Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

"Shaman wizard?" Wang Guohua said dismissively: "Those who play tricks on others. We are materialists and don't believe in ghosts or gods."

Dabao looked at his ignorant look and couldn't help but sigh. He was also an atheist in his previous life, but what happened to him gave him a big slap in the face.

If there is only one person left in this world who believes in God, it can only be Dabao, because his rebirth and the space he carries with him can only be created by God.

The end of science is metaphysics. The country just doesn’t allow you to be superstitious, but it doesn’t ask you to not believe.

The National Memorial Tripod was cast to commemorate the victims of the massacre, but it kept leaking during the first pouring, forcing the staff to stop the process urgently.

During the second pouring, the traditional Chinese way of offering sacrifices to the heavens and praying to the spirits was adopted, and then a strange phenomenon appeared in the sky, prompting the completion of the tripod.

The next day, before pouring the stone, 30 portraits of massacre victims and three directories containing more than 1 names of victims were placed inside.

Then, several sudden clap of thunder echoed in the sky, followed by a thunderstorm that lasted for several minutes. Heaven and earth mourned together, the sound of thunder and rain blending together. It was as if one could hear a mournful wail. The public sacrifice tripod was cast successfully in one go, without even a single sand hole or hourglass.

This is God's will. It was shaped by my tears and shaped by my cries. That rain may be the tears of 30 compatriots who died. They returned to their hometown with the help of the rain and took a look at this prosperous world.

If this isn't a miracle, do you think the nation's choice of October 1st for its founding was simply a random show of hands? The days of the high school entrance exam and the college entrance exam are definitely unlucky according to the lunar calendar, perfect only for selecting talent for the nation.

Why is the emergency number in other countries 999? But the emergency number in our country is 110. You can use Luban ruler to calculate. 110 corresponds to "official" and 119 corresponds to "fire".

Who lights the first incense stick in temples on the first day of the Lunar New Year? It is always the local officials. Even if rich people donate a large sum of money, they cannot get the first incense stick.

Don't be superstitious, but the people who believe in these things the most are the ones who make the atheist regulations, because they know very well that if ordinary people all believe in God, no one will believe in them...

Dabao knew that a fighter like Wang Guohua would not believe these things. Instead of believing these things, he should believe in the gun in his hand and his comrades around him.

However, in order to make Wang Guohua understand how troublesome the matter was, Dabao still had to patiently explain what a shaman was.

"Uncle Wang, Shamanism originated in ancient times. It is older than any other religious belief in the world. In ancient times, tribes such as Sushen, Xiongnu, Wuhuan, Xianbei, Rouran, Turkic, Uighur, and Kyrgyz were all loyal believers of Shamanism.

Of course, the Qing Dynasty was also a believer of shamans, or in other words, without the blessing of shamans, the Qing Dynasty would not have been able to enter the Pass and proclaim itself emperor.

Shamans communicate with ghosts and gods through beating drums and dancing. In the Northeast, such people have a high status and are usually called "Chu Ma Xian'er".

If Jiang Jinsong was protected by them, it would be difficult for us to catch him. Jiang Jinsong's father said that the so-called sworn brother was actually his brother. His brother offended the Japanese devils in the past. In order to protect the family inheritance, this branch of the Jiang family was allowed to cross the border and come to the capital.

This shows that as long as Jiang Jinsong meets his uncle, he will definitely be protected."

Wang Guohua understood Dabao's explanation, and his expression became even uglier...

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At seven o'clock in the evening, Jiang Jinsong took a truck into Baozhou Prefecture. He had been to Baozhou Prefecture once in 56 and stayed here for five days. He was somewhat familiar with the place.

Jiang Jinsong got off the car at the Zhili Governor's Mansion. He walked around East Street and found a small hotel to stay in. He had a letter of introduction and registered under the name Bai Kuiyuan, so he had a smooth stay.

This is a four-person room. Few people go out these days, so he is the only one living in the four-person room.

Jiang Jinsong put down the bag he was carrying, and feeling hungry, he went out empty-handed with the money in his pocket.

I walked along East Street and found a donkey meat hot bread shop. I bought five donkey meat hot bread sandwiches, two of which were also equipped with lamps and bowls. I also ordered a bowl of egg soup.

Baozhou Caohe donkey meat hot pot is one of the most delicious foods in the world. Jiang Jinsong ate it with all his heart.

At this moment, the door of the shop opened and a policeman walked in. He looked around and Jiang Jinsong suddenly became nervous. He lowered his head to eat the fire cake.

The police officer looked down at Jiang Jinsong, then suddenly pointed at him and asked, "Boss, what is this customer eating?"

The boss peeked out of the kitchen and said, "Donkey meat hotpot with a lamp stand and a bowl of rice. Comrade, you are from Sichuan, right? You are not used to this. You should try the sandwich sausage."

"Okay, three then. They look delicious."

"Yes, it will be there soon."

Jiang Jinsong took a look at the police officer and saw that he was about the same height and weight as him, just a little older. They looked somewhat similar, so he took notice of him.

After a while, the boss brought a plate with three donkey meat hot buns and a bowl of egg soup and placed it in front of the police.

The police gave me money and food coupons, and I picked up the donkey meat hut and started eating. The boss probably rarely saw people from Sichuan, so he chatted with him out of curiosity.

"Where in Sichuan are you from, comrade? Our child's grandmother is also from Sichuan."

"I'm from Chengdu, Sichuan. Where is your mother from?"

"Oh my god, my mom is also from Chengdu, so we're from the same hometown..."

The two were chatting animatedly, and Jiang Jinsong slowed down his eating of the donkey meat hotpot and drank the egg soup.

"Comrade, what are you doing in Baozhou? Is it official business or personal matters?"

"I'm on an outbound assignment in Baozhou for work. I just arrived today and I heard people say the donkey meat hotpot in Baozhou is delicious, so I came to try it."

Jiang Jinsong slowly finished eating the donkey meat hotpot and ate some egg soup. He burped and thought it was so delicious.

"Boss, give me ten more to take away, five with sausage and five with lantern bowls."

The boss took the money and agreed, then went back to the kitchen to make it.

At this time, Gongan had also finished eating. He blew the hot steam from the egg soup and drank it slowly.

The policeman stood up, said hello to the boss, opened the door and walked out.

Jiang Jinsong's eyes never left the police officer's back. The boss came out of the kitchen with a packaged steamed bun and handed it to Jiang Jinsong.

Jiang Jinsong went out and watched from afar as the police entered the East Street Guesthouse. Standing by the roadside, he saw lights on in the rooms on the second floor. He then gave a sinister smile and returned to the small hotel...

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In the capital, the large-scale manhunt is still going on. Of course, nothing has been achieved, but it cannot be said that nothing has been achieved. More than a dozen thieves and kidnappers have been arrested, but there is no news of Jiang Jinsong at all.

The lights in the conference room of Gulou Street Police Station were on. A group of people sat around the conference table with worried looks on their faces. Everyone had a premonition that Jiang Jinsong had already escaped from the capital.

Dabao lazily lay on the table, took out an apple from somewhere and started to eat it. When everyone was worried, they heard a crunching sound.

Everyone looked over, and Dabao raised his arm: "Report, I have a question, I don't know if I should ask it?"

Everyone instantly became alert. Wang Guohua also straightened his back and looked at Dabao eagerly.

Long Fei chuckled and said, "Ask, just ask."

Dabao raised the corner of his mouth slightly, with a wicked smile on his face: "Dear leaders, you and your men have been eating and drinking in my police station. Who will settle the bill for me?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was so angry that they shouted in unison: "Get out!"

Dabao shrugged and stood up, replying in an equally loud voice: "Get out!"