Chapter 199: Ghost Pushing the Mill

Chapter 199: Ghost Pushing the Mill

Chapter 199: Ghost Pushing the Mill

It was quite common in that era for gods to deliver children. The gods would carry a sedan chair to take the woman who wanted a child to a temple and keep her there overnight.

Sometimes it doesn’t work overnight, you need to leave it on for a few more nights, and then you will successfully get pregnant.

As for what happened in between, don’t ask. The only answer is that the gods gave birth to a child.

"I'm going to find Aunt Sugarcane."

Uncle Jiu hurriedly ended the “video call”.

Tan Wenjie picked up the spoon and served himself a bowl of soup, then stood up and served Bai Rourou some soup.

Seeing that she was staring at him, he asked, "What's wrong?"

"You really don't think there might be any accidents?"

"If there really is a problem, he will not hesitate to ask for help when necessary."

For the sake of his two apprentices, Uncle Jiu can seek help from everywhere, and for the white moonlight in his heart, Uncle Jiu will definitely not care about the so-called face. It is not impossible for him to even sacrifice his masculinity to get the help of Zhe Gu.

"Hiss, I guess I really helped Zhegu this time."

For a while, Uncle Jiu didn't contact Tan Wenjie again. It was true that everyone called each other uncle and nephew, but no one was anyone else's babysitter. They shared the burden when they couldn't handle it, but they didn't like to trouble others with problems that they could solve themselves.

But one day, Tan Wenjie unexpectedly received a "video call" request from Zhe Gu, holding a toothpick in his mouth, looking very happy.

This old baby chicken of Uncle Jiu should have been eaten by Aunt Zhe.

Tan Wenjie did not ask for details, but when she heard Tan Wenjie say that he wanted to see the evil babies that had been aborted, Zhe Gu nodded and said she could watch as long as he wanted.

It is said that some evil babies even know some very strange ghost magic, such as red and white collision? Tan Wenjie has many ghosts under his command, including zombies that can perform magic, and they can all learn.

He doesn't necessarily have to go to the battlefield himself. After training up some ghosts that are truly capable of fighting, he can just sit back and wait.

morning,

After practicing boxing and worshiping the gods, Tan Wenjie took Bai Rourou and Jingjing to Zhu's house.

His second great uncle was dying, but he wasn't sad at all.

For those monks who have power and connections, death is just a change of place to continue living, which is equivalent to moving. They can do a job in the underworld and come back when they have nothing to do. Even if they report it in their dreams, no judge will care.

The key is to seize the time and get some good things while my second uncle is still alive.

The carriage moved slowly forward. People on the roadside would immediately make way when they saw it, and would even bow and greet it regardless of whether the people in the carriage heard it or not.

On the roadside, watching the carriage go away.

Mao Shanming, who had just arrived from another place, raised his hand and pulled the passerby beside him: "Brother, who is the person in that carriage?"

"Boss Tan."

"Boss Tan?" Mao Shanming reacted, "Are you rich?"

“It’s not about whether or not you have money.”

Passerby A raised his right hand and casually pointed at the shops on two streets: "That one, that one, and that one. Do you see those six shops?"

"Hiss, all six shops belong to him?" Mao Shanming was surprised, "He is so rich!"

Passerby A shook his head: "Except for these six shops, all the other shops on the entire street belong to him."

Mao Shanming's eyes widened as if he was worried that a bear would go sawing a tree.

I am being one-sided!

After asking a few more questions, Mao Shanming's eyes were suddenly opened.

He had seen many rich people, but he had never seen someone as deeply rooted in the local area as Tan Wenjie.

I dare not think about it too much. Eating, drinking, defecating and urinating cannot be avoided by the Tan family. Police and public security are closely related to him. Although the Tan family does not enslave anyone, whether you work with him or not, you have to eat from him.

To achieve all this, one must be rich and unkind.

Thinking of this, Mao Shanming patted his oil-paper umbrella with joy and whispered, "Dabao and Xiaobao, it's time for us to get rich."

The Tan Mansion is easy to find. It is the most imposing, wealthy and largest one. The plaque on the door says "Tan Mansion". It has a main door, a side door, and servants patrolling.

Mao Shanming decided to go make money after dark.

Now, he would ask around to see if there were any colleagues in the same field.

The famous colleagues seemed to have disappeared in the area of ​​dozens of miles around Tanjia Town and other nearby towns.

It is said that they still existed in the past, but now they have all moved away to make a living in other places. It is really strange.

The only sect left was called Zixia Temple. I had never heard of Maoshan Ming, and it looked like the Minmaoye Sect.

It is said that the leader is a little girl, the reincarnation of a deity. Recently, she has been very popular and often takes on jobs of helping people catch ghosts and exorcise demons. She is deeply trusted by the people.

If it’s fake, it must be fake!

"I didn't expect that I didn't meet fellow Taoists who knew magic, but I actually met colleagues who cheated and deceived people." Mao Shanming sighed, "And the age of those who cheat is getting younger and younger. At most, I pretended to be a ghost catcher, but there are people who pretended to be the reincarnation of gods."

It's very competitive in any profession. For example, a wandering Taoist priest not only needs to have some real skills, but also needs to be able to tell stories. The competition is really fierce.

But considering that Tanjia Town is such a large market and has no competitors, Mao Shanming has no intention of letting it go.

Maybe he can earn enough money to support himself for the rest of his life. Unlike the little girl who pretends to be the reincarnation of a god, he really has some skills.

Not much, just two times.

enough.

After finally waiting until dark, Mao Shanming avoided the patrolling servants of the Tan Mansion, walked behind a wall, and quietly opened his oil-paper umbrella.

Two ghostly figures, one big and one small, appeared.

"Uncle Ming."

"Uncle Ming, I'm so hungry."

Mao Shanming pointed behind him and said, "This is a very rich family. Whether we can have the chicken legs depends on you. Dabao and Xiaobao, make a scene when you go in!"

Dabao and Xiaobao were very skilled in their job. They let out an "Oh" and then climbed over the wall and flew into the yard.

When they came down, they saw a maidservant carrying a bag of grains with difficulty walking forward. They planned to go over to scare her and let her "encounter a ghost", and then Mao Shanming would take action to catch the ghost and exorcise the monster.

A figure came over and bent down to help her carry the bag.

"Xiao Yu, are you still feeding the chickens so late?"

"Thank you, Brother Bin."

"The chickens in the chicken coop have been eating a lot lately. If you're not careful they'll eat it all up."

Raising chickens is not easy at all. After Mr. Tan increased the number of chickens, Xiaoyu was responsible for dozens or even hundreds of chickens alone, including checking the eggs, cleaning the chicken manure, etc.

However, her job also has its advantages. She has a lot of time to rest because she can manage the five big roosters that the master values ​​the most in an orderly manner, which saves her a lot of worry.

These five chickens are all very smart, especially the biggest one, which is very human-like. As long as you have a good relationship with it, you don’t have to worry about the other chickens being disobedient.

Moreover, every chicken is very healthy and rarely gets sick.

"You can carry them one pot at a time, you don't have to carry a whole bag."

"I was a little anxious just now."

Abin helped Xiaoyu pour the food, and sighed in his heart that he was worthy of being called Tan Baiwan, even using food to feed chickens.

The chickens gathered around.

"That chicken is really big." Abin exclaimed.

"Cock-a-doodle-doo!" The big rooster suddenly spread its wings. The bare wings without much hair did not look funny at all. Instead, it made Abin feel as if he was being stared at by a bird of prey.

He stepped back subconsciously, as if something hit him on the head, and his legs went limp and he fell to the ground.

When I turned around and looked forward, I saw a big rooster spreading its wings and swooping towards me.

"what!!"

Abin screamed in fear.

The big rooster spread its wings and flew over his head, followed by the remaining four roosters.

"Oh no!" The little fish was anxious, "The big rooster ran away!"

"What's going on?" Abin was still confused.

The little fish rushed out to chase the big rooster, but the big rooster seemed to have seen some prey, spread its wings and glided, and after landing, it ran faster than human legs.

The entire Tan Mansion was in chaos.

Outside the Tan residence, Mao Shanming had quietly changed into a Taoist robe and came out with a peach wood sword in hand.

He heard the commotion inside.

"Dabao and Xiaobao were just average at mischief before, but I didn't expect them to be so good this time. I could even say there's a murderous ghost in there!" He was quite surprised, and became more and more certain that he would make a fortune this time.

Mao Shanming approached the gate of Tan's house, cleared his throat and said to the servant guarding the gate: "I am a Taoist priest who is good at catching ghosts, Mao Shanming! Your house is haunted, why don't you send someone who can take care of it quickly."

The servants looked at Mao Shanming in surprise. There was indeed a lot of commotion in the Tan Mansion. Someone went in to ask some questions and someone else came out soon.

"It's not haunted, it's just my chicken that suddenly ran out."

"Chicken?" Mao Shanming paused, then clapped his hands, "That's right, there must be a ghost catching the chicken."

"Ah?" The servant asked in confusion.

Don’t say there are no ghosts. Even if there are ghosts, their master is a Taoist priest, and the "immortals" of Zixia Temple, and their wives, all have real abilities.

To ghosts, the Tan Mansion is like a den of tigers and wolves; anyone who enters will die.

"If you don't invite me in quickly, your family will be ruined!"

Two familiar figures, one big and one small, flew over.

"Uncle Ming, help!"

"Help!"

Mao Shanming was stunned. Why was the situation a little different from what he had imagined?

There are indeed ghosts and chickens.

The only difference is that it’s not a ghost catching a chicken, but two ghosts being chased by the chicken.

Mao Shanming watched the two ghosts being trampled to the ground by the big rooster's claws. Dabao stretched out his arm and tried to grab the big rooster, but seemed to have touched something hot, and he screamed and retracted his hand.

Xiaobao was not injured because he did not resist.

The big rooster was not in a hurry to eat the ghost. Instead, it seemed like it had found something interesting and was pecking at it for fun.

Five chickens pecked here and there, and two ghosts twisted on the ground with their heads in their hands.

"Dabao! Xiaobao!"

Mao Shanming gritted his teeth, pulled out the peach wood sword and rushed in, and then there was one more target to be pecked by the big rooster.

……

"You still have some good stuff in your hands. If you keep them, you will just take them into your coffin." Tan Wenjie flipped through the book in his hand, feeling very satisfied.

Some medicinal recipes, as well as methods of making magical instruments, such as peach wood swords, Bagua mirrors, lotus lamps, etc.

It is basic knowledge indeed, but when verified with the method of making the Wind and Thunder Flag he got from Shi Jian, it might be able to increase the upper limit of thunder pattern engraving.

The more he studied it, the more he felt that Thunder Pattern was a good thing.

Jingjing on the side couldn't help but look at Tan Wenjie twice more.

It was the first time she had seen someone ask when his master died, and Tan Wenjie's master was also unreliable. He actually talked about burning paper figures, what types he liked, and ordered what dishes to use for post-mortem worship.

It felt like they were not discussing a matter of life or death, but rather a discussion about a neighbor moving away, and the neighbor could come back often.

"What's wrong?" Tan Wenjie asked, looking at the messy door.

"This Taoist priest said that our Tan Mansion was haunted, and then he rushed in to fight with the big rooster. Then it turned out like this, and we didn't dare to stop him."

The big rooster raised by Mr. Tan is extraordinary. They usually take good care of it and dare not hurt it at will.

Even if you want to fight, you can't. The big roosters are like birds of prey, with sharp beaks and claws, and you can't afford to provoke them.

Mao Shanming, wearing a tattered Taoist robe, was lying on the ground with his butt sticking up, and five big roosters surrounded him in a majestic manner.

There were also two ghosts, one big and one small, huddled under Mao Shanming, and they were almost scared to death.

He saw what was going on at a glance.

"My fellow Taoist, what should I call you?"

……

"Mao Shan Ming."

"male."

"48 is old."

"The big one is called Dabao, and the small one is called Xiaobao."

Mao Shanming shrank his neck. He knew that he was in trouble. The person he met was not a local snake, but a local dragon.

When I heard the name Tan Wenjie before, I didn’t have any thoughts. After all, the rumor in the spiritual world is “Tan Wenjie with infinite power”, not “Tan Wenjie who is extremely wealthy”. Names like Wenjie and Wencai have long been popular, and there are many people with the same name.

I had really bad luck. I met the real Tan Wenjie and even went to his house to cheat him.

"Thank you for showing mercy, fellow Taoist." Mao Shanming bowed.

If Tan Wenjie hadn't shown mercy, Dabao and Xiaobao would have been tortured half to death by the big rooster before being eaten.

Even the chickens he raised at home could catch ghosts. He felt that the spiritual world's evaluation of Tan Wenjie was too one-sided. His immense strength was definitely the least remarkable thing about him.

The information should be updated.

"As the saying goes, there is no acquaintance without fighting." Tan Wenjie looked at Dabao and Xiaobao who were trembling and hiding behind Mao Shanming.

Mao Shanming's abilities are very average. He is greedy for money and lustful, and has a timid character. He is not a good person, but he is a man of the world who has a bottom line.

The two ghosts, Dabao and Xiaobao, are loyal and righteous, work diligently and conscientiously, and are well-behaved and obedient.

I have to admit that Mr. Tan has started to think again.

"Stay for a quick meal."

"Why is this so embarrassing?"

"You're welcome, don't be polite, it's fate that we met."

"Oh well."

"Are you really going to keep wandering like this? Let me be frank. You're going to be hungry one day and full the next. Your life won't be very good, fellow Taoist."

"Alas, my skills are mediocre, and I can only rely on this ability to make a living."

"I have a job. You can stay and try it out. The probation period is one month. If you think it's suitable, I can keep you employed. If you or I think it's not suitable, you can terminate it at any time. Food and drink are all included. I can give you 1 yuan this month."

"How many?!"

"30 a month, that's 360 a year, hiss." Mao Shanming widened his eyes and looked at Tan Wenjie as if he was looking at a tree waiting to be cut down.

To send ah!
Tan Wenjie only said that he would give 1 yuan for a one-month trial period. Whether it is worth the price in the future, whether it will increase or decrease, depends on the results.

Three days later, Mao Shanming, holding an oil-paper umbrella, looked at the huge creature that was transported from afar.

"what is this?"

"dynamo."

Tan Wenjie pointed to the millstone crank that Zhuge Kongping had specially modified based on his suggestion: "As long as you push this, you can generate electricity, and then the electricity will be stored to supply the operation of the Tan Mansion."

"You just need to let Dabao and Xiaobao run the generator every day to maintain power consumption. Although the work is a bit monotonous, it is very easy."

Mao Shanming: "Ghost pushing the mill?"

(End of this chapter)