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Several people returned to Lu Chu's house from the village head.

The grandmother had already prepared dinner and was waiting for them, not so rich. Country folks usually cook only one vegetarian dish per meal. But for the guests these days, the elderly cook a few more dishes, there is no garish pattern, cut some meat, the taste is not bad.

When a few people ate, the old man looked at the meat dishes on the table, and looked at Lu Chu. He felt distressed at his grandson. If there were no guests, their family would only eat meat during the New Year holidays For a few, life is really hard.

After eating half of the meal, Song Ji and the elderly chatted and said, and asked if there were places for worship and burning incense when building civil works or other activities here.

The old man nodded: "Of course, there are quite a lot of doorways here. We often like to count with Wang Po. Last week worshipped, please be safe. I see what you did in that movie Yes, you can also burn a fragrant and seek a smooth and smooth one. "

A few people nodded quickly when they heard it, they were thinking about doing so.

The old man said, "Just a moment, I'm going to Wang Po to see my legs, and take you with me."

Waiting for a few others to answer, Lu Chu immediately cared and asked, "What's wrong with your legs, grandma?"

The old man lovingly touched Lu Chu's head: "Nothing, it's cold. The calf always hurts these two days."

"Then let's go and see." Lu Chu frowned, he was a little worried about the old man's legs.

Seeing Lu Chu's genuine concern, Song Gui thoughtfully, 7 as always, the other three agreed to nod.

After everyone had eaten, Lu Chu went to brush the bowl, and then led by the old man to Wang's house.

At dusk, when the sun goes down, the village becomes extraordinarily quiet, and occasionally a few barking dogs break the silence. There are only a few street lights on the widest road in the village. At this time, it is not dark, so the street lights are not on. The old man took a worn flashlight in his hand and walked in front: "I'm old and my eyes aren't good. I have to turn on the flashlight before it gets dark."

Since coming to this "bureau", Lu Chu has heard of Wang Po several times. It is said that Wei Rong, who is crazy, often goes to Wang Po, noisy and noisy, sitting for a day. Lu Chu had long wanted to meet this person, and now there is an opportunity-of course, it is also important to show the legs of the elderly.

Seems to be seeing through Lu Chu's thoughts, Song Qi slowed down and unknowingly walked side by side with Lu Chu.

"How old is this year?"

Lu Chu said nothing.

Song Gui saw that the other people's attention was not here. He leaned down and whispered in Lu Chu's ear: "Don't be in love with the people in the 'inning', only we are real."

Lu Chu's footsteps lag, Song rule walked away casually.

Lu Chu looked at Song Gui's back, knowing that he was really caring about the elderly for himself.

But "really?"

If only the selected player is real, then "Lu Chu" is nothing.

A person such as Song Gui may never look at the person in the "inning", but Lu Chu is different because he is the person in the inning.

Lu Chu raised his foot and continued to walk forward, 7 followed silently behind him.

Finally arrived at Mrs. Wang's house, and the old man came forward and knocked on the door: "Is Mrs. Wang in?"

"Squeak--" The yard's wooden door opened from the inside, and a little girl poked her head and looked at the crowd outside, and opened the door.

The courtyard of Wang's family was very small. The ground in the courtyard was full of burnt paper ashes. The courtyard was filled with the smell of burning incense, and the head was swollen.

The old man was obviously not the first time here. She walked to the front of the house and knocked on the door. A hoarse voice came from within a while: "Come in."

The old man went in first, and everyone followed.

The atmosphere in the room was even more depressing. The light was yellow, the smell of incense was heavier, and the smoke was dangling. The roof was hung with countless yellow ribbons painted with charms. Due to this atmosphere, everyone was unconscious and solemn and solemn, bowing their waist Avoid the hanging silk ribbon and walked into the room to see the old woman sitting on a futon. The old woman was Wang Po. She looked very old, with rough skin, withered flesh, and lean body as if she had only a skeleton behind her skin, but her eyes were extremely bright. Behind Wang Po is a variety of strangely moving statues, majestic and impressive. In front of the futon is a long table with red candles burning on it. Huang Guang printed the old man's skinny and boneless face, which was particularly appalling.

The old man sat down opposite Wang Po, saying that he had been cold and his leg hurt during this time. After listening, Wang Po slowly stood up and walked to the back compartment. After a while, she walked out with a handful of grass-like things.

Wang Po's voice was hoarse and slow, with a peculiar flavor in it: "The seedlings on garlic are dried, go back and boil with vinegar, and then smoke the legs with boiling water."

Lu Chu hurriedly helped the grandmother to take over the withered grass and thank the wife.

Seeing this, Wang Po looked at Lu Chu thoughtfully.

The grandma laughed, "This is my grandson."

Wang Po nodded: "Very good, you can come by yourself tomorrow night."

Lu Chu didn't know why, the old lady thanked Lu and explained to Lu Chu, "This is Wang Po who wants to help you fortune telling yourself. Many people in Shili and Baxiang nearby can't ask for it. Thank you, Wang. "

Lu Chu hung a mild smile: "Thank you."

"Well," Wang Po said, sat down cross-legged and asked the others: "Is there anything else?"

Song Ji took a step forward: "Hello, we are here to make a movie. I want to be safe with you and go to the column to make the movie shoot smoothly."

Wang Po nodded his eyes narrowly, and placed several amulets and incense of different specifications on the table: "One hundred amulets of paper that have been lighted, ordinary fifty, wood doubled, jade inlays multiplied by ten, jade jade again ; Xiaoxiang is ten yuan a column, Zhongxiang is twenty, Daxiang is fifty. "

Everyone was silent.

Yang Cheng, who didn't speak much along the way, couldn't help but want to speak, but was pulled by Song Ji. Song Ji laughed: "Fu will not be used first, let's go to a column of incense by one person and give us the best kind."

After getting incense and coming out of Wang's wife's house, Yang Cheng and the three discussed Wang's wife, saying that they thought it was so powerful, and it seemed to be just a magic stick to cheat money.

They didn't avoid this, they were heard by the grandma, and the grandma immediately frowned, and said solemnly: "Young man, I know you are from the city, do n’t believe this, but the monk still needs sesame oil, please ask me, others There is no reason to help you, let alone Wang's true ability. "

Yang Cheng listened and said sorry, but he didn't control his mouth.

The old people saw their sincerity and persuaded, "You look good to Qi Qizi, calm down."

What she said was Qi Li, which was 7. The old man is old, but has a good memory, and the names of several people will be remembered in a day.

She continued: "Such a young man is solid."

Lu Chu deeply thought so.

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Wang's home.

The mother-in-law sat on the futon and looked at the incense contemplating Song Ji.

The house closed the doors and windows, but there was a wind blowing, the yellow silk on the roof was blown, and after a while, the wind stopped, the incense star on the Song Gui five flashed, then all went out, leaving only a ray of paleness Broken smoke twisted and scattered in the air.

The mother-in-law took out the fire folds that had been drawn with cinnabar, and ordered them several times, but could not light them again.

She sighed and shook her head.

Can't escape, can't escape.