Chapter 627

Through this business, I once again realized the hardships of being a parent. I can't help but think of Yin Xinyue's parents. They haven't come out of the shadow of 800 Li Jiao.

When he Kui left, he handed me five thousand yuan, but I didn't ask for it. After all, I don't need this money, and his family is very difficult.

Come on, let's make a good fortune!

Although Pockmarked Li was also very interested in helping others, he didn't earn any money, so he urged me to go out to find business three days after I went home.

"Yin can be met or not. Are you in a hurry?"

I didn't say it well, but Pockmarked Li couldn't hear it at all. He was tireless on the road of finding Yin things, and I didn't care about him.

In a blink of an eye, it was May Day. In the past two or three months, Pockmarked Li has been looking for several businesses in a row. I couldn't get over him, so I went with him. As a result, all of them were little things that didn't go into the current, or were ordinary haunted events.

Several times down did not earn a cent not to say, but also made exhausted, Pockmarked Li finally resigned, no longer all day how to shout to force me out. I finally calmed down and hid in the room to draw the spirit talisman or practice the incantation.

T-shirt man called me a few days ago. He said that he had left Longwang village and asked me not to worry about it. He also told me that I might meet people from Longquan Mountain Villa on the day of the trade fair and let me practice more skills.

He didn't mention anything about his father-in-law, so I thoroughly immersed myself in it and prepared it according to what he said.

But as the old saying goes, if you don't find something, it will take the initiative to find you.

Within a few days, Li Mazi was steadfast, and there was a client. This time, the client 's occupation was a little special. He was an old man who sold tofu. He said his name was Chen tofu.

That afternoon, I was cleaning a vase made by a Ming Dynasty official kiln. Chen, who was selling tofu, came into the shop with a shoulder pole. I thought he was going to sell tofu to me, so I was going to blow people out. Who knows that he threw the burden on the ground and said to me: "little brother, is Zhang Daxian in the shop?"

After hearing this, I was speechless, and my heart said that whoever passed it on to me would become an immortal. And I can't stand a big man of fifty or sixty calling himself a little brother. He rushed to say that I was Zhang Jiulin, and then asked him what was the matter.

Maybe I'm too young? Uncle Chen looked at me in surprise, and then told me.

Mr. Chen's original name is Chen Jiefang. Because he has sold tofu for a lifetime, he is called Chen tofu. After a long time, he gradually calls himself Chen tofu. And he came to me this time because he thought he had something dirty to follow him.

However, when he spoke, there was no fear on his face. It didn't seem that he had been frightened by something dirty. I couldn't help being curious and motioning him to say it in detail.

"In fact, it's not a big deal. Every time I go out to sell tofu, when I pass a village, the dogs in their village will keep barking! At first, we all thought it was fun. Later, we found that as soon as I got close to the village, the dogs in the whole village would bark crazily. And it's not a normal call. The sound is worse than the sound. Later, people in that village began to say that I was unclean. Some even said that I was a ghost. Now I am not allowed to enter that village... "

With a sigh, Mr. Chen said that he was not afraid of any dirty things when he was so old, and he didn't have to sell tofu in that village. He felt uncomfortable and a little late. So he wanted to find out about it. When he was chatting with others, he heard about my name, so he came to have a try.

"Have you ever had a dog? What happens when you pass by other villages. " I listened and thought for a while, and asked excitedly.

If the dog barks only when passing the village, it is likely that there is something wrong with the village.

Mr. Chen shook his head to show that he had never had a dog. He said that he was quiet and couldn't stand the dogs calling all day. But he was sure that when he went to other villages to sell tofu, there was no problem. Only when he went to Xiaoliu village, the dogs there would scream wildly.

"If that's the case, it's not about you..."

I comforted Mr. Chen, then closed the shop and went to his house to have a look.

Mr. Chen's house is a small courtyard, with many crenels and a donkey tied to it. He told me that if it was hard to walk on rainy days, he would drive his donkey car out to sell tofu.

I nodded and looked at the yard carefully. I didn't find anything unusual. Even because there was a donkey, it made the yard a little angry.

There are three rooms in the courtyard, one is Mr. Chen's bedroom, one is the kitchen, and the other is specially used to produce tofu. There is a small electric grinder and several bags of soybeans.

On the whole, I told Mr. Chen that there was no problem here. Mr. Chen didn't believe it, so I had to take out the compass and turn it around again. As a result, the compass showed that everything was normal.

Even at the end of the day, in order to reassure him, I borrowed a dog from my neighbor's house. But the dog, apart from barking for a while at the beginning, was honest, which showed that Uncle Chen's family must have no problem."So what's going on?" With my repeated confirmation, Mr. Chen finally believed that his family was ok, but he asked with a frown.

The old man is always struggling with something. It can be seen that if he doesn't solve the problem, Mr. Chen may not even sleep well.

Anyway, there's nothing important recently. I thought about it and asked Uncle Chen to take me to Xiaoliu village to step on it!

Mr. Chen was very happy to hear that. He immediately put on the donkey cart and put on two drawers of tofu. I sat on the donkey cart and watched the sunset. For a while, I felt that I had returned to ancient times and was in a very happy mood.

After about half an hour, Mr. Chen turned to me and said, "Zhang Daxian, it's Xiaoliu village. Listen to some barking."

I nodded and listened. Looking ahead, I found that the village was far away from us, and the most distant family was five or six hundred meters away. So I feel that Uncle Chen is a bit of a shadow. How can a dog see such a distance?

What I didn't expect was that Mr. Chen walked tens of meters ahead after he finished speaking, but suddenly there was a noisy barking of dogs in the village.

Even if the barking of dogs is gradually sounded, after all, they can transmit information to each other, but these dogs in Xiaoliu village obviously started barking at the same time!