Seven Evil Slips Chapter 1:

On the eighth day back in Lijiang, the sun was shining brightly when I opened my eyes early in the morning.

Thousands stayed on the bed, but insisted on getting up - he had a task to go to the morning market to buy vegetables for the Phoenix Tower.

This is also expected, I knew this would happen when I came back.

Among the five people, only Mudai and Yan Hongsha passed the test safely: Mudai was still a patient, and Huo Zihong was careful with her, so I am grateful to be able to come back.

And Yan Hongsha is an outsider, she can run as long as she likes outside, even if she tied a balloon to fly to the moon, Uncle Zhang and Zheng Bo would not restrain her, at most suggested: This balloon is not strong, otherwise Tie two more?

And they will never be treated like this.

When Uncle Zhang saw them, he said: "Hey, rare customers, the last time we met was ten years ago."

He and Cao Yanhua were obsequious and swallowed their anger, just to cover their heads and make a bed against their backs.

Fortunately, getting in and out of bed is still reserved for them.

Uncle Zheng also had a hard time passing that test——Uncle Zheng's strategy was not to talk much, but to take a deep look at them.

Silence is better than sound, and the hairs on their backs stood on end.

So in the past two days, I worked extraordinarily hard, and ten thousand three took over all the work of buying vegetables in the Phoenix Tower, potatoes, cabbage, mutton legs, bacon, rice, white flour, soy sauce, monosodium glutamate, and bargaining with people every day to pick things up. He is often stationed in the vegetable market—I heard that some aunts who sell fish stalls think that 13,000 is really not bad, and they call him the vegetable market Xiaoxianrou in private.

Cao Yanhua took care of all the heavy cleaning and sweeping work, and worked hard to solicit business. After two days, he consumed three boxes of golden throat lozenges, only to barely get a smile on Zheng Bo's face.

It's hard to make a living.

10,000 washes hastily, lest it will delay the time to catch up with the freshest meat and vegetables in the morning market, a large red, white and blue plastic bag is carried on the left shoulder, and a folding trolley is pulled by the right hand. Dressing up and dying during the supermarket discount Shopping aunts are no different.

He felt very sad. Not long ago, he was a handsome bartender at the Jushun Suiyuan bar. He poured fake wine for nothing, made a beautiful girl, and his life was so easy. It's only been a few months. Others pay attention to the changes in the stock market, but he only cares about the rise and fall of vegetable prices.

How did all this happen? He was puzzled: Since Luo Ren appeared in the bar for the first time? Since Cao Pangpang said that he also wanted to open a store, and the door was inlaid with gold?

Passing through the bar lobby, the wheels of the trolley creaked.

I saw Cao Yanhua with his back to him, writing something on a table by the window.

13000 was curious, let go of the trolley, approached on tiptoe, condescendingly, craned his neck to look.

Cao Yanhua still heard the movement, so he quickly turned the paper over.

13,000 only saw half a sentence.

——I heard that the second cousin got married...

So he rolled his eyes and looked at him: "A letter from home?"

Cao Yanhua said nothing.

"What age do you still write letters, just call me."

"Your second cousin is getting married, do you have to go back, do you want to follow the ceremony?"

…

No matter how you beat him, Cao Yanhua is like a gourd.

The situation in the vegetable market is unpredictable, and there is no room for wasting time here. Ten thousand three impatient: "hypocritical."

After finishing speaking, he pulled up the trolley and left, creaking all the way.

Cao Yanhua continued to write letters.

——I heard that my second cousin got married, I wish you a happy marriage for a hundred years, but I can't go home because of my busy work, so I enclose 500 yuan with the letter.

Hesitate to sign the money, then hesitate again, look left and right, make sure no one can see it, brush a few strokes, and sign like a thief.

Then fold it in half, roll it up, and stuff it into an envelope.

As soon as he closed his mouth, Kiyo came down from the stairs and said, "Fatty Cao, practice!"

Cao Yanhua quickly stuffed the letter into his pocket.

Kiyo also taught him kung fu before, but he didn't care too much, as if he was teaching him how to play tricks - but after returning this time, there was a clear change, and he even drew a practice schedule for him: When will you be able to punch a complete set, when will you be able to climb the wall in three steps, clearly and carefully.

Show it to Wan San, who clicks his tongue: "The little proprietress will be so careful?"

He asserted that Kishiro was handsome for only three seconds: "I guess it was because you worked hard for her in Nantian, and I was touched for a while."

But that's not the case, she really became a "strict teacher" suddenly.

She specially found a thin green bamboo branch, carefully chopped it with a knife, roasted it until soft, soaked it in cold water, and applied a layer of oil.

After drying in the sun, the thin bamboo branches are as tough as cowhide strips, and they make a hollow sound like a horsewhip when thrown in the air.

At that time, Cao Yanhua was still ignorant, so he asked her: "Little Master, what are you using this for?"

She replied: "Suck yours."

Cao Yanhua feels that he has rough skin and thick flesh, so he looks down on bamboo branches that are not as thin as chopsticks, and he soon suffers. Quickly and ruthlessly, Cao Yanhua's whole body trembled and wailed as he hit his calf.

After a few days, my kung fu has really improved, and I gradually become afraid of Kiyo. I used to call my sister little master, but now I call him less.

Today's goal is to climb the wall in three steps.

Kiyo showed him a run-up, rushing, pedaling with one foot, using the momentum of the other foot, stretching out his long arm, grabbing the wall, pushing hard, and getting up.

She is light and effortless, before Cao Yanhua can see clearly, she has already stood on the wall of the backyard.

The requirements are lowered for him, if he doesn't ask to hang on the wall today, as long as he can hang on the wall with his hands for ten seconds, he will pass the test.

Cao Yanhua tried it a few times, one foot pedaled perfectly, and the other foot couldn't use the strength at all. Halfway through, Uncle Zhang passed by, thinking that Muyo was teaching him to kick the wall, and he was very dissatisfied: "How can I stand it?" He kicks like that!"

I ran under the big sun dozens of times, feeling dizzy and dizzy, and I finally made it look the same, but it was always a little bit: I stretched out my arms, but I couldn't reach the top of the wall no matter what.

Cao Yanhua was about to cry: "Little Master, my arms are short."

Kiyo said: "It has nothing to do with your arms, it's because you started low."

She stood by the wall and told him, "Come again."

Cao Yanhua took a deep breath, ran up, rushed, and pedaled.

As soon as he stepped on the wall, the bamboo branch in Kishiro's hand twitched his buttocks. Cao Yanhua's buttocks flinched. Really stuck to the wall.

Tears almost welled up in my eyes.

Kiyo said below: "Hold on, ten seconds, I said stop before I can come down."

It turned out that these ten seconds were the most difficult time, Cao Yanhua's face turned red, and he sifted through the wall with his arm.

Kiyo squinted his eyes, leisurely and leisurely, close at Chichi, double world.

Looking down, I saw a letter lying on the ground.

Pick it up and look, the handwriting is crooked, the address is so long, it starts with: Daba Mountain, Kaiyuan County, Chongqing...

Kiyo asked Cao Yanhua: "Your?"

What responded to her was a loud crash.

***

As the afternoon market approached, everyone went to the Phoenix Tower to help, Zheng Bo looked at Kong Kong and asked Kiyo: "When will Hongsha come back?"

Yan Hongsha went back to Kunming to deal with the family's bad debts. Two days ago, she called Kiyo crying and complained that she couldn't understand anything. She would sign whatever she was asked to sign, and she didn't want the house anymore. Not a single brick was taken away. "

Kiyo replied: "It's just two days. It is said that the mortgage of the house and furniture is not enough. Fortunately, those people still have friendship with her grandfather, so let's forget about the little things."

"Are you going to live in Lijiang in the future?"

"She wants to come, but she doesn't have many friends in Kunming. Aunt Hong has been tidying up the room for the past two days. Hongsha will stay with us when she comes."

Bo Zheng breathed a sigh of relief: "The relationship is good, I have an extra labor force."

Kiyo asked him: "Where is Luo Ren, how is he doing?"

Zheng Bo glared at her: "You hypocritical little girl, don't pretend, what's wrong with him, don't you know?"

Kiyo pursed his lips and smiled.

The second day after Luo Ren returned to Lijiang, he left with Pin Ting and went to the psychological clinic opened by Dr. He Ruihua.

There are calls every day, so Kiyo knows best what is going on with him.

What's more, when chatting with He Ruihua occasionally, He Ruihua would also talk about Ping Ting.

Said: "Actually, I can't say it's serious, it's just the excessive fright caused by the stimulation event. So for the time being, drug therapy and physical therapy are the main ones. In the future, I want to try... a more partial way, such as... Scene heavy Now."

Kiyo said: "Luo Ren disagrees."

He Ruihua sighed: "Yeah, even I was worried that it would be self-defeating, and it would be bad if it got worse. It would be great if she could communicate with me rationally with a clear consciousness like you."

The topic turned to her: "I also talked to Luo Ren about you, and asked him if he thinks you are different."

"What did he say?"

"He said he could feel the change, but he felt it was all reasonable."

Kiyo did not speak.

He Ruihua said: "Everyone will be amazed that a house is built overnight on the open space in front of the gate. But if the foundation is laid, the walls are laid, the beams are erected, and the roof is sealed, all these things happen step by step before their eyes. It’s no surprise—isn’t this what we want?”

***

After noon, Mu Dai asked Uncle Zheng for the key, took Cao Yanhua and 13,000 to Luo Ren's house, first emptied the room where the fierce slips were kept, and temporarily moved all the things to Luo Ren's bedroom. Including that fish tank.

When moving the tank, Cao Yanhua and Yiwansan didn't dare to breathe. The slightly rippling water saw the four fierce slips up and down. Ten Wan asked Cao Yanhua: "Do you think the words on the fierce slips are brighter?" ?”

Cao Yanhua replied: "Four out of seven have been caught, so I'm in a hurry."

…

At about two o'clock, the masons who had been appointed in advance drove over, and the back of the car was full of red bricks and cement.

Kiyo led the foreman into the room, showed him the location marked with a marker pen in advance, and asked to build a wall here, but leave a 1-meter-square window at the side of the wall.

This is Luo Renqian's previous suggestion. Separate the house into a dark room to store the sinister slips, and cover the entrance with a drawing board or something else. From the perspective of outsiders, they may only think that the room is too small, and they will not think of it. Such an old house will have mystery.

The project was not a big one, so the foreman and his two men started working quickly.

Kiyo stayed in the house as a supervisor, but in fact it was of little significance. Instead, it hindered others from doing business. When he was moving around in a panic, Cao Yanhua poked his head in from the outside: "Little master, did you see the magic stick?" Have you posted anything in the group?"