Two pairs of beautiful eyes reflected on the large black urn.

The same long eyelashes, the same black and white eyeballs.

"Have you heard of it? The decoctions in this jar can cure all diseases, and even the prescriptions of imperial doctors in the palace are not as good as those of it."

"But what about heart disease? Can it... cure heart disease?"

***

Zhangtai.

A scorching sun hangs in the sky, bright and burning, so that everything in the world cannot be energized. Even the noisy summer cicada seemed to have lost its strength, hiding under the lush camphor leaves, only making several weak chirpings from time to time.

Mu Crouchi sat in the oil cloth shed under the camphor tree, holding a broken palm fan in his hand, waving towards the bamboo bed beside him, driving away the disturbing mosquitoes and flies. However, the people on the bed slept soundly because of this, and they smashed their mouths from time to time, and they didn't know what delicious food they dreamed of.

"Mu Lazi, you still have a stall on this hot day, and you are not afraid of the heat breaking Xiaowu." The grooms sitting at the tea stall next to him had just poured a few bowls of tea, and were now taking off their straw sandals. While happily picking their feet, they squinted their eyes and looked down at the shed.

Mu Cuteman glared at them listlessly and spit out the tobacco from his mouth onto the ground, "If you don't leave the stall, where can you get the money to buy food? Give it to you."

Hearing this, several grooms looked at each other and smiled, and then said, "You can owe you if you don't have money first. Not to mention that, just this tea stall, you have also bought a lot of copper coins from the shopkeeper, right? Then again, your grandfather and grandson have been here for half a month, but they can't wait for a business all day long. Now the weather is so hot, why bother to set up a shed here for nothing?"

The shopkeeper of the tea stall came up and laughed while adding tea, "It's not completely unbusy. Wang Xiucai from West Street has been here, saying that he dreamed of his mother who had been there for ten years and wanted Mu Cute to summon him. Guess what, this soul was not attracted, Mu Cute himself fell asleep first. The snoring sound shook the sky and the earth, and people on the street heard it."

Mu Crooked his shriveled lips twice to protest, "Who made your old wine in Zhangtai so sweet? I couldn't help but drink an extra bowl that day, but I got drunk."

Hearing this, the people in the tea stall laughed, and one of the grooms even pulled his shoes and walked under the banner stick next to the shed, reaching out to spread the small yellow flag on it, which seemed to be wilted.

Two big characters are painted on the wrinkled flag: Embroidered Spirit.

The bright white sunlight shone on the rough black words, reflecting a strange halo. The groom was stunned for a moment, then pointed to the banner and smiled, "Wen Zou Zou, what kind of embroidery spirit is written? You are a rough man, can you still thread needles and thread? Why not just change it to summoning souls, and this business may be better."

The others even agreed, "Mu Cuzi, if you know how to needle and thread, you should first repair the torn jacket on your body. It is not embarrassing to have your chest and back exposed all day long."

Mu Clee was teased for a while and was a little annoyed. He waved his hand to the grooms and raised his voice, "If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense. If you want to talk about this embroidery spirit, but my ancestors... Alas, I don't know which generation of ancestors learned it from an expert. 'Long needles stand, white thread rises, and thousands of souls return'. This method of embroidery spirit has saved countless lonely ghosts and sent them to the land of reincarnation. How can you rural villagers understand this?"

Everyone did not buy his account, but said, "Don't mess around here. We haven't seen that in those few tricks yet. Now we say what we say is the successor of a master."

Seeing that no one believed him, Mu Clei lost his energy in an instant. He smoked a dry cigarette, turned around and continued to fan the bamboo bed. However, when he turned his head, he saw Mu Xiaowu's ears twitching twice, as if he was about to wake up.

"Grandpa, business is coming." Before he could react, the man who had been sleeping soundly in the bamboo bed had already gotten up. She swung the thick braid on her shoulders behind her neatly, stretched her neck forward with her hands, and looked at the end of the long street with a pair of shiny eyes, and the dimples on her face appeared and appeared, "Today we have money, we can buy crispy goose in the restaurant."

"Xiaowu, where did you see that there is a business coming, why didn't we look at anything?" Seeing Mu Xiaowu's words of conviction, the people who were drinking tea put down the tea bowls in their hands and looked into the distance. But it was noon, and there was no one on the road, only under the base of the wall were filled with people who were sleeping in the cool air.

"This girl has a good ear. She said she must have it. Alas, the shopkeeper, I'll start doing the job after drinking it." Mu Cutezi didn't look far away, but he just poured the tea handed over by the shopkeeper into his mouth.

Sure enough, before he finished drinking the tea, a burst of footsteps came from the end of the long street. Then, in the rising smoke and dust, several figures of people were looming toward this side quickly from a distance.

When they approached, everyone could see clearly that they were four thick men, their muscles were bulging and soaked in sweat.

The four of them were carrying a broken wooden door. A woman lay on it. She looked pale and ragged, but her belly was slightly raised, as if she was pregnant.

Several people walked to the front of the shed and stood still. One of the oldest men looked at the flag and wiped the sweat from the forehead. They bowed to Mu Crook with both hands and said loudly, "God, please save your wife. She has been unconscious for three days and is about to die."

Mu Crook didn't make any sound, but stroked his beard and looked at the man up and down for a moment. After a while, his head slightly turned towards the shed, signaling them to carry the person in. Seeing this, several people hurriedly carried the door panel into the shed and placed it gently on the ground, as if they were afraid of disturbing the woman who looked like she didn't look like she was breathless.

"This woman looks like she has a big belly."

"Yes, but have you smelled it? She smelled so much bloody."

"How come you can't smell it so choking."

Everyone who was sitting and drinking tea was surrounded by the shed, raising their necks while talking and looking inside. However, the flagpole inserted obliquely on the ground seemed to have become a boundary, and everyone stood consciously on the outside of it, not daring to step beyond the boundary.

But Mu Xiaowu, who had been sitting on the bamboo bed, slid down from the bed, walked to the door panel, squatted down, and her black eyes turned around the woman's bulging belly for a few times, looked up and asked the old man, "Has she just gave birth to a baby?"
Chapter completed!