Chapter 500 When will I become Enzun?
Tang Buci took a quick look and found that he was not surprised. After all, Ye Xiaomei had mentioned that this bearded man might be a reincarnated person, so he was definitely not a simple person.
"Wow, this is a great painting. It looks just like a photo. Who painted it? I'll ask him to paint one for me someday."
When Tang Buci said this, he also saw the bracelet at a glance and almost sold it to them, but playing dumb was his strong point.
If I can’t take a photo, I can’t ask someone to draw a picture for me.
Besides, it was a great honor to be praised by a great painter with a glorious memory.
Ye Xiaomei was too lazy to pay attention to him and just looked at the bearded man seriously.
The bearded man scratched his head, a look of secret joy and a little embarrassment on his face, he gritted his teeth and whispered:
"If I'm telling the truth, girl, don't think I'm crazy."
"You say."
After Ye Xiaomei finished speaking, the bearded man said, "I've been having dreams since ten years ago. My wife is from Miaojiang, so she believes this. I said it was a dream from the gods. I'll burn incense and worship them. Who knows..."
At this point, the bearded man's mouth trembled with excitement: "Who knew this would actually happen?"
After saying that, he looked at Ye Xiaomei's expression carefully, afraid of being treated as a fool.
The reason he sent the sheep's hoof just now was actually because he was worried that he had seen it wrong, so he probably found an excuse to go up and take a closer look.
Who would have known that even the inconspicuous little red mole as big as a needle tip on her earlobe was exactly the same.
Isn't this a miracle happening in broad daylight?
Ye Xiaomei naturally didn't react so excessively, she just couldn't figure out one thing.
Even if the picture in this painting is of myself, it is not myself in this life.
You have to know that her appearance and body shape changed in the years before and after her death at the age of eleven or twelve. That is to say, in this life, she did not look like this at the age of twelve. She was dark and thin, and her hair was yellow and thin due to malnutrition.
So where did this look come from?
Thinking of this, Ye Xiaomei asked, "I won't think you're crazy, I'm just curious. No one knows that sheep's trotters taste good when cooked this way. Who did you learn this from?"
At this point, the bearded man heaved a sigh of relief. He was obviously very happy to hear this. He chuckled and scratched his head:
"It's really like a god. You can see all this. Indeed, I used to kill sheep, and basically I threw these away because they didn't taste good no matter how I cooked them. It was my wife who came up with the idea. I didn't expect it to become so popular. People from nearby towns often drive one or two days to come just to eat my sheep's feet. Life is better now. I was planning to close the shop during this period."
Ye Xiaomei is assuming that there really is a dream of the spirit of the ancestor snake, just like what happened to old man Yuan.
At that time, he mentioned that he was told in a dream to bring the spirit of the ancestor snake thousands of miles following the instructions and finally brought it to Plum Blossom Village to find him.
However, my attention was attracted by the words of the bearded man:
"Is your home far away? Is it convenient for us to go for a visit?"
Tang Bushi folded his arms with his hands and half-closed his eyes as if he hadn't slept for several days. In fact, this was exactly what he meant.
The bearded man was particularly excited: "Okay, okay, it's not far, not far at all, just park your car here, my residence is behind my store."
Along the way, when passing through the alleys, whenever we reached a turn, the bearded man would always stop to lead the way, and his attitude was extremely pious and humble throughout.
Ye Xiaomei asked casually: "Since you said that running a Yangti Noodle Restaurant is very profitable, why don't you want to do it anymore?"
The bearded man rubbed his hands and said excitedly: "My child has a rare skin disease. Although it is not life-threatening, it is painful. I have saved enough money in the past few years.
The son of our street shoemaker is very successful and was admitted to university. I asked him to ask around in big cities. Now, he came back just before the New Year and said that the conditions in several hospitals in big cities are particularly good. I had planned to go to a big city for medical treatment in the spring of this year, but my wife kept telling me to wait a little longer.
I was getting anxious, and my wife said without hesitation that we should wait until July when the weather gets hotter. Now it’s June, and the child needs medical treatment urgently, so I decided to close the shop for the next half month.”
The bearded man was talking with great joy, and he was not worried that his child's illness could not be cured. Perhaps he thought that since he had saved so much money over the years, he would be able to find the best doctor to cure the child.
"Why do we have to wait until June or July?" Ye Xiaomei asked subconsciously.
After passing two alleys, there is a lush rice field behind. Judging from the drooping ears of rice, it will be harvested in less than a month.
There was a row of houses on the roadside. The bearded man led the two men and pushed open the double-glazed wooden door. There were several tiled houses in the yard:
"I don't know. Maybe my wife is good at fortune-telling. It's possible that I won't be lucky when I go out. Hehe, but don't worry. She's not some weird woman. Sometimes she can tell the truth."
The bearded man seemed to be particularly wary of others viewing them as a pair of psychopaths, and Ye Xiaomei could hear that.
As soon as I entered the room, the bearded man called out, "Lanhua, a guest is here, come and see who's here."
He rushed into the house and took out the scroll as he ran.
Ye Xiaomei subconsciously looked at Tang Buci, and the two of them looked at each other deeply.
Ye Xiaomei raised her chin and stopped talking, asking, "What do you think?"
Tang Bu Ci stood up, pointed at the main room with both fingers, and watched the changes.
Ye Xiaomei frowned and whispered, "Don't you think it's too strange? How could she have..."
Before he could finish his words, a woman in her fifties walked out of the main room. She stumbled with unsteady steps, and if it weren't for the bearded man supporting her, her frail body would have fallen at any moment.
Ye Xiaomei was stunned immediately. The bearded man looked to be no more than thirty or forty years old. The haggard look on his face was just the result of the wind and sun that one would expect from a businessman who went out early and came back late. However, he looked energetic.
His wife looked fifty years old, which was considered conservative because she had a lot of white hair on her temples.
Before Ye Xiaomei could finish her puzzlement, the woman came up and bowed deeply with her hands alternately on her abdomen.
The headscarf decorated with silver pieces was shining brightly. "Please sit inside, young lady. I have been waiting for you for a long time."
Ye Xiaomei was confused by the word "disciple".
The bearded man quickly explained: "Girl, don't think too much. It's their custom to call themselves this in front of all the gods they worship."
Ye Xiaomei let out a sigh of relief.
Tang Buci waved his hand, signaling Ye Xiaomei to go inside first. He would rather walk around freely.
As soon as they sat down, the woman sent the bearded man away under the pretext of pouring tea.
The next second, the woman grabbed Ye Xiaomei's hand and said, "I have been waiting for you for ten years. You are finally here."
Ye Xiaomei stood up quickly and quickly pulled her hand away.
The woman had a pale and thin face, dim eyes, and gave people a particularly uncomfortable feeling.
Whether she is thin, lifeless, or withered, she still looks like a normal weak woman. However, her fragility makes people feel uncomfortable and awkward, and even a little restless:
"Why are you waiting for me? Just because of your man's dream?" If that's true, it's really amazing.
"The spirit of my ancestors once guided me to leave my hometown and wait here, waiting for the right time to see you. Three months ago, I suddenly felt that you would arrive soon. I didn't expect that you would arrive one and a half months earlier than I expected."
Ye Xiaomei's heart sank. How could he say he wasn't talking nonsense?
She looked even more weird than old man Yuan. After all, it was all chance that he had buried the Black Toad King more than ten years ago. She suddenly did this. Ye Xiaomei was really afraid of meeting another wild donkey like Mingxin.
"What are you waiting for me to do?" Ye Xiaomei stood still, thinking of a solution in her mind. If it didn't work, she might as well run away.
The surrounding environment did not seem dangerous, but when the Yang Shen dispersed slightly, Ye Xiaomei discovered a strange aura coming from the small room next door.
What is that thing? Is it a human or a ghost?
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