The Legend of the Great Qingjiao Dong literati - The God of Smoke (VI) (novel series)

Text/Lin Shen

Smoker (VI)

"Rui Feng Xiang Silk Satin Zhuang" did not plan to operate cloth, and sure enough, the business was very profitable.

Returning to "Rui Fei Xiang", he calmly did not care about the operation, only a think tank. He came up with one or two brilliant plans for Wang Hai every three to five minutes, so that the business of "Rui FengXiang" was booming.

When there is nothing to do and nothing to do. Yan Fei did not go to listen to the play, two did not go to the prostitute, three did not go to the bend, four did not sit down to taste tea, and five did not read in thick ink. Just hiding in his study and spitting out smoke, the more vomiting, the more skilled he became. Later, he tried to spit on the wall again. After a few puffs of smoke, the "Six Juntu" with thick smoke like splashing ink appeared on the wall. Because the smoke looked tangible, the "Six Juntu" was three-dimensional, as if it were carved.

Flutter --

He spat another puff of smoke at the wall on this side, and immediately Daisan was heavy.

Yan Fei was very proud: Hey hey, which master's handiwork is this? No faction can do this!

Yan Fei's study was in Wang Hai's back garden. Wang Hai often came to ask for advice or chat. Coincidentally, wang hai came again at the time of his pride. Wang Shenghou couldn't help but be half stunned when he saw the "smoke painting" on this wall, and then sighed: Cough, unfortunately, this thing is too vain, and it is difficult to last long like a mirage. Even if it is magical, useless, and cannot be retained...

It was as if he had been struck by a stick, his face was suddenly pale, and he was half stunned and speechless.

When the "smoke paintings" were gone, Wang Hai said again: Words are not fair, and the arrears of "QingyunTang" have not come.

As if he hadn't heard it, he muttered as if he had just woken up in a dream: Too vain? Nothing worked? Can't keep it either?

Wang Hai smiled bitterly: "You are almost going to fly in smoke!"

I couldn't help but smile bitterly. He put away his cigarette bag and asked: What do you say?

Wang Hai said loudly: I said that "Qingyuntang" owes money and did not come!

Yan Fei asked: Is it Ning Hai that Wang Qingyun?

Who is not he?

I went for the money! Put a cigarette bag in it, put a big bag of tobacco, and that's it.

Heck, Wang Hai chased after you, don't you send someone to go with you?

Words are not the same as the head: Qingping World, half a hundred miles away, don't!

Ninghai is a county under the jurisdiction of Zhifu Province, sixty miles away from Zhifu Province. The "Qingyuntang" shop is in the county town street. Wang Qingyun, the shopkeeper, is a scholar after Sun Shan. Because he knows a little bit of medical taoism, he often gives people a prescription, and he is also famous in Ninghai.

"Qingyun hall" is a department store, always credited into the silk of "Rui Yu Xiang". Because the original treasurer was kind, Wang Hai was assured, so he did not urge him to repay the loan. Later, the original treasurer and the treasurer's wife both returned to the west with typhoid fever and threw the business to a concubine who looked like a flower. The woman was young and could not stand thirst, and without guarding the mouth of the bottle, she became pregnant. She searched three times and found Wang Qingyun. Wang Xianggong fell into her abdomen with a square and planted a piece of spring grass in her heart. Although Wang Qingyun was old, everyone was poor. But he has a talent and merit, and he is extremely capable of pitying Xiang Xiang and cherishing jade. When she gave birth, he boiled porridge and peeled eggs, thinly simmered, fried medicine and drowned, and snuggled and embraced infinite tenderness. Turning the woman into a piece of sugar cake, I could hardly wait for the confinement to stick to him.

After she was born, she married him with a trading shop. A good Wang Qingyun was transformed from a wild fanglang to a windy east. The store was changed to "Qingyun hall". Subsequently, he did not recognize the account of "Rui Feixiang": it was the account of the original treasurer, what did it have to do with me? He didn't see him, he was such a set of words.

He giggled and said: You have inherited the concubines of the original treasurer, is there any reason why the account will not be inherited?

Wang Qingyun's face was red, and Xu'er murmured a strong argument: I succeeded the concubine of the original treasurer, but I did not inherit his account!

Yan Fei still laughed and giggled: The original treasurer's belongings are always in the hands of his concubine your wife, right?

Wang Qingyun hesitated for a moment, not understanding why Yan Fei didn't say that he had married the concubine and cai of the original treasurer? He couldn't help but smile in his heart and said to Yan Fei: Then you go to her to ask for an account!

That's what you have to say. So he went to find the woman Wang Qingyun.

Although the woman was a concubine, she was very elegant. When the affair is done, come and paint. Her freshness with Wang Qingyun had passed, and Lai was bored and was smearing Danqing at home.

The treasurer asked me to come and negotiate with you. When he saw that the woman only said this, he watched her paint. As he watched, he exclaimed in his heart: This woman, despite her attributes, has done such a good job! Only then did he notice her: her tender water was like a sprouted shallot washed out of the water. She is delicate and soft like a toon bud that blooms in March. Let people see the thought of loving and pitying her. I was reluctant to even speak loudly to her. Looking at it, Yan Fei was almost shocked: there are such beautiful people in the world! He was shocked in his heart, but his mouth was calmly speaking: Madame turned out to be such a Danqing magic hand. He spoke out, but in his heart he smiled: Hey, you are not a thing! Behind the scenes, he scolded others as concubines, but in front of his face he honored others as wives. What a fucking disgusting home!

The woman looked up and saw that it was a gentleman, long, slender, elegant, green and bamboo-like. Others should be dashing in their prime. She couldn't help but smile brightly and delicately, and said: "Gentlemen have passed the prize, concubines have no teacher to paint themselves, a mess of crows, what Danqing magic hands!

Words are not eye-catching: Madame is really a good person to draw well!

Oops, my little brother also, tormented little sister! The woman pounced on it and slapped her face lightly, the little sister dared to bear the burden of painting well!

Yan Fei scolded in disgust in his heart: This is brother and sister, the wave is coming! On his face, he smiled and pulled with the woman, pinching her breasts and touching her buttocks, almost twisting into a twisted ball. If you have enough of this, go and come back tomorrow. After a few days, the woman almost cried when she saw Yan Fei, and she had to cry when she left Yan Fei. After a few more days, the woman did not let Wang Qingyun go to bed. Wang Qingyun panicked, and hurriedly wrapped up the money he owed to "Rui Fengxiang" and threw it into Yan Fei's arms: Please do not come to my house in the future!

Oh, heck, didn't you ask me to go to your wife and ask for a debt?

Such a debt, Wang Qingyun's eyes flashed a fierce light, cutting his teeth: You are really yin damage!

He laughed sarcastically. On the way back to Zhifu, he couldn't help but laugh out loud when he remembered it, proud of his unique job: fuck: others don't want to pay. Am I going to have an account that I can't say? I can also ask for the money that Yan Wangye owes to the little devil!

To get the account, the words are not proud, the hotel ate a few glasses of old wine. It was getting late, and he wanted to spend the night in Ninghai City and rush back early tomorrow morning. Thinking about it, it is a three-volt June day, and the daytime road is very hot and bitter, so it is better to rush back with a cold at night. On the sixteenth day, the moon is good. At the moment, the road is very peaceful. Think about it without any surprises. He took the black driver and smoked a large cigarette bag on the road.

After a few miles, the moon came up, and the ground was as bright as water, just on the way. He also smoked enough of his stomach and held it hard, and this hold came up. The whizzing under his feet quickened. Within three minutes, he rushed back to Zhifu. When I got home, I sprayed a long mouthful of smoke in my stomach all the way to the wall, and turned into a pair of "Zhang Sheng play warblers". Wang Qingyun's wife was a little warbler that shed alive! He tickled a flower in his heart, and couldn't help but hum a little song (but there was not a trace of smoke in his mouth):

Three volts in a good hot day

My sister slept on the street at night

Afraid of people peeping at the shy place

Oops --

Cover the abdomen with a banana fan

Oops my brother,

Don't move the fan

Afraid you'll see

Can't keep your true arhat...

He was singing this song out of the water when he suddenly heard a loud cry: Stop! He was startled and couldn't help but stand still. But I saw a big man carrying a hammer, and like a black bear, he pounced from the bushes beside the road to the middle of the road.

Unconsciously, he held up his cigarette bag: You, what are you going to do?

What to do? The big man sneered, do you think that a green hat can scare people, you can take away the silver of the white flowers?

Yan Fei was shocked: You were sent by Wang Qingyun?

The big man didn't agree, but just picked up the big hammer and pounced on it.

Yan Fei hurriedly escaped a few steps, and for a moment he broke into a cold sweat, and then resented that he should not walk at night. These thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning, and he suddenly had a chance to move. I trembled with excitement at the desperate plan I had come up with for a moment. He slapped his belly, let out a strange scream, and spewed out a giant ghost from the smoke that was holding in his belly.

The big man screamed and passed out in fright. When he woke up slowly, he only saw the moonlight everywhere, the stars fighting one day, and there was a giant ghost, and he had disappeared long ago. He thought about the scene of the first head, and a giant ghost jumped out of the flat ground like that! That word is not necessarily that there are stars in the sky and there are talismans. Hurt him... He thought about you from the scalp tingling, and screamed: "Rui Feng Xiang" big outer cabinet, absolutely very human!