Jia Dongxu came to the inner room and first looked to see if Qin Huairu was paying attention to this side. After confirming that she was not, he squatted down, pried up a floor tile in the corner, and took out an iron cigarette case. He then took out two gold bars and put them in the room. Along with the gold, there were also a few banknotes. Finally, he restored everything to its original state.
In the early years, ordinary people did not have the habit of depositing money in banks. Every household had its own way of hiding money and valuables, among which hiding money was the most common.
Every corner of the house, inside the rice jar, in the attic, even in the radio or some small household machines, are good places to hide money.
Among them, hiding money is the most common. People usually use an iron box to hide the money. Most people's boxes are relatively large, but Jia Dongxu is a mama's boy and does not have much private money, so he uses a cylindrical iron cigarette box to hide the money.
The most basic advantage of this way of saving money, compared to banks in later generations, is that no one will ask you where the money comes from, and no one will restrict you from withdrawing it.
After depositing the money, Jia Dongxu solemnly took out the straw man magic instrument and the sewing needle magic instrument, went to find the pencil head that Banggeng used to go to school, and then tore off a page from Banggeng's notebook.
The fortune teller said that using a straw man requires the target's birth date.
He just picked up the pen to write when he suddenly remembered that he didn't know Zeng Wangcai's birthday.
"Huai Ru, come here!" Jia Dongxu put the straw man away and ran to the window connecting the inner and outer rooms. "Do you know when is Zeng Wangcai's birthday?"
"What?" Qin Huairu asked subconsciously.
"Stop talking nonsense. If you know, just say it. If you don't know, then you don't know." Jia Dongxu said angrily.
"Some time ago, when Zeng Wangcai and Zhang Xiuzhi got engaged, I heard his mother mention it once, it seemed like..." Qin Huairu hesitantly told Zeng Wangcai's birthday, she mentioned the year, month, and day, but she didn't know the time.
Bang!
Jia Dongxu reached out and slapped Qin Huairu, cursing, "Bitch, do you have any feelings for Zeng Wangcai? You remember his birthday so clearly, and I'm not dead yet."
"You asked me, and then I told you and you hit me again!" Qin Huairu said aggrievedly, tears streaming down her face.
This time she was beaten for her right.
Jia Dongxu felt that if Zeng Wangcai had not had Zhang Xiuzhi, he would have been in trouble.
He now regrets marrying Qin Huairu. She is beautiful and always on the mind of others, but he hates Zeng Wangcai even more.
Turning back into the house, Jia Dongxu calculated Zeng Wangcai's birthday. Since he didn't have his horoscope, he just wrote down what he knew on a piece of paper.
Then he put the note on the back of the straw man, and picked up the magic weapon, the sewing needle: "Stab you to death, stab you to death, stab your mouth to make you talk too much, stab your head to make you have too many ideas, stab your hand to make you..."
Every time he pricked the little man with a needle, Jia Dongxu would mutter something like a spell.
With this series of actions, his deep hatred for Zeng Wangcai was vented, as if the straw man was Zeng Wangcai.
The reason why this kind of meaningless thing has a market is because there is a demand. There are too many incompetent people in the world who have no way to take revenge personally and can only pin their hopes on this kind of superstitious activity.
Don't underestimate superstition. It is very powerful. I don't know if it can avenge someone, but it can definitely take someone's life.
Especially in rural areas or mountainous areas, there are many sorcerers and charlatans. They use shaman dances, magic water and other means to cheat ignorant people of their money. I don't know how many people they have killed.
At this time, Zeng Wangcai had no idea that Jia Dongxu was using this method to deal with him. He was wondering whether Jia Dongxu had returned and whether Qin Huairu had conveyed the message.
If Jia Dongxu knew that the knife was seized, would he take any threatening action?
Zeng Wangcai was thinking about something while dealing with Sha Zhu and Qin Jingru. He accidentally bit his lip while eating.
“Ouch…”
Zeng Wangcai cried out in pain, sucked in some saliva and spat it out, it was all blood.
"Eat slowly, there is meat here, why are you biting your mouth?" Sha Zhu checked Zeng Wangcai's wound and found that it was seriously injured. "You think my food is not good, so you bite so hard."
"It's nothing, it's nothing..." Zeng Wangcai said vaguely, "My mouth is made of rubber. It will be fine in two days. But I can't drink this wine. Forget it. I'm going back. It's getting late."
The wine is spicy, and the Sichuan cuisine made by Sha Zhu is also spicy. It is really uncomfortable to eat with a wound in your mouth.
Moreover, Zeng Wangcai had no appetite. His goal had been achieved, so if Jia Dongxu hadn't come back at this point, there was no need to wait.
After coming out of Sha Zhu's house, Zeng Wangcai spat a few times and found that the bleeding would not stop. However, he saw that the lights in Jia's house were on and vaguely heard Jia Dongxu talking inside.
It's good to be back!
Zeng Wangcai didn't care about his mouth anymore. He walked to the door of Jia's house and knocked. "Sister Qin, Sister Qin, it's me, Zeng Wangcai. Is Brother Dongxu back? Open the door and let me in. I have something to tell you."
Inside the house, Jia Dongxu heard that Zeng Wangcai actually came to his house. He was worried at first, and then he got angry.
Well, our two families are already in this situation, and you still dare to come to our house, and call me sister-in-law so affectionately, and even I get to benefit from it and become the eldest brother...
If there's nothing wrong here, I'd rather have the surname Zeng instead of Jia!
"What's going on?" Jia Dongxu gritted his teeth, looking like he was going to kill someone, "Did you have an affair? Bitch, you're so bold."
"Dongxu, what are you thinking about..." Qin Huairu quickly explained, "He came to see you. He came here in the afternoon..."
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