Chinese Almanac Master

Xiao Nanzhu walked quickly in the corridor of his house, his expression was a little hurried, he seemed to be running all the way back.Just after he separated from Zhang Chi, he quickly started to rush home, and at this moment, only what Zhang Chi had just said to him was echoing in his mind.

"Master Li, you picked up a hot potato this time. Tai Sui was very valuable a few years ago. I don't know how many rich people stared at it and hoped to get it. I have a buddy who does business in the provincial capital. It is said that the deaths of Mayor Li's daughter and wife are very strange, maybe it was caused by Tai Sui or something else... So I am telling you this now, just to let you be careful, Mayor Li is looking for you Many people know about helping, in case someone who is not afraid of death finds you at home..."

Zhang Chi said this with an obscure expression, Xiao Nanzhu frowned and nodded as if he heard it.He also understands the special value of Tai Sui in the eyes of ordinary people, and he has no idea whether this ancient folk remedy is useful or not. What he only knows so far is that Tai Sui is not so much a panacea that can make people live forever, but a natural medicine. A source of disaster that can attract all kinds of evil spirits.

After all, in just a few days, his family has been harassed by all kinds of evil spirits because of the existence of Tai Sui. If it weren't for the god of calendar watching at home every day, there might be some troubles, but thinking of this, Xiao Nanzhu, who knew in his heart that he wanted to avoid not only evil spirits but also ordinary people, nodded calmly, and then hurried back to his home.

When I got home, I saw that I was playing origami ingots at home during the Ching Ming Festival. Tai Sui stayed in the bathtub and didn’t make any big troubles. Seeing this, Xiao Nanzhu was taken aback for a moment, and then felt a little nervous , but he couldn't get rid of the fact that he was inevitably vigilant because of his past experience, and after he lit a cigarette for himself, he threw the lock in his pocket and the bag on the coffee table, and then looked He was so tired that he slumped on the sofa and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Why did you procrastinate like this, didn't you eat, Qingming?"

Frowning, he glanced at the ground where the ashes hadn't been mopped up, Xiao Nanzhu muttered in his mouth, making Qingming Festival's complexion not very good.Seeing him pursing his lips and not speaking, Xiao Nanzhu, who knew that he had always been petty and couldn't stand criticism, didn't criticize him anymore, he just took out his phone, lay back on the sofa, opened Weibo, and continued lazily,

"Speaking of which, I saw a joke on Weibo today, saying that Tomb-sweeping Day is the worst festival, because there are people saying happy holidays on other festivals, but Qingming can't be said..."

"Who made up this bastard joke!!"

Angrily, he slapped down the table fiercely, Xiao Nanzhu laughed with his nose crooked in anger, and when he saw him rushing over to grab the phone from him, Xiao Nanzhu turned the phone away. After receiving it, he said angrily,

"What are you grabbing? Sit down and sit down. People are right. How happy are you in this kind of life? I think we should create a way of wishing for you, and festivals like the Ghost Festival. Let’s call it Ching Ming Festival mourning, how does it sound? How about I promote it on Weibo, forward the topic with #清明节节悲# and then hold a lottery, the prize is the paper money folded by myself on Qingming Festival..."

"Don't!! Don't!!! I don't want to!!(╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻"

Listening to Xiao Nanzhu's words getting more and more outrageous, Qingming Festival is almost about to turn his face, teasing him for a while, Xiao Nanzhu, who is satisfied, puts away his mobile phone as soon as he sees it. I'm just kidding, don't Don't worry, look bad.

This situation naturally made Qingming stare at him fiercely, and silently despised the indiscreet words and deeds of the third-rate calendar master in his heart, and after collecting the basket of paper money under his feet, Qingming snorted Hummingly stared at Xiao Nanzhu, and then took out a dozen paper money from his cuff.

At the moment he is folding a dozen of yellow paper, which can be regarded as one of the few crafts he has mastered, because it is a day for sacrifices, so the Ching Ming Festival has mastered various ways of origami money, and there are many tricks, but this Ingots and the like are usually folded and burned for the dead, and it seems strange to fold them neatly during the Ching Ming Festival. Seeing this situation, Xiao Nanzhu looked at the pile of origami he had already folded, and then picked Frowning with some surprise, he said,

"You have been doing this at home all morning? Who is this for? Oh, is this a thousand paper cranes? Why are you folding thousand paper cranes out of yellow paper, Mr. Qingming?"

"It's...it's none of your business!!!"

He replied impatiently, Ching Ming Festival obviously didn't want to talk to Xiao Nanzhu, so he looked very uncooperative with a stinky face.But his fierce mouth and unconsciously reddened ears betrayed him, and Xiao Nanzhu, who had a panoramic view of all this, smiled and said,

"Keep it a secret. This thousand paper cranes are given away as soon as they are seen. Who do you fancy? Grain Rain? Lixia? Grass of Grass? It can't be the vernal equinox, how old is she..."

"No! Don't guess!"

Blushing and yelling at Xiao Nanzhu, Qingming is really a little annoyed at the moment, and it can be seen from this slightly groggy expression, after all, he asks himself to be upright, isn't he like Xiao Nanzhu thinking about love all day long , so immediately he threw the paper crane folded with paper money into the small basket.

After he met Han Shi last night, Han Shi taught him a lesson again without saying a few words.Although New Year's Eve would often use this kind of words to teach him, but compared to New Year's Eve, Qingming always felt that Han Shi's attitude made him more annoyed, but he couldn't see Han Shi's distraught look, and his words He also couldn't figure it out.

"What you said on New Year's Eve is right... You really have been there for hundreds of years, and you haven't made any progress."

This sounded very inexplicable, Ching Ming Festival didn't understand what cold food meant, but when he saw his frosty temples, he suddenly lost his voice.He could feel the disappointment in Han Shi's tone, and today he finally finished the housework that Xiao Nanzhu gave him, and started to use these paper money to make origami cranes on Qingming Festival.

Speaking of which, Hanshi taught him this thing. In the past, when he was not as powerful as he is now, he would often be tossed about by some slightly more powerful evil spirits.At that time, he was still a teenager, and when he was angry, he would only cry with red eyes and nose for a while, and the cold statue-like Lord Hanshi would fold a paper crane for him every time.

Because there is no other paper on hand, Hanshi can only be folded with paper money for sacrifices.While Qingming was crying, he folded it, and put it in his palm after folding it.Lord Hanshi's white hair hangs down on his knees, and his handsome face is also alienated. Qingming often stops crying when he looks at it, and at this time, Hanshi will use an inexplicable soft tone to him Say something.

"Qingming, don't be afraid."

Thinking like this, Qingming also woke up from the long memory, and he folded a small basket by himself in a short time.He actually didn't know why he folded these origami cranes, but thinking of the past, he still couldn't help doing it, and after hearing him complain a lot, Xiao Nanzhu was taken aback for a moment, then looked down. After staring at those paper cranes, it took a while to show a somewhat understanding expression.

"Oh, Han Shi likes you?"

"...What nonsense are you talking about! I have nothing to do with him!"

The voice suddenly became sharper, Qingming squeezed the yellow paper in his hand and his face changed. He was not dull, but he was blind because he was often emotionally affected by too much cold food.But no matter how clever he was, he couldn't resist Xiao Nanzhu's direct words. On the contrary, Xiao Nanzhu smiled calmly after being yelled at by Qingming, then squinted his eyes like an old god and said,

"Hey, hey, didn't you say what you have? Why are you excited? But let's make a bet. You go back and have a word with Hanshi and see how he answers. Then we will see who is right and who is right. Wrong...how?"

"What?"

He frowned when he heard Xiao Nanzhu's words, and Qingming, who had an intuition that he must have no good idea, looked at him suspiciously, his eyes were full of vigilance, but Xiao Nanzhu smiled easily and continued to mean open the mouth deeply

"Just tell him, Han Shi, I seem to like Li Shi, Li Shi is too handsome and unrestrained, I can't even like him, do you think we are compatible (>^ω^<)?"

Qingming: "..."