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After the Shen and Nie family sang one another and finished the twists and turns of the grand opening, the elders were secretly relieved, and they didn't care about gathering for dinner and friendship, and said goodbye tacitly as if they were fleeing.Each brought their shameless juniors, one went back to the house, and the other went back to the rented place.

Speaking of this house, although the uncles of the Nie family have made a name for themselves in the business circles of Tianjin, they are not in a hurry to buy real estate.

The two men are not particular about people. When they first arrived, they lived in a foreign hotel for a short period of time, and then directly rented a small British mansion for a long time. Even the servants at home were ready-made in the contract. .

Nie Jinchen did not have the adaptability of his uncle to adapt to the situation. He often couldn't get used to the western dishes prepared by the foreign cooks in the mansion, and he couldn't appreciate the European-style architectural specifications.It's inconvenient for him to complain about such a trivial matter, so when he has free time in private, he often wants to hint at others by insinuating to resolve his dissatisfaction.

It's a pity that Nie Pingchuan didn't have the ability to read minds. He was used to seeing his nephew's cold face and bad temper.He privately thinks that although living outside is not so comfortable and stable compared with home, there is nothing to be picky about if the two big men can live a good or bad life.

Over time, the differences between the two became very obvious.

"It's investing in a silk factory and opening a hotel. It's as if it's really coming here to do poor business."

Nie Jinchen didn't like the pretentious nouveau riche, and he didn't understand his uncle's ways, and he was usually the most high-spirited, so he felt a suffocation in his heart and pulled his neck impatiently. on the tie.

"It's good to look like it, just let others see it as it is."

Nie Pingchuan patted his nephew's shoulder meaningfully, still looking enigmatic.

What a fart, Nie Jinchen rolled his eyes silently in his heart, took a sip of the coffee on the table, and found that the taste was like bitter medicine and did not quench his thirst, so he frowned and put the cup down.

"Boy, this place is no better than ours. Tianjin is full of masters, so don't make people look down on you." Nie Pingchuan rinsed his cup with cold boiled water and poured a cup of hot tea. "There's an old saying,' Stretch out your hand and don't hit the smiling face', do enough superficial skills, and you won't have to worry about not having your power in the future."

Nie Jinchen didn't have the foresight and foresight of his uncle, and Nie Pingchuan choked him every time he couldn't say a few words.He sat on the sofa alone, frowned his thick eyebrows, assumed a posture of anxiety, and forcefully suppressed a cold snort from the depth of his nose.

Nie Pingchuan was well aware of this nephew's temper. Seeing that Nie Jinchen was in a bad mood, he hurried to invite him out before he kicked.

The nephew didn't want to touch his uncle's mold, so he got up from the sofa very readily.When he walked to the door, Nie Jinchen turned his head unconsciously, and saw the woman's things in Nie Pingchuan's room.

Surprise flashed in his eyes. Although he was curious, he didn't ask anything. He only glanced thoughtfully at the high-heeled shoes in the corner, and walked out calmly.

It was noon, and Lu Liuyun was sitting in a rickshaw and walking back home. As soon as the front foot entered the door, it rained heavily on the back foot.

The rain was also choking, the drift was not heavy, and it was annoying. It continued to fall intermittently for a long time, until there was a muffled thunder in the sky, and then the wind slowly dispersed and the sky cleared.

Zhang Ma caught up with God's coincidence, the drowsy person who was in a dream, was suddenly startled by the wonderful thunder, and finally exhaled the breath held in his throat.When I opened my eyes again, I saw flowers as flowers and trees as trees. With the clear sunlight coming in from the window, I regained my senses in a daze.

"Ouch, this is..."

Zhang Ma vaguely remembered that she seemed to have been lying down for a long time, but she suddenly woke up, but she couldn't remember the reason.

On the small table next to the bed were soup bowls and spoons, as well as two unsealed Chinese medicine packets, presenting a busy scene of treating her serious illness.

Zhang Ma raised her head in confusion, feeling dizzy in her head, rubbed her sore and swollen temples, and muttered to herself, "Why does it look like I've hit an evil spirit?"

How come it's like hitting an evil spirit.

She patted her forehead and finally remembered.

The memory goes back to two days ago.

That day, it was very cold in the morning, no one hesitated to go out, even Feng Ziao was not lively.

Before Mama Zhang went out, she hesitated for a while, and finally couldn't bear the gout on her body, so she simply wrapped her head carefully with a big scarf in the room, and then went out with a vegetable basket on her shoulders.

Sure enough, the road was deserted. Although the big shopping mall in Fengzi'ao had installed heating, the outside of the street was terribly cold in the open air.Looking around, except for a few shy vegetable vendors guarding their business, there are few people on the whole road.

However, there are benefits to having fewer people.The meat, vegetables, melons and fruits in the market are very fresh. In order to be able to sell their goods in bad weather, the stall owners will even lower the prices when they meet big-spending customers.

This is quite in line with Mama Zhang's wishes. Although the handsome mansion doesn't need to save these few vegetables, she is used to frugality and is a person who knows how to live. She is happy to stand in the cold wind and do this careful calculation.

The carrots on the vegetable stand have frozen mud on their tails, juicily piled up in bamboo baskets, all of them look pleasing and look fresh.

The master of the big kitchen complained to her all day long that it was difficult to adjust to everyone’s taste, how difficult it could be. In winter, radishes match ginseng, and a pound of pork ribs is chopped and simmered in a good soup, which can warm your heart.

Thinking of this, Zhang Ma didn't feel the cold wind blowing on her face, so she pulled the basket in her hand and started to make room for the radish.

The fishmonger next door and the old man weighing pork were sitting on the bench huffing and smoking, gossiping about each other.Zhang's mother loved to listen to the excitement, but she was too embarrassed to get in front of the two old men to interrupt, so she stood far away beside the old woman selling radishes, picking and picking, while quietly erecting her ears.

The little old man at the pork stall looked at his slender legs and arms, and his voice was not low. He was holding an old pipe vigorously, and before he took a few puffs, he stretched out the veins on the back of his hand.

"You guys who eat Dragon King's rice, do you have any taboos when doing business on waterways?"

The fishmonger grinned, leaned against the cement wall and stretched his waist, "That's right, if you can't go into the water because of the 'Dragon King's Fury', you can't do business today."

"What is this 'Dragon King's Fury'?"

"The most common thing is that there are strong winds on the river and big waves on the sea." The fishmonger scratched his shaved scalp with a hint of helplessness in his words, "We depend on the sky for our food, unlike you, brother, who keep pens. It’s easy to tidy up at home.”

"Hey, it's also difficult."

The little old man smothered a big mouthful of white mist with his old pipe in his mouth, and coughed himself up.

The fishmonger patted his back with his big hand and said, "This piggy is locked up in the shack, and he can still fly out with wings."

"Wild words." The little old man was teased by him, coughing and laughing, and as soon as he bent down, he opened his mouth and hiccupped loudly.

The fishmonger became addicted to chatting with him, and held his arm and did not let go, "Brother, let me tell you something new. When I was tying the boat last night, I heard people said that the mass grave was haunted and crying. "

"Yo, it's a lie, how can it be so mysterious?"

This kind of rumor might sound good, the little old man knocked the cigarette pot on the bricks, and didn't intend to take his words seriously.

"It happened a few months ago. I lived in a few nearby villages. I was so scared that I planted shoots on the gates before it was dark at night. It was far away from our city, and it was delayed until the nearest to spread the word."

The fishmonger took a breath of cold air in his throat, coughed dryly and added, "There are a few poor and crazy bastards who went to pick things from dead people in the middle of the night, and they encountered dirty things. The better ones were frightened on the spot. He still had the strength to run after peeing his pants, but unfortunately he collapsed on the ground and watched that thing skip and go."

The old man who sells pork let out a "hoo" and heard the interest, "Did you say what kind of dirty thing it is?"

"I'm so flustered when I say it, the bright red jacket and high heels are dressed like a bride, except that there are blood pillars hanging on each of the seven orifices on the face."

The fishmonger rubbed his arms and said he was shivering.Mama Zhang, who was listening to the excitement, followed behind with her legs shaking, she couldn't hold the carrot firmly, and rolled to the middle of the road.

"Aiyo, my radish is not made of iron, so please be careful." The old vegetable seller pointed to the mottled radish that fell out of the pit and said distressedly.

"I buy, I buy."

Mama Zhang ran to the middle of the road to pick up radishes. She squatted down and saw a pair of high-heeled shoes. The owner of the shoes jingled, and a pair of small silver bracelets automatically appeared in her mind.

"A few months ago, the mass grave outside the city was haunted by ghosts and crying."

"That dirty thing, with a big red jacket and high heels, dressed like a bride."

"There are seven pillars of blood hanging on this face."

Mama Zhang collapsed on the ground.

Isn't this haunting and crying, counting the number of days, the days when Grandma Xiaoliu disappeared.

The high-heeled shoes "tick-tick-tick" were getting closer and closer to her, like a barbed mallet, slowly grinding against Zhang Mama's heart.

Mama Zhang raised her head, she didn't see the phoenix embroidered cheongsam with pinched red and inlaid with gold, but she saw a familiar woman's face.She followed the pair of curved willow-leaf eyebrows all the way to see the bright red Kou Dan on the other's ten fingers, her heart skipped a beat, and the cold air began to seep from the gap between her teeth.

Coincidentally, at this time, a long funeral procession came out of nowhere on the street, beating gongs and drums, playing suona sadly, and scattering funeral coins all over the sky.

The sixth aunt, who was "resurrected from the dead" standing under the sun, walked past her stepping on a pile of paper money in the gap.

Zhang Ma's face was wrapped in a big scarf, and her back was already dripping with cold sweat.She howled silently with a hoarse voice, and got up from the ground in a daze. She didn't want the mochi radish, and she didn't buy the gout ointment. She picked up the vegetable basket and ran back with a pair of big feet without saying a word.