Chapter 1024

The old road was driving at a slow speed, but his palms were sweating;

From time to time, the Taoist priest will specially glance at the boss sitting in the co pilot's position. Fortunately, the boss doesn't seem to be angry.

In fact, on weekdays, people in the bookstore don't communicate much with the outside world.

The boss and Yingying don't have to say anything. Lao Zhang has been busy working, except for coming over and shouting "what a coincidence" when rubbing the meal. After eating, he also wiped his mouth and walked away directly;

Lao Xu occasionally goes to the market to buy vegetables, and basically stays in the store to have a beauty or ponder his own array.

Therefore, those who really communicate and socialize with their neighbors in the bookstore are old-fashioned.

Generally, when various organizations such as streets, districts or local police stations hold learning meetings on "creating civilization and health", "fire safety matters", "tax glory", etc., they are also old-fashioned.

In his communication with those sanitation brothers and sisters, he described himself as a difficult old father, and an old father of an old son.

Half a life wandering, a little money, but the son is not good;

His son is eccentric and likes to study the knowledge of yin and Yang. He has no choice but to drag this old body to accompany his son, for fear that if his son lives alone, he will go directly to the underground for sightseeing if he is in a bad mood one day.

The Taoist priest breathed a sigh of relief. He arrived at the place. Most importantly, the boss didn't ask himself about the "son".

After getting off the elevated Jianghai Avenue, you will arrive at Xingren Town, which is the junction of Chongchuan District and Tongzhou District of Tongcheng. Continue to go deep, and you will soon be able to reach the village after passing the town.

The Taoist priest obviously asked his address in advance, and after taking a few turns, he arrived at luhuagang village under Xingren town.

Basically, there are self built two-story or even three story buildings here. To be honest, if this kind of house was not built early and people's aesthetic level was not as high as it is now, it should be slightly modified to make it look like a villa.

In addition, when there are their own fields in front of them and their own fish ponds behind them, the living comfort directly kills the so-called platoon or large leveling.

The car stopped directly in the yard at the door of the other party's house. The sanitation worker's uniform on the old father of the other party had not been taken off, so he hurried to meet him.

He should be the father of the person who had the accident. His name was Lao sun tou. An honest old man offered cigarettes politely.

"Old sun tou, where is your son?"

The Taoist priest invited the boss now, which can be regarded as being arrogant in front of his old friends.

"Lying in the upstairs room, I've been lying down these days, and I don't eat much food, alas!"

Old sun tou frowned when he said this. His son is not married yet. If something goes wrong, how can he and his wife live.

"What are you talking about here? Take us up and have a look. Don't worry, I'll guarantee you here, whether it's sick or dirty, my son......"

The Taoist priest wanted to pat Zhou Ze on the shoulder,

Fortunately, in an instant, he woke up,

Immediately say:

"My ears are a little itchy."

In fact, Taoist priest, this is not nonsense. There is really something wrong with his body. His boss, who has been a doctor, can also have a look. If there is anything else dirty, don't panic!

People who have been killed by the king of hell still care about you jumping around?

"Yes, yes, please, please here."

Head Sun led Zhou Ze upstairs with Lao Dao, and Zhou Ze walked at the back. In fact, there was another important reason why Zhou Ze finally agreed to follow Lao Dao.

Just as Lao Zhang is the political correctness of the bookstore, Lao Dao is also another benchmark.

In the past, I just felt that the Taoist priest was a thunder walker, and his nickname was not comfortable without thunder, skey.

Up to now, Zhou Ze feels that there is a kind of luck in the Taoist priest. If you can't be killed by him, it can turn him into a chance and treasure trigger.

Things in the outside world are like spider webs, but the old Taoist priest can always pull you the line you need.

Just as he was thinking about how to increase production, the Taoist priest unexpectedly ran into two fairy slaves who ran down and hid in the mortal world.

The balcony on the second floor passed. Old man sun pushed the door open, and the old man followed him in. Zhou zegang stepped in and immediately stepped back, frowning:

"What's burning in the house, so choking?"

The Taoist priest was stunned for a moment. What is it?

Old sun tou was stunned for a moment, and then screamed. The whole person seemed extremely excited, "poof", knelt down to Zhou Ze and shouted:

"Master, master, please save my son, save my son!!!"

If Lao Dao hadn't seen the situation wrong and stopped Lao sun tou, Lao sun tou would have kowtowed directly to Zhou Ze.

"You get up, you get up, what can't we say when we get up? What are you doing like this? We must help when we all come, otherwise what are we doing here!"

Old sun tou was so excited that he cried, as if he had seen the Savior, pointing to Zhou Ze and crying to the old Taoist priest:

"Brother Lu, your son, your son is not a dry eater, nor is he crazy. He has a brain problem!

He is really capable, really capable, your son is an expert! "

"........" old road.

Mom, sell batches!

I'm ashamed to invite the boss to help you,

You old vegetable Gang wants to kill me!

"Master, master, please, please save my son, save my son, please..."

Zhou Ze directly ignored the excitement of old sun tou,

In his sight,

The room was indeed full of miasma,

It's like someone burned something inside,

But then,

Zhou Ze realized that these things can only be seen by himself, but ordinary people can't see them. But since this is the case, Lao sun tou's son is obviously not a physical disease.

"Get out of the way."

Zhou Ze waved.

Old sun tou didn't seem to hear it. He broke away from the shackles of the Taoist priest with a bunch of tears and wanted to catch Zhou Ze and continue to cry.

Boss Zhou stepped back,

The Taoist priest immediately ran over, hugged and threw the overly excited old sun's head to the ground. He knew the boss's cleanliness. If you paste your snot and tears on the boss,

God,

It's horrible!

"Get out of the way."

"Good, good, old sun, be obedient, be obedient."

Lao sun finally calmed down, nodded immediately, and the Taoist priest let him go.

Immediately,

Lao Dao and Lao sun tou both stood outside the door.

Zhou Ze stretched out his hand, using the evil spirit of his fingertips as a guide, and pulled out these filthy Qi inside. Then, he walked into the room.

"It's over, go in."

The Taoist patted Lao sun on the shoulder.

Zhou Ze went to the bedside. There was a mosquito net hanging on the bed. A young man was lying on it, his face waxy yellow.

Without wasting too much time on this man, Zhou Ze began to check around instead. In fact, it is not difficult for Zhou Ze to solve such things now.

After all, with tie Hanhan and half a face, if he can be controlled by the little devil in the sun like this, boss Zhou can really find a piece of tofu and kill him with tie Hanhan.

It's just that this process is a little cumbersome, because that kind of dirty thing doesn't mean that it's always with you when it hurts you. It's always lying with you, sleeping and eating together, or hating you to the bone, or loving you too much.

There is no such dirt in the room, so there has to be an extra game link of "finding clues", which makes boss Zhou a little impatient.

Like people who are used to higher physics, they have to teach junior high school students the principle of refraction of light.

Finally,

Boss Zhou jumped and stretched out his hand to pat the top of the mosquito net.

Some vegetation leaves fell down, looking like withered grass and straw.

Now it is the busy time of farming, and there are basically straw piles in every field.

At the sight of this, old man sun immediately shivered, and his lips began to turn white.

"What's the matter, old sun tou? Just say what you know." The old Taoist reminded him that the boss didn't go to lunch break and came to help!

"Master, master, please help my son, help..."

The Taoist priest immediately put a chestnut on the back of old sun's head and scolded, "say something useful quickly!"

Old sun came to his senses for the first time, pointed to the straw on the ground and said, "it's him, it must be him, it must be him, it's him, it's him!!!"

"No, who is he!" The old man was dissatisfied.

"From group 5 of West Village, group 5 of West Village, it seems that the surname is Zheng." When old sun tou said this, his eyes were a little godless, like guilt, like fear, but also a little resentment.

"What happened to you?"

The Taoist priest asked directly,

Because don't you understand,

If you don't provoke others, how can they pester you when they become ghosts?

"According to the regulations, it is forbidden to burn straw now, because it will pollute the environment, cause fires, and affect traffic. It has been forbidden for several years."

"Yes, what's the matter?" The Taoist continued to ask.

At this time in the past few years, farmers began to burn straw. It was really smoky, and the air quality was greatly affected. Not to mention, the nearby transportation network was equivalent to an artificial "fog day".

"My son is from the urban management team. He began to go to the countryside to investigate smuggling and burn straw by himself a while ago. Then he found out that the man surnamed Zheng in the West Village, in his fifties, secretly burned straw.

My son and his team went directly to do punishment and education when they were caught showing signs and evidence. "

"Fine?" The Taoist asked.

"Well, I'm fined. It's according to the regulations. Before, every village here has posted notices, and those who burn straw without permission are fined 200 to 2000."

"How much is the penalty?"

"Twothousand."

The Taoist priest heard the speech and licked his lips.

Old sun patted his thigh and said regretfully:

"Who knows that after being fined, the man surnamed Zheng didn't know how. He couldn't think of it when he went home and drank pesticide directly to commit suicide!

Damn it, you'll die when you die. Why do you still hate my son when you're a ghost? You'll be fined twothousand. My son's team is only divided into twoorthree yuan. Why do you miss my son! "