out the food, looked at it carefully for a moment, then sprinkled some chopped sesame seeds on the porridge, then picked it up and headed to the hall with satisfaction.
Mr. Zhou was still sitting in the yard, crying with snot and tears.
"...I really do it for you. You are sick and I feel worried. I just want to guard your store for you..."
"...I am wholeheartedly for you, I can't trust these people..."
"... Your aunt also wants to take you back so that she can serve you... You can't just listen to others and just hate us..."
Banqin knelt down and pushed the food over.
The maid picked up the chopsticks and handed them to Cheng Jiaoniang.
Mr. Zhou's repeated crying in the yard has become quieter.
"That's very good." Cheng Jiaoniang said, looking at him, "You did this for me, how could I hate you."
very good?
Irony! This is irony!
"Jiaojiaoer." Mr. Zhou said, "We are really here for you."
Cheng Jiaoniang nodded.
"Well, that's not good," she said.
"Jiaojiao'er, then, please be so noble and spare my life and your aunt's life." Mr. Zhou tentatively begged.
"Why do I want your lives?" Cheng Jiaoniang shook her head and said.
"Jiaojiaoer, please be kind and generous and help us solve our problem. Your aunt is about to die..." Mr. Zhou said with tears.
It turns out that Mrs. Zhou broke her head and went home with a high fever, talking nonsense. Mr. Zhou almost choked on tea at Shenxianju and returned home with a swollen face. Although he can still walk now, he still has a swollen face.
I feel like it won’t be long before I’m like Mrs. Zhou.
After hearing what he said, the maid and Banqin were stunned and immediately laughed.
"Master Zhou, you are scaring yourself." The maid said, "Our wife just woke up at that time, and she just met Mrs. Zhou once, and she ran away, and you didn't even see her. How can you blame her?
To my wife?"
"No blame, no blame." Mr. Zhou was so frightened that he waved his hands, "Jiao Jiaoer, we have no blame, we just ask you to be more generous..."
"Oh, you'd better go find a doctor quickly." The maid scoffed.
They are not sick, what does this little girl know!
Mr. Zhou raised his head and looked at the woman sitting peacefully in the hall, his intestines turned green with regret, how could he forget it?
Why have you forgotten the fate of those who go against this woman?
In an instant, the fate of those people flashed through his mind like a revolving door. Those who were shot to death, those who were forced to hang to death, those who were angered to death, those who were burned to death by fire from the sky and chopped to death, those whose futures were ruined, and
The most terrible thing is that she ruined so many people's fortunes, but she didn't get a drop of blood on her hands.
Whoever offends her or blocks her way will have a good end!
Thinking of this, Mr. Zhou felt that his head and face began to swell again.
"Jiaojiaoer, what a lesson to heaven and earth, I really did this for you." He cried with tears, "Just think about it, you are so sick, how can no one take care of this store?
Can you let a few slaves take care of it? Jiaojiaoer, our Zhou family is not short of money. The dowry I gave to your mother was enough to support half of the Cheng family. I really do it for you. You are no longer here. I am you.
Uncle, if I don’t watch over you, who else can help you?”
He said and pointed at the maid.
"You girl, please think about it with your conscience. Are the things you said about me true?"
The maid chuckled.
"Madam." She turned to look at Cheng Jiaoniang, "You are so kind. I haven't had time to tell you that during your illness, my uncle and the fourth son came to the store to help. It's really..."
She said and looked at Mr. Zhou with a smile.
"...It's really hard for them..."
What?
Haven't had time to say yet?
Mr. Zhou was stunned.
He...he doesn't believe it!
Otherwise, how could the couple be so sick that they were dying? They must have been drugged by this woman! At the moment when Mrs. Zhou came to carry her back, when she was having tea in Shenxianju! Yes, that's right, it must be so.
, this woman must be on guard!
"Jiaojiaoer, we are really here for you!" Mr. Zhou raised his hands and beat his chest again and shouted.
Cheng Jiaoniang put down her chopsticks.
"Uncle, what exactly do you want me to do?" she said.
"Jiaojiao'er, please save my life and your aunt's life." Mr. Zhou raised his head and begged with tears.
Cheng Jiaoniang looked at him for a moment.
"Although I am uncle, I still cannot break the rules of medical treatment." She said, "Your illness is not fatal, so I cannot treat it."
Mr. Zhou was even more convinced, look, look, just like Liu Xiaoli!
She was in a desperate situation, but she didn't need to save her. Once the rules were set, no one could do anything to her if she didn't save her!
"Jiaojiao!" Mr. Zhou stood up and took a few steps forward, "Jiaojiao, I really do it for you. Please let us live."
Cheng Jiaoniang frowned.
"Hey, madam, are you frowning?" The maid on the side couldn't help shouting in surprise.
frown?
Cheng Jiaoniang wrinkled again.
"Really, really." Banqin also came over to watch and shouted happily.
The frown was originally due to a dissatisfaction, not something happy. Seeing the two maids cheering and cheering as if it was a great joyous event, Mr. Zhou only felt his head and face become more swollen.
They are deliberately making jokes to expose themselves!
"Jiaojiao, if you are so cruel, let's go find our own happiness. I just ask you to let the Zhou family go..." Mr. Zhou said with a sad look on his face.
"You mean, you are sick because of me?" Cheng Jiaoniang asked.
"It's not because of you." Mr. Zhou sobbed, "It's because of us."
Cheng Jiaoniang laughed, looked at Mr. Zhou for a moment, and nodded.
"Now that my uncle has come to speak in person, this matter is over," she said.
The maid and Banqin were slightly surprised, but Master Zhou was overjoyed.
"Jiaojiao, I knew you wouldn't leave it alone." He said, raising his hand to wipe away his tears, and took a few steps forward again with some expectation.
Cheng Jiaoniang looked at him.
"Then, what medicine should we take?" Mr. Zhou asked hesitantly.
"You don't need to take the medicine." Cheng Jiaoniang said, "The antidote to your disease is yourselves."
Mr. Zhou looked puzzled.
"Uncle, are you doing these things to help me and for my own good?" Cheng Jiaoniang asked.
"Yes, yes." Mr. Zhou nodded repeatedly, "Jiaojiao, you must trust us."
Cheng Jiaoniang nodded.
"This matter can be solved in just one sentence," she said.
Can it be explained in one sentence?
Did he really put a curse on them?
Regardless of whether she really met Mr. Li, what is certain is that she definitely met a strange person.
I heard that some strangers can really harm people with curses, just like those witches and goddesses who walk around the streets.
"What are you talking about?" Mr. Zhou asked hurriedly.
"That's what you said, uncle." Cheng Jiaoniang said, smiling slightly, "You do these things to help me and for my own good. If you believe this, I will believe it. You and I both believe it. Then what about your illness?"
, no medicine is needed, it will be resolved soon.”
That's it? So easy?
Mr. Zhou was a little surprised.
Because Mr. Zhou is here, the street door of Cheng's house is wide open.
Brother Jin was leisurely watching the people coming and going on the street at the door. He saw two people walking towards him. When he saw one of them clearly, he let out a sigh.
"Why are you here again?" he asked.
The boy in front of him was not as frightened as he had been the last time he saw him, but instead looked a little leisurely.
"Brother, my young master has invited a doctor to show his wife." The young attendant said, pointing to the doctor behind him who was carrying a medicine box.
Before Brother Jin could speak, the doctor looked shocked and reached out to grab the attendant.
"Brother, do you invite me to treat this family?" he asked.
The young attendant turned to look at him and saw that the doctor looked like he had seen a ghost.
"What's wrong? Are you picky when you see a doctor?" he said angrily.
"No, yes, you know..." the doctor shook his head and said.
Before he could finish his words, he was impatiently interrupted by a young follower.
"If you have anything to say, you can talk about it later." He said, smiling at Brother Jin, and pulling him aside.
"What are you doing?" Brother Jin waved his hands and said.
"Brother, I didn't expect that your wife's uncle's family is so powerful." The young attendant said with a smile.
"He? How powerful is he?" Jin Geer said with a snort.
"Brother, it's a good thing to have such a powerful uncle in your family. Don't hide it." The young attendant smiled and said, "Your uncle's family has a miracle doctor, so your wife must be fine, right?"
Brother Jin looked at him sideways and said nothing.
"Also, the Immortal Palace and Taiping Palace belong to the Zhou family..." the young follower continued with a smile.
Before he finished speaking, he heard someone cheering.
The attendant turned around and saw a fat, dark middle-aged man looking at him.
He couldn't tell if he was staring or not, because his head and face were so swollen that his eyes were almost invisible.
"What nonsense are you talking about!"
Master Zhou shouted. He had just calmed down a little and walked out. As soon as he walked out, he heard this man saying that Taipingju, the Immortal Palace, belongs to him!
Isn’t this a way to hold a shit basin for yourself?
It would be fatal to take down this shit basin!
"Who are you?"
"I am from the Wang family, Mr. Zhou's in-laws." The young attendant said with a bit of pride, "How could I talk nonsense about our in-laws' affairs..."
Before he finished speaking, two slaps came over him.
Mr. Zhou was a martial arts practitioner and was more powerful than those women. He slapped the young attendant around and knocked him to the ground.
"You bastard! If you dare to talk nonsense again, I'll beat you to death!"
After saying this, Mr. Zhou, who was more worried about his own life, hurriedly got in the car and left.
Why was he beaten again?
What did he say?
Who is this person!
When he raised his head, he saw that the fat-faced man in front of him was gone, and the doorman was also gone. The Cheng family's door was closed tightly, and even the doctor who was invited was gone...
What's going on? Is he violating the feng shui in front of Cheng's house?
"Damn it, I'll never come again!"
The young attendant got up and ran away, shaking his hands.
This little incident in front of the door happened in the blink of an eye, and no one inside the door noticed it except Brother Jin.
After seeing Master Zhou off and waiting for Cheng Jiaoniang to finish her meal, the maid who was about to eat saw Ban Qin waving to her at the kitchen door.
"What?" she walked over and asked.
Banqin glanced at Cheng Jiaoniang in the hall and pulled the maid.
"Is it really because of my lady..." she asked in a low voice, with a bit of excitement and curiosity, "Is their illness really because of my lady..."
The maid smiled slightly.
"That's right." She thought for a moment and nodded.
Banqin breathed a sigh of relief and patted his heart. Thinking of the fear and anger these days, he felt a little angry.
"Then it's so easy to cure them?" she asked.
The maid smiled.
"Easy?" she said, shaking her head, "It's not easy."
Not easy?
Banqin was a little startled. Isn't it just one sentence? Why is it not easy?
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"We are doing this to help her and for her own good."
"We are doing this to help her and for her own good."
In the hall of the Zhou family, a man and a woman could be heard talking to themselves, over and over again.
Mrs. Zhou was lying on the couch, with plaster on her head, her face was pale, her lips were moving, and she was weak.
"Master, is it enough to really read this?" she asked.
"Yes, just like when you recited Buddhist scriptures in the past, sincerity will lead to success." Mr. Zhou nodded and said, reaching out and touching his face with a bit of joy, "I think my face is starting to reduce swelling...
"
After saying that, he started talking again and again.
Mrs. Zhou said oh, put her hand on her heart, and started to recite. After a few words, she suddenly stopped.
"Master, did you just say that sincerity leads to spiritual success?" she asked.
Mr. Zhou was a little unhappy to be interrupted.
"Yes, she said that as long as we believe it, she will believe it, and if we believe it, we will understand." He said, and started to read again, "We are doing this to help her, for her own good..."
"Master!" Mrs. Zhou stretched out her hand to grab him and shouted, "Do you believe it?"
Mr. Zhou was stunned for a moment.
"Believe it," he said. After reading it for a long time, he really felt much better...
"Do you believe we are doing this to help her and do her good?" Mrs. Zhou shouted with a pale face.
I did this to help her and for her own good...
Yes...right...
Mr. Zhou's face turned pale, his lips trembled, and the letter could not come out.
"I don't believe it." Mrs. Zhou put her hand on her heart and shouted, falling on her back, "I'm going to die..."
After shouting this sentence, Mr. Zhou suddenly felt that his face was swollen, and his head and face seemed to be swelling at a speed that he could see with his naked eyes. He also screamed, covered his head and fell down.
Easy? Letting yourself believe something that you don’t believe in is the hardest thing in the world, right?
Jiaojiaoer, please forgive me, we really do it for you...
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Four thousand words, one update today. (To be continued)
