Zhang Jiaohua walked around the street several times, but she didn't expect a way to get rich quickly. The navy is not omnipotent. Now everyone regards Meishan spell as a feudal superstition, and it is very difficult for Zhang Jiaohua to make money with this.

Besides, Zhang Jiaohua is too young. There are many people looking for immortals everywhere in the countryside to ask about their lives. An immortal lady came out from the Eight Immortal Bridge in Gezhuping Town. Someone went to Meizitang to ask about immortals. He heard that this immortal lady was really powerful. As long as you report your name and birth date, she could go to the underworld to call out the man's deceased relatives. It was not bad at all. I heard that the incense was very popular. The man of the immortal lady set up a stall outside, specializing in selling paper money, incense, candles and other sacrifices. The selling price was naturally different from the outside. If you buy sacrifices here, you would get a ticket. If you ask about the sinister things in the Xianniang, you don't need to spend a penny. But after ordinary people ask, they always give the immortal lady a red envelope.

Zhang Yaohua naturally understood what happened like this. This is not a fairy, but just a yin. Meishan navy master who has a high Taoist practice like the old Taoist priest will naturally not take such a small Tao seriously. Moreover, yin will damage life. Meishan navy master is also a righteous path. Although this branch of the navy is considered a branch of the Taoist sect, its influence is quite wide. He is naturally very disdainful of this kind of Aduo who is fighting to damage life and earn some life and death without bringing it.

Zhang Yaohua felt very regretful. He knew that even if he learned that he would be disheveled at home, rolling around on the ground, or not, his body trembled, causing some cold wind to make the surroundings gusts of cold wind. No many people would believe it. In short, this road is too far-reaching.

It is possible to show people the house and find dragons to point a hole. However, Meizitang cannot build a few houses throughout the year. The entire Meiziao Village has only been a few funerals throughout the year. If Zhang Yaohua pointed to these two items to make money, he would probably not even make money with a piece of paper candy a day.

"Oh. It's really hard to make money!" Zhang Jiaohua sat on the threshold, looking at the village slowly sinking into the night with some loss. The mountain leopard crawled under Zhang Jiaohua's crotch and lay down quietly, with her eyes closed.

Liu Qiaoye couldn't help but burst into laughter, "You little brat is like Lin Daiyu. Why don't you turn on the TV to watch? When you didn't buy a TV, you heard you call for a TV every day. Now that you have bought the TV, you don't like watching it again."

"If you don't go to Guangdong, take me with you at home. I don't want a TV." Zhang Yaohua said with a pout.

"Why are you talking about this again? Don't you go after the New Year? Baby, my parents go to Guangdong to work for your own good. Look at more and more people in the village are working in Guangdong. Guangdong is making money, and gold is everywhere, like picking up. My parents are not lazy, but staying in Meiziao, there is no money to buy good clothes for my baby. During the New Year, other people's babies wear new clothes, but our baby can only wear patched clothes. In the future, in other people's babies, they can only wear patched clothes.

When Zaizai asks for a wife, she will have to have a small foreign house. Your aunt Yinxiu's cousin has worked in Guangdong for a few years and is about to go home to build a foreign house. When her parents make money, they will also come back to build a small foreign house." Liu Qiaoye has been depressed after she knew that Zaizai knew that her parents were going to work in Guangdong. Her own young girl is not much the same as other children, because she has encountered too many things. In the past six months, she seems to have become an adult all of a sudden. She feels a little distressed.

"Mom, a golden nest or a silver nest is not as good as a dog nest for your own family. I don't think my family is poor and I'm not afraid of hardship. I just want you not to leave me alone at home like a child without parents. Others have children without mothers like grass, why do I have mother or grass?" Zhang Yaohua whispered, and in the end, his voice was almost unaudible.

Liu Qiaoye stopped talking and picked up the baby. The tears in his eyes were already gushing out like the stream in Blue Snake Creek.

The night in Meiziao is as beautiful as water, and the night in the mountain village is like a song. Chen Dianzi, who is opposite the mountain, sang Dianzi's song on the mountain valley again.

"I have been singing the ejaculation pot for life, and I saw the rock shell rolling up the slope! Loach eyes dripped from the top of the maple tree, magpies nests in the muddy field. I raised the cows and rakes, and rakes were raised. Washed corn on the beach with rapid water! Raise the rakes and drag them upwards!..."

Chen Dianzi was called out by the whole Meiziao for a lifetime. I don’t know if anyone still remembers his name. If Chen Dianzi hadn’t had the nickname of Chen Dianzi, I’m afraid no one would know what his name was.

Of course, no one in Zhang Yaohua's generation knows the story of Chen Dianzi, but everyone knows that this Danzi can sing. There is no mountain song he can sing in Meishan. Now Chen Dianzi rarely sings. I don't know what happened tonight, so he ran to the mountain to sing again.

"Mom, this Chen Dianzi sings quite nicely." Zhang Yaohua was finally distracted by Chen Dianzi's singing.

"Well. Chen Dianzi sang well when she was young." Liu Qiaoye smiled.

"Then why did he become a madman?" Zhang Yaohua asked in confusion.

"I've been in a state of ejaculation for many years, and I don't know how he was. Maybe the people in Menshan must know." Liu Qiaoye shook his head.

"Then he is crazy, why can he sing?" Zhang Yaohua's curiosity was suddenly aroused.

Zhang Youping came back from outside with a pair of barefoots carrying a hoe.

"It's dark, why are you still sitting on the threshold?"

"You little boy listen to Chen Dianzi sing a folk song. You keep asking me questions. You break the pot and ask the end. You little boy, go and ask your father. Your dad must know about Chen Dianzi." Liu Qiaoye hurriedly handed the problem to the man.

Zhang Youping put the hoe behind the house, then walked over and picked up the cub, "Come on, your father's folk song is so good. It's much better than Chen Dianzi. My father married my mother back in the past just a folk song."

"The sun sets and the slopes, and I rub the rice with my hands. I thought I could keep my husband for dinner, but the sieve closed the door and had many eyes..."

People in the mountains are all experts in singing. They can’t sing a few words. I’m so embarrassed to go out. Even if I marry a wife, I can’t get in.

"Dad, my master also taught me to sing. I'll sing it to you, okay?"

Zhang Youping laughed and shouted to the inner room, "Wife, come and listen. The little girl is going to sing a folk song for me."

Liu Qiaoye walked out giggling.

Zhang Jiaohua cleared her throat and sang very seriously:

You should know the songs in the scriptures, and you should know the roots of branches and leaves.

The person who sings is originally surnamed Zhang, and the person who sings is surnamed Zhang.

The immortal surnamed Zhang picked up the song book and patted it with a heavy burden.

I sang along the way, and the song fell into the ground seven inches deep.

Take a boat at the ferry and throw a basket over the middle of the river.

Zhang Liang from Luban came to pick it up, and the two carried it to Cangshan Mountains.

On July 7th, the yellow wind blows, and the songbooks fly all over the sky.

Watching the cow pick up a book and ride on the cow's back and sing three springs;

The monk and Taoist priest picked up a book and performed the altar as a flower scatterer;

The witch and the gods picked up a book, and divined the gods and made flower texts;

A farmer in the field picked up a book and sang all seasons to urge the spring;

I am picking up a book when I am fishing and hanging it online for the fish to listen to;

The woodcutter picked up a book with medicine, and the flowers and trees were known to the sound of birds.

The singing party during the Longhan period, the singing hall during the Ziwu period,

There are three thousand books and seven hundred songs, eighty seven thousand songs,

The red, yellow, orchid and white are passed down from generation to generation, and the yellow love song begins.
Chapter completed!