Chapter 388

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Protagonist:

Chai Mi

Song Qiushui's expression froze in mid-air: "Uh..... you want to be a Dashen? That you can't do, let me tell you, being a Dashen requires Dao cultivation, yours absolutely won't work, you don't even believe in it yourself, how can you be a Dashen."

"No, I mean you find me a Dashen, I'll calculate which day to build the house."

"Build what house? Didn't you just build a Cangku? Why build another house, even if you have money you can't spend it like this, how nice to eat and drink a bit, idle with nothing to do building what house. That thing you can't bring at birth or take at death, how does that saying go: A human life counted on fingers, only thirty-six thousand days in total, even with ten thousand rooms of houses, sleeping only needs three feet of width......"

"If you keep talking I'll go into that little box." Chai Mi laughed and pinched Song Qiushui: "Speaking seriously, I'm planning to build a side room, you also know Xiu'er's current situation, she might skip a grade to junior high soon, before no money to support her studies, now the family has produced such a study seedling, and such a good seedling at that, I can't delay Xiu'er's studies. But my family situation, you also know, Old Third is only a few months old, who knows when she'll wake up at midnight, either fussing for milk or something, nobody can handle it. And Xiu'er that person, you also know, little temper, although she doesn't say it, she also can't stand my dad. So can only give Xiu a separate place to live, so I can only build a side room."

Song Qiushui gasped: "You as this sister, generous ah. Building a side room, no more no less, at least eight to ten thousand right."

"Not short of that bit of money......"

Song Qiushui was angered into laughter: "Damn, why is this sentence so infuriating?"

"You just say that Dashen calculates well and that's it."

"Ceng Xiazi ah. Around here Ding Shi is Ceng Xiazi calculates best. That person went blind from childhood, later self-taught success, can blow Megaphone, blow chanting sutras, can also tell storytelling, can even cook for himself, problem is he also married a wife himself, just relying on fortune-telling as main occupation. Calculates very accurately, and also doesn't charge money......."

"Not right? He doesn't charge money, where does he earn money from?" Chai Mi puzzled.

Song Qiushui pouted: "You this person...... my Grandmother's surname is Ceng ah, that one is my Jiu Gu Ye ah. He such old age how can he thicken face to ask me for money? Me going to find him, that's giving him face."

Chai Mi dumbfounded: "Uh......"

"Go now? I'm anxious, these two days things are many, evening you call your dad also go to my house eat, you also go. Noon I have no time arrange you, now you go back change clothes, go find your Jiu Gu Ye to calculate fate."

Song Qiushui agreed.

Subsequently entered Wu Zi, changed a set of normal clothes came out, said to Meng Clan: "Mom I'm going to my Jiu Gu Ye their house a trip, noon won't return home eat, you just don't wait for me eat."

"Ah..... I cooked you love eat Tremella soup ah......" Meng Clan frowned said.

"Not eat not eat, leaving." Song Qiushui speaking walked away.

"Wait, I ask, what thing is Tremella soup? Isn't it just that Cucumber mixed Tremella?" Chai Mi puzzled asked: "You mean you directly boil Tremella eat? It not hard to eat?"

"Hard to eat ah, but you don't understand, this called noble. Taste you understand not understand? Hard to eat is called taste, if I eat Cucumber mixed Tremella, you listen this grade, immediately comes down."

Chai Mi helpless.

Two people organized down Inverted Donkey's things, subsequently rode Inverted Donkey left.

This Ceng Xiazi, actually Song Qiushui also doesn't know his specific name called what.

Ceng Xiazi is Song Qiushui Grandmother's real older brother, allegedly at eight years old, got something like leprosy, afterwards eyes couldn't see, subsequent many years inside, really traveled south and north, everywhere went storytelling.

This era, storytelling is a craft skill.

Especially for a blind person, he can't see text, storytelling all relies on hearing how others say, afterwards memorize.

Just by this talent, that is a ruthless person.

Must know, Ceng Xiazi is truly blind, he can tell many books, Song Qiushui says this Ceng Xiazi can tell: Romance of Three Kingdoms Water Margin, also Sui Tang Heroes Legend, best should be Sui Tang Heroes Legend.

"I tell you, my that Jiu Gu Ye, Sui Tang Heroes Legend tells Qian zei good, especially that segment Turtle Gate Incident, Li Er big shout: Eight hundred is eight hundred....." Song Qiushui that truly baring fangs and brandishing claws, a pile of babbling.

"Alright, you quickly quiet sit ba. Wind too big, fundamentally can't hear saying what." Chai Mi not like those never seen world people, write some especially awkward words, say some especially awkward love words.

Of course, and Song Qiushui also can't speak to what love words type.

Mainly this Li Er story, everyone familiar, but presumably ice frozen three feet not one day cold.

Li Er really eight hundred people rose up?

Actual Situation should be Li Er early already controlled entire court's imperial guards, eunuchs and many civil and military ministers. Several ten thousand imperial guards didn't move a muscle, to Li Yuan's orders that's a bit not Execution.

Rest what nervous colors, nothing more than render a bit atmosphere, let Mostly people think Li Er not do this can't.

Do to a correct thinking only.

Two people from Home to Ceng Xiazi's Home, used one coming hour time.

Chai Mi also doesn't know this what place, anyway still passable. Has Mountain has Water, also has a Trap……

Trap front is a thatched cottage.

House Chai Family Old House Neighbor's Door has an Old Codger, old can't be older……

Face full of wrinkles, wearing gray Cloth Clothes, hand holding a small bamboo stick, tapping knocking there.

Song Qiushui from far away started shouting: "Ai ya ya...... Old Codger, I'm here......"

Ceng Xiazi fiercely raised head looked......

Only saw a pitch black.

Nothing saw.

After all, Ceng Xiazi is truly blind......

"Song Qiushui, you don't No Big No Small, I am your Jiu Gu Ye."

"Fart." Song Qiushui not caring walked over, hand also gave Ceng Xiazi carried One Bag cornmeal.

"Brought you fifty Catty Cornmeal ha, eat ba. Home no money, having eat not bad." Song Qiushui put Cornmeal to In Room, subsequently said: "My Jiu Gu Ye's wife where?"

"Lost......" Ceng Xiazi somewhat painfully said.

Song Qiushui gasped: "Hiss...... not right ah, Old Codger, you aren't ninety plus......"

"Eighty-four......"

"Then your wife?"

"Eighty-two, what?"

Song Qiushui frowning: "Eighty-two still can run away? That old man so undiscerning, still want eighty-two?"

Ceng Xiazi rolling White Eye: "Pah! I mean got lost......"

"Then you go look..."

"Are you fucking blind..." Ceng Xiazi cursed irritably: "I'm a fucking blind man, how am I supposed to go find someone?"

"Don't you know the way?" Song Qiushui frowned: "You know the road, you go look. She's your wife after all..."

"Hiss..." Ceng Xiazi was nearly angered to death: "I fucking know the road, but I'm fucking really blind, even if someone's there I can't see them..."

"Then shout a bit, my great-aunt will hear it, and then won't she come home?"

Ceng Xiazi looked at Song Qiushui like she was an idiot: "Can a deaf person hear?"

"Can't hear."

"Then what nonsense are you spouting? Your great-aunt is a deaf-mute... and blind too, not to mention her tongue is short and her legs and feet aren't nimble... she can't hear me calling her."

Chai Mi listened to this pair of oddballs talking, couldn't help but interject: "So great-aunt is really lost? Does she get lost often?"

"Gets lost often... every few days." Ceng Xiazi sighed. "Often falls into the big ditch. Sometimes someone spots her and sends her back to me."

"What if no one spots her?"

"If no one spots her won't she just starve to death!?" Ceng Xiazi cursed: "Song Qiushui, are you an idiot? There's definitely someone who can spot her. I divined a hexagram, your great-aunt, her time isn't up yet, she has a crisis at eighty-four..."

"Then calculate where she is. Alive or not. Me and Chai Mi have good eyes, we'll help you look. Don't make us come all this way only for your great-aunt to be gone, then we'd have to trouble everyone to come carry her back, and everyone's been fucking busy lately." Song Qiushui said.

Seems Ceng Xiazi also knew Song Qiushui always talked like this, didn't get angry, pinched his fingers and calculated: "One gives birth to two, two gives birth to three, three gives birth to all things. All things carry yin and embrace yang, blending qi to create harmony... alright, your great-aunt fell into the big ditch..."

Chai Mi watched for half a day here, didn't quite understand, but this practice is just about a kind of fate.

Actually it's just: believe and it exists, don't believe and it doesn't.

In human speech... you have to follow the direction the Dashen says and lean that way...

For example, the Dashen says his own wife fell into the big ditch, then you have to go to the big ditch to look.

If you find Ceng Xiazi's wife in the big ditch, that means... the Dashen calculated it really fucking accurately.

Then at this time, there'll be those contrarian readers saying, what if she fell in a well? Doesn't that mean the Dashen calculated wrong?

Wrong, falling in a well the Dashen also calculated accurately. The main thing is just where she fell...

As long as she didn't fall on the roof, it's all the same result.

That is, the Dashen calculated it really fucking accurately.

Song Qiushui heard Ceng Xiazi calculated that great-aunt fell into the big ditch, immediately started yelling: "Oh my god! Old Codger you're something! Really divine! Chai Mi Chai Mi, hear that? Fell in the big ditch! Hurry hurry! Saving a life is like putting out a fire!" She rushed out in a flurry toward the big ditch behind the house overgrown with shrubs.

Chai Mi hurriedly grabbed her: "What's the rush! Do you know which ditch? There's several big and small ditches around here! Besides, great-aunt is so old, if she fell and got bruised or hurt, can we just move her randomly? Go get a rope, and find a door panel or something to prepare!"

"Oh right right right!" Song Qiushui slapped her forehead, turned and rushed into the house, rummaging with clatter, finally carried out an old door panel, hand still clutching a bundle of thick hemp rope. "Rope! Door panel! Ready! Old Codger, which direction's ditch? The deep one on the east, or the shallow one on the west?"

Ceng Xiazi felt with his bamboo stick, face turned toward the west-southwest behind the house, fingers pinching calculations, muttering: "Turtle contains sha, metal qi sinks west... west side, low-lying kan position, sound of water... should be the dry ditch next to the reed marsh under the west mountain root! Heavy water qi, but no water!"

"Got it! West mountain root dry ditch! Chai Mi, let's go!" Song Qiushui carried the door panel and ran.

The place Ceng Xiazi lives is actually an isolated island.

Due to limited economic conditions, in earlier years Ceng Xiazi wandered north and south everywhere selling his skills, causing him to have no fixed residence.

So after Liberation, he returned to his old home.

At this time, there wasn't any good house foundation land left. So they approved a place no one wanted for Ceng Xiazi.

On top of a terrace.

This terrace is quite large, about ten-plus mu in area.

North side is the main road, west, east, and south sides are all ditches.

The ditches on west, south, and east all have river water. According to Ceng Xiazi's words, he lives in a feng shui treasure land.

Facing north sitting south, three sides surrounded by water, that's where emperors live.

Of course, no matter how good the feng shui, it's useless. With time changes, nearby water disappeared, slowly became swamp land, then dried up.

Now only when heavy rain falls does water fill these big ditches, normally there's no water anymore.

Originally a place with very good feng shui, but after Ceng Xiazi came, nine droughts in ten years, no water, all ditches.

And Ceng Xiazi and his wife are both very old, living in this kind of place, clearly not very suitable.

But the old saying goes well, those who ferry others across cannot ferry themselves.

Probably refers to people like Ceng Xiazi.

Chai Mi looked at that crooked door panel and Song Qiushui's posture, said helplessly: "Qiu Shui, are you carrying that thing to carry a person or to hit someone? Give it to me! I'll take the door panel, you take the rope, you lead the way in front!"

"Aiya same same!" Song Qiushui said with her mouth, but nimbly shoved the door panel to Chai Mi, herself grabbed the rope end, and rushed out imposing.

The two ran toward the west mountain root, one foot deep one foot shallow. That so-called "dry ditch" is actually a deep gully formed by rainwater erosion, autumn has little water, ditch bottom accumulated thick dead leaves and rotten mud, beside it indeed grew half-withered yellow reeds.

Ditch bottom, a thin small old woman curled in the dead leaf pile, body covered in mud and grass debris. Her eyes blind, ears also deaf, mouth slightly open making yiya yiya sounds, unable to produce clear sound, one leg bent at an unnatural angle, clearly broken.

Precisely Ceng Xiazi's wife.

"Oh my dear great-aunt! You're really here!" Song Qiushui rushed over, wanted to help but didn't dare move her randomly, "Hurt from the fall? Leg? Does it hurt? Told you how many times don't run to the ditch edge..."

The old woman seemed to sense someone approaching, both hands waving randomly, mouth also crying aiya aiya in pain.

This old woman is also deaf and blind, from a physiological perspective, she and Ceng Xiazi are the absolute match type... peerless double-blind.

But Ceng Xiazi is relatively better, just blind, can hear others speak.

Chai Mi squatted down, examined the old woman's condition, brows tightly knit: "Stop shouting, she can't hear. Leg looks broken, can't move randomly. Qiu Shui, untie the rope, we have to secure her on the door panel and carry her back."

"Okay okay okay!" Song Qiushui busily untied the rope.

Afterwards they tied the old woman securely onto the wooden board, then Chai Mi and her carried the old woman out of the big ditch like carrying a pig.