Chapter 18 A group of demons dance 10

The spider demon finally died.

The great trouble that troubled the villagers for more than half a year was eliminated, and the village was celebrated! Even the people from several surrounding villages rushed over and sent money and food. They thanked Chen Xiao for his gratitude and wished he was worshipped as a living god!

Chen Xiao naturally would not accept these things, but the villagers could not refuse the enthusiasm of the villagers, so Taoist Master Chen, who was fairy-like and Taoist, stayed there and attended the celebration banquet held by the villagers for them.

The villagers expressed their joy in such a simple way. The neighboring village sent cattle, sheep and livestock, and the butcher slaughtered them himself. Everyone set up a huge bonfire in the open space, singing and dancing around the bonfire, and wine, vegetables, meat and meat were constantly brought out like a flowing mat, just like the New Year.

Lin Yuan sat in the mat, eating meat silently, and glanced at Shi Xianyu beside him. She was holding a duck leg and eating it very seriously.

I felt that her mouth was so small... her teeth were small. She bit the duck meat and she tried to tear it hard. There were some oil stains on the corners of her mouth and chin, which looked... so cute.

Lin Yuan's heart suddenly bumped into a big deer.

The duck meat today is a bit old, and it is normal for her to bite her teeth. His eyes were patrolling the table of dishes, silently taking a roasted quail, and putting it into her bowl quietly.

After Shi Xianyu took a few bites of duck meat, he continued to eat other things in the bowl. He didn't pay attention to an extra quail. He only felt that the "duck meat" in his mouth had become tenderer. She carefully picked off the bones and ate all the meat.

Linyuan also brought herself a quail and silently recorded the taste... Well, she likes to eat this.

"Hello!"

A child's voice sounded behind him.

Lin Yuan turned his head and saw that it was the little boy who threw himself with a piece of mud last time.

The little boy stood in front of him with his head held high and his chest as if he was very imposing, saying, "I was wrong last time, but I advise you not to underestimate me!"

Linyuan: "…………”

He has always been half-knowing about human words and deeds, and has no curiosity. After listening to the little boy's words, he withdrew his gaze and continued to look at the dishes on the table, thinking about which plate would be what Shi Xianyu liked to eat.

The little boy suddenly felt very unpresented!

Angry, anxious, I couldn't help but take two steps forward and closer to Linyuan, "Hey! I'll let you see it!"

Lin Yuan turned his head again, frowned and looked at the little boy, his puzzled eyes as if saying: Why haven't you left yet?

The little boy seemed to be greatly humiliated, lifted his trouser legs with both hands and shouted: "Look!!!"

Two black calves.

Linyuan: "?"

The little boy was proud and held his trouser legs and showed off his face: "How is it? Am I very powerful? Let's wait and see, I will have more hair in the future!"

"Puff! Hahahahahahahaha!" Shi Xianyu next to him burst into laughter.

The little boy was slightly stunned, looking down at his legs, and his expression suddenly became panicked. He did not expect that the leg hair he had carefully drawn turned into ink stains at this moment!

"I...my hair..." The little boy's eyes turned red.

Shi Xianyu held back his laughter, got up from the seat, took the little boy's hand and said, "Let's go, I'll help you draw it again. This time, I'll put down my trouser legs after the moji is dry."

The little boy burst into tears with sadness, "I have no extra ink in my house."

Ordinary farmers do not need to read and write, and they will not prepare too many ink, paper and inkstones.

Shi Xianyu thought for a while, "Wanji is a scholar, and he must have pens and ink at home. It should be okay if we borrow some to use it."

The little boy stopped crying, followed Shi Xianyu with his head hanging down, and went to the village chief's house together.

Linyuan also wanted to go with him, but was stopped by a few villagers who were slightly drunk.

"Master, I'll give you a cup!..."

"Dao, Taoist priest, come and drink... another drink!"

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Almost everyone was having a banquet outside, and the village chief's house was also empty, and even the servants went out to drink.

Shi Xianyu led the little boy into Wanji's study. She had all the pens, ink, paper and ink on the table. She rolled up her sleeves to grind the ink, and chatted with the little boy casually while grinding it.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Xiaoman."

"Oh, how old are you this year?"

"I'm 7 years old! I can help my family work. I'm very awesome!"

"Hahaha, you're so awesome. I just cried when I was 7 years old~"

Shi Xianyu grind the ink, dipped it in with a brush, let the little boy sit on the chair, and asked him, "Do you want thick and short leg hair, or thin and long leg hair?"

The little boy frowned, "I want it thick and long!"

Shi Xianyu was overjoyed, "Hahaha... you have a good vision, then don't move, I'm going to start drawing~"

After hearing this, the little boy immediately sat down obediently.

Shi Xianyu had learned fine brushwork for a few years before, and drawing leg hair would not make her difficult. She had a few strokes and was stable and fast, with neat and clean lines, which was much more reliable than the children's ghost painting talismans. At least from the eyes of the boy, he was satisfied.

After drawing for a while, I heard a light voice outside the house. Shi Xianyu was a little surprised and turned his head and looked outside. It seemed that it was Wanji's mother.

Strangely, everyone went out to celebrate today, why did Mrs. Wan stay at home alone?

Then I thought again that in ancient times, women did not leave the door and did not go out of the door. Other village women had to be busy with farm work and housework, so they didn't pay much attention to it. But Mrs. Wan was like a wealthy lady, and perhaps the family was concerned about some rules.

"Sit and don't move, wait until the moji is dry before coming down." Shi Xianyu said, "I'll go and see Mrs. Wan."

I originally planned to finish the painting and say to Wan Ji. Since Mrs. Wan is at home, I will tell Mrs. Wan directly that the same is true. I can't use other people's ink and say hello.

Shi Xianyu got up and went out, and found that the voice was coming from the backyard. He felt strange in his heart, and he couldn't help but slow down and walked around the back of the house with his hands and feet.

The backyard of the village chief’s house is very clean, unlike other farmers in the village who raise some animals in the captivity. Only two trees were planted in the backyard. Mrs. Wan was squatting under a tree to burn paper.

Her face was very bad. She was burning paper and murmured softly: "Go with peace of mind... Don't blame me... If you want to blame, you can only blame you for being too stupid... Don't come back..."

Shi Xianyu felt a little furious when he saw this scene.

At this time, it seemed that it was not appropriate to go forward to say hello. She pursed her lips, took a few steps carefully, and left quietly.

When he returned to Wanji's study, Xiaoman was still sitting on the chair, fearing that his new leg hair would be rubbed off, and was blowing on his legs with all his strength, hoping that Moji would dry faster.

"Come and help me see, has it been dried?" He asked anxiously.

Shi Xianyu bent down and looked carefully, nodding with certainty, "Yes, it's done."

Xiaoman was satisfied and jumped off the chair happily, preparing to put down his trouser legs, halfway through, and frowned hesitantly, thinking that if this is blocked, who else can see his leg hair?

No one saw it, wasn’t that a waste of painting?

He rolled his trouser legs high, and suddenly felt overwhelmed with confidence, and walked out with his chest straight!

Shi Xianyu followed him out and asked in a low voice: "Xiaoman, has anyone died in the village chief's family in recent years?"

"Ah?" Xiaoman was stunned, "No."

Shi Xianyu said in confusion: "Strange, I just went to find Mrs. Wan and saw her burning paper."

"Oh, it should be burned for Brother Wanji's mother." Xiaoman said disrespectfully.

Shi Xianyu was extremely surprised, "Isn't Mrs. Wan Ji's biological mother?"

"Of course not!" Xiaoman shook his head, and then told her, "But you must not bring this in front of Brother Wanji, Brother Wanji will be unhappy."

"Why?" Shi Xianyu was puzzled.

If it were someone else, Xiaoman would definitely not say it, but Shi Xianyu drew his leg hair. Xiaoman thought she was his own person, so he told her very righteously: "Because Brother Wanji's mother ran away with a peddler, so she didn't want him anymore. If you mention this, wouldn't it make Brother Wanji sad and embarrassed?"

Judging from the tone of this child, he was quite considerate.

Shi Xianyu said thoughtfully: "It seems that Mrs. Wan doesn't want to make Wan Ji think of sad things, so she deliberately burns paper on him... Hey, that's not right. Why did Mrs. Wan burn paper for others so well?"

"You don't know that Wanji's mother and Mrs. Wan are sisters. At that time, Wanji's grandfather's family married her sister to make up for the ugly things she did and to take care of her younger grandson. They only said that the eldest daughter died of illness. In fact, everyone knows that she ran away with the peddler. Since her sister died of illness, it is normal to burn paper for her sister."

Xiaoman is a very good person when he talks about these gossips.

Shi Xianyu understood that now Mrs. Wan was not the original wife, but the original wife's sister.

Thinking of this, it was a bit pitiful. At a young age, he was sent to the village as a substitute because his sister ran away with someone and failed to get a good marriage.

...But, what does Mrs. Wan mean just now saying "Don't blame me"?

Shi Xianyu wanted to ask again. At this time, Xiaoman saw several friends from the same village. The child was anxious to show off his legs, so he ran away quickly with his two black legs spread out.

Shi Xianyu gave up and thought, what should I do if I ask about other people’s private affairs so clearly?

She shook her head and returned to the banquet happily. She found that the villagers were so enthusiastic that she actually got Principal Shen three points drunk. Even Linyuan's face turned red. When she saw her come back, her amber-gold pupils stared at her with a bit of silly aura.

Shi Xianyu couldn't help laughing and stepped forward and advised, "Okay, don't drink anymore, I'll have to hurry up tomorrow."

When Shen Xiao saw the reinforcements, he stood up as if he was amnesty and waved his hand with a smile: "I can't drink much, so I really can't drink anymore!"

Wan Ji also stood up to smooth things over, and said with a smile: "Everyone's gratitude, Taoist Master understands in his heart that Taoist Master has worked so hard these days. It's better to let the Taoist Master rest for one night first. Let's practice it for Taoist Master tomorrow."

Everyone said yes, and finally stopped the cups in their hands, and wanted to send the Taoist priest to rest.

It was getting late, but the banquet could not end for a moment. Shen Xiao and his party went back to the village chief's house to rest. From a distance, they could still hear the happy singing and laughter of the villagers, which was very lively.

Mrs. Wan prepared sober tea for them early and hot water for washing, which was very polite and thoughtful.

Shi Xianyu secretly observed her words and deeds, and felt that this woman was kind and gentle, and she could not see the gloom of burning paper just now.

?            ?Is it my illusion? Why do you feel that fewer and fewer people are watching... Do you have any votes and check-in messages?! Do you have to be so cold?!

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