Cangzhou monster story

In the blink of an eye, it is the end of the new year, and the city of Cangzhou is full of joy.A Ling was wearing a light red jacket with fur trim, her face was red from the cold, she squeezed a food box in the crowd and looked around.

On the right, the pancakes from Mrs. Wang's house were sprinkled with cooked white sesame seeds. She swallowed several saliva because of the aroma. On the left, the lantern made by Uncle Qiu was lifelike, and the rabbit's ears could still move, which attracted a circle of children to rush for it.

Zhao Xiucai, who wrote the couplets in the front, has good handwriting. The couplets on the red background are full of auspicious words, and you have to queue up to buy a pair of couplets.

Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, and the last market before the year was so lively that it was dazzling.

After finally buying enough things, I was relieved to walk a little further away from the crowd.Looking up, it was Wanhua Building.

In order to welcome the new year, Wanhualou is also decorated with lanterns and festoons, and the ribbons of red flowers and green leaves are replaced with red brocades on weekdays, which is even more festive against the originally painted red walls of Wanhualou.

A Ling put down the things in her hands and took a breath, the window on the second floor of the Wanhua Building was propped up, and the emerald green hairpins were inserted into the cloud bun, staggeringly exposed, Miss Cuiwei greeted Ah softly Ling, "A Ling."

A Ling looked up and saw that it was her, she smiled and waved, "Miss Cuiwei."

"Why don't you see your Boss Meng? How can you carry so many things you bought?" Miss Cuiwei was full of concern.

It's fine if you don't say anything, but when she mentioned her boss, A Ling frowned.A month ago, she managed to chisel out the door in the backyard, thinking that she had completed the task, but who knew that the unscrupulous boss actually asked her to mix the sand and wipe the door neatly.

She put up with digging the wall with a hammer, and she was the one who plastered the wall... Well, girl, what should I do?

Cuiwei seemed to be amused by what she heard, and asked, "Then what did you do?"

"How can I do it? If I don't get the job of purchasing, Boss Meng found out with conscience that he is plastering the wall in the backyard by himself."

"Boss Meng is doing rough work?" Cuiwei asked in disbelief.

"Otherwise, how could I be so relaxed." A Ling shook her hand, panting for a few breaths.

Girl Cuiwei covered her handkerchief and laughed like a bell hanging under the eaves, "Tell Boss Meng that if you are free, come to Wanhualou to get together."

A Ling hurriedly raised her head and bowed, "Definitely, definitely."

After speaking, he chatted with her indiscriminately before returning to the store with his things.

Boss Meng usually looks like a loafer, but he is not sloppy in his work. In just half a day, the side of the newly opened door has been wiped smooth, and even the hole under his feet has been filled.

A Ling sized it up and was very satisfied, "Not bad, not bad." After finishing speaking, she stepped into the backyard of the hospital, "Doctor Zhang, come and take a look, we are a family now."

Xiao Jing was holding a red lantern and was hanging the lamp under the eaves. He climbed up the ladder and said, "Young master is in the front hall."

"It's the 29th of the first lunar month, and there are still patients?" A Ling asked in surprise.

"Illness doesn't pick a time."

"Isn't that miracle doctor going to see him on New Year's Eve?"

"It's like this every year." Xiaojing hung a place, got off the ladder, moved the ladder and said, "I have never closed the museum during the Chinese New Year."

"It seems that your boss is even scarier." A Ling suddenly felt that her boss was much cuter.

Just after thinking about it, someone from Meng pushed open the window of the attic and shouted towards the backyard: "A Ling, bring the wine!"

Well, not too cute.She thought again.

There was an endless stream of people coming to drink in the store. Boss Meng was wearing a long blue robe embroidered with dark green bamboos. Standing in front of the tavern, he looked like a tall and straight bamboo from a distance.

The door of the store was tightly covered by the luxuriant sacred tree. The sacred tree was surrounded by a fence, but the fence was tied with red strings for prayers, and a circle of tribute was placed outside the fence.

"This tree grows and grows like a willow tree." The drinker came out with the wine, stopped beside Boss Meng and said a few words with emotion.

"Bodhisattva bless you, you've come back to life after being dead for decades." Another guest bowed reverently and left with the wine he had beaten.

Boss Meng stretched his waist, raised his hand and grabbed a hanging willow branch, and said regretfully, "I was expecting you to pick up the golden fruit, but you didn't even have any flowers." After speaking, he shook his head and was about to enter the shop.

Someone behind him suddenly recited Amitabha, and then said respectfully, "Almsgiver, please stop."

He stopped and took a look, but he was a fat-headed monk, wearing a ginger-colored cassock, holding a purple sand and gold bowl in his hand. Seeing Boss Meng, he turned his head and put one hand on his chest and worshiped: "Bodhisattva bless you, look forward to seeing you." Donate some kindness."

"My small shop is run on a small budget. I don't have anything else. There are a lot of fine wines. Master, do you want some tasting?" Boss Meng smiled kindly.

The monk did not expect to meet such a blind man, but he still said in a good temper: "The benefactor is joking, monks are not allowed to drink alcohol."

"That's it, then I'm sorry." Boss Meng put his palms together on his chest and bowed, "The shop only has drinks."

The monk was not angry either, he lowered his eyes and nodded and said: "Blessed by the sacred tree in front of the almsgiver's shop, the business will be prosperous in the coming year."

"Master was joking, do Buddhist disciples also believe in this sacred tree?" Boss Meng played with his taste.

"The dead tree is in spring, isn't it the blessing of the Bodhisattva?" The monk looked at the people around the tree and said Amitabha again.

Boss Meng looked bored, so he ignored him, but Doctor Zhang, who was practicing medicine in the medical clinic next door, ran out, holding a few taels of silver in his hand, put it in the monk's bowl, and bowed earnestly with his palms together, "Master has worked hard."

The monk returned the salute before turning around and leaving.

Doctor Zhang watched the monk go away, and said to Boss Meng: "How can you be rude to Master, it's not easy for them to go down the mountain for alms at this time of year."

Boss Meng shook his emerald sleeves, with a calm face, "It's not easy for me to make a living, or..." His peach blossom eyes narrowed, and he said ambiguously, "You support me."

Doctor Zhang was speechless for a moment, and his face was flushed, "I won't tell you anymore." After speaking, he turned and entered the medical clinic, like an angry little daughter-in-law.

A Ling poured the last drinker's wine for him, just happened to see this scene, she shook her head and said, "Damn debt, evil debt."

Because the line in front of Zhao Xiucai's booth was too long today, A Ling didn't buy a couplet. In the evening, she specially cut out the red paper, prepared a pen and ink, and held it in front of her boss, "Please write the inscription."

Boss Meng cast a disgusted glance at A Ling, "Go find the cockroaches next door."

"Didn't you see that Hou Yi's aunt is still queuing up? How can Dr. Zhang have time to write such things." A Ling said dissatisfied.

"You mean that I'm busy?" Boss Meng raised his long eyebrows that slanted into his temples, his eyes were cold.

"Not idle, not idle." A Ling hurriedly shook her head, but it was clearly written on her face: You are the most idle.