Several people bought makeup and powder, and as soon as they stepped out of the shop, Shouyuan suddenly said "eh", his eyes fell on a small stall on the street, and he walked straight over.
There are dozens of Gourds of various sizes on the stall, some with green leather, some with yellow leather, some with paint, and all in different shapes.
Old Daoist squatted down to pick and choose. After choosing for a long time, he finally picked a yellow leather Gourd. He weighed it and murmured in a low voice:
"This is good. It has a small mouth but a big belly. How much does it cost?"
"Chenghui, forty articles."
Shouyuan pretended to touch his sleeves, but naturally found nothing, so he coughed dryly and turned to look at Shen Hui.
Shen Hui sighed, took out the copper plate and handed it to the stall owner.
Shouyuan was weighing Gourd with satisfaction. Suddenly he remembered something and handed Gourd forward:
"Paint it red for the poor man."
The stall owner was an honest old man. He rubbed his hands and said:
"My lord, vermilion paint is rare. Painting requires extra money. And just painting the outside as well as the inside is not the same price. In addition, you have to wait a few days for the paint to be applied."
Shouyuan suddenly became unhappy:
"Pindao buys your Gourd. Do you need to pay extra for painting it?"
"Daoist priest, what I use is lacquer. It's an authentic product. If you don't charge me, you'll lose money..."
Shouyuan immediately frowned, Yi Laosai Old Daoist:
"I am willing to buy your Gourd. That is your blessing. Why are you losing money? What are you losing? Are you feeling guilty?"
The stall owner saw several people standing behind him. The men were handsome and the women were not handsome, and their demeanor was not that of ordinary people. He felt fear in his heart. He gritted his teeth and prepared to admit it.
At this moment, Shen Hui couldn't stand it any longer, so he took a step forward and held down Shouyuan's arm:
"Senior, stop arguing."
He took Gourd and turned it around in his palm.
The surface of Gourd flashes red light, and in the blink of an eye it turns red all over. The paint surface is even and looks shiny.
"Are you still satisfied?"
Shen Hui said and handed Gourd back.
Shouyuan snorted, took it over and looked at it twice, and while the stall owner was stunned, he reached out and pulled a hemp rope from the stall.
He tied the hemp rope around Gourd's waist, hung it around his waist, and then left with satisfaction.
Lu Huan stood aside and looked at it for a long time, and finally bought the smallest Gourd. I paid for it myself and hung it around my waist like the others.
After walking around for a while, the sun turned to the west.
The group of people entered an inn at the end of the street and sat down at a large table by the window.
There is a wooden water sign hanging on the wall, with dozens of dishes densely written on it.
Everyone called the waiter, and he raised his neck to look at the water sign, and then he kept talking, as if he was walking into the city with mud legs:
"Jar meat--what is jar meat?"
"Why do you care so much about him? Give me a jar!"
"Okay, a jar of meat!"
"What is this golden thing?"
"Don't care what it is! Get one too!"
"Okay, a plate of golden dumplings!"
"This Yu Shuangjian is..."
"Come on one!"
"Sanpisi..."
"Come on one!"
"Come on one!"
"Golden Line Oil Tower..."
"Come on..."
In the end, the waiter smiled apologetically and advised:
"Guests, did we order a little too much..."
Only then did everyone give up.
The waiter stood at the table and told the names of the dishes. Finally he came to his senses and stopped pinching his fingers. He pointed at the water sign and said:
"Guests, do we want everything except peanuts?"
"That's right!"
"No, let's get some peanuts too."
The waiter was stunned when he heard this, and then put the towel on his shoulders:
"Okay, I'll go to the stove and report. You guys sit down for a moment!"
Shouyuan quickly waved his hand:
"Wait a minute, what kind of wine do you have?"
"Back to the old man, there is sorghum cooking, rice wine, and home-made plum wine."
"Two bottles of plum wine first."
Old Daoist paused and added, "Warm it up."
"Okay!"
The waiter turned around and ran away quickly, the white towel swinging around his shoulders.
The dishes came out one after another, and two large tables were filled.
While it was busy, a man came in from the door of the inn. He looked to be in his forties, with a round face and a slightly chubby face. He was wearing a brown silk shirt and two gold rings on his fingers. He wiped his sweat with a handkerchief before entering.
He glanced around the hall, and his eyes fell on Shen Hui. He was startled for a moment, and then walked over quickly with a smile on his face. Before he reached the table, he raised his hand:
"Daoist Shen! It's really you!"
Shen Hui looked up and recognized it.
It was the Squire Wang who had a wife and concubines, and eight wives died in total.
"Squire Wang, you're fine."
Shen Hui also said hello.
Squire Wang was so enthusiastic that he turned around and shouted at the counter:
"Waiter, this table will be charged to my account!"
As he spoke, he moved a chair and sat down at the table, thanking him for saving his life:
"Daoist Priest, since you left, I have been talking about your kindness every day!"
"If you hadn't taken action, the dozens of people in my house and Great Peace County people would have suffered a lot!"
Shen Hui waved his hand and said lightly:
"It's just a matter of effort. It's a matter of one's job. Outsiders don't have to worry about it."
"Hey, that's what the Daoist Master said! It's just a small effort for you, but it's a great kindness to us!"
Squire Wang turned to the waiter and shouted:
"Add two more dishes!"
Shen Hui stretched out his hand to stop. "That's enough, there's no need to add more."
"Hey, it doesn't take much trouble to add another dish."
Squire Wang sat down with a smile, picked up the tea bowl on the table next to him and took a sip, then looked at the other people on the table:
"These are--"
"Same path, same discipline."
Squire Wang heard this and cupped their hands one by one.
The rest of the people were okay, they all put down their chopsticks and returned the gift.
Only Shouyuan, who was chewing a piece of beef tendon, only raised his chin vaguely as a return gesture.
After the pleasantries were finished, Shen Hui asked casually:
"Great Peace County Is it peaceful these days?"
"It's peaceful, it's peaceful!"
Squire Wang nodded repeatedly:
"It's time to do business, go to market, go to market, nothing happened again."
When he said this, the smile on his face disappeared, his mouth moved, but he didn't say anything further.
Shen Hui glanced at him and frowned slightly:
"If you have anything to say, you might as well say it directly."
Squire Wang hesitated for a moment, moved the chair forward, and lowered his voice:
"Actually, it's not a big deal. It's just that something strange happened at Mass Grave a few days ago."
"Something weird... what weird thing?"
"Hey, in the middle of July, I asked my servants to burn paper on the graves of several concubines. I also burned some for that servant..."
Shen Hui After hearing this, an idea suddenly popped into his mind. It flashed like lightning, but he couldn't catch it, so he had to continue listening.
Squire Wang continued:
"It's the male servant who is pregnant. What's his last name? Oh, I forgot. Anyway, I just thought he was pitiful, so I asked my servants to burn two knives of paper."
He paused, dipped his finger in tea and drew a circle on the table:
"Unexpectedly, the people who visited the grave came back and said that the grave had been dug up."
Shen Hui The chopsticks in his hand stopped.
Squire Wang is still chattering:
"I heard that the skeleton is still there, but the belly part is badly rotten. I thought it might have been dug up by wild dogs. Maybe they were very hungry?"
Shen Hui didn't answer, his mind was spinning rapidly.
After getting the directory from the county magistrate, I went through all the women around Great Peace County who were parasitized by Sinful Lotus one by one, and then checked several times to make sure there were no omissions before leaving.
But it seems he still missed one.
It was the male servant who was tortured to death after being pregnant.
When the other party dies, will Sinful Lotus also become "stillborn"?
Probably not...
He closed his eyes and secretly cursed himself for being careless.
"Daoist Priest?"
Squire Wang saw that his expression was wrong and asked cautiously:
"What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"
"It's okay."
Shen Hui opened his eyes and spoke calmly:
"Excuse me, where is Mass Grave?"
"Five miles west of the city, after passing Stone Bridge, turn north and find yourself on a barren slope."
Shen Hui Stand up.
The table was filled with dishes, and everyone was eating and staring at him.
"You guys eat first."
He said, "I'll go take a look."