Chapter 200 Chapter 36 Happy Tadpole

Grandpa nodded and said, "Stop thinking about pig food." Grandma dissatisfied: "Tell me not to think about pig food? I haven't blamed you for not caring about family affairs! You know how to deal with ghosts and gods every day. Can ghosts support you? God can give you lard and soy sauce Monosodium glutamate?" Grandma rolled her eyes at grandpa, and continued, "It's not that I take care of the crops, pigs, chickens and dogs at home, the crops would have dried up long ago, and the pigs, chickens and dogs would have starved to death long ago." Grandpa was not angry because of grandma's words, and begged grandma for mercy by clasping his fists like the ancients: "Wife, it's really a blessing to you. Your old man has made great contributions!"

In fact, grandma was not really angry, she felt embarrassed after hearing what grandpa said. "What are you doing drawing so many spells?" Grandma asked, "Aren't you in a hurry recently? I don't think anyone is looking for you." Grandpa waved his hand and said, "Don't ask so many questions, go cook your pig food. You worry about that pig in the pen every day, so how can you worry about these miscellaneous things?" Grandpa's words were a little mean, But grandma never thought it was mocking her.Grandma thinks that this is what a woman in a rural family should do in her job, which is a matter of course.

"I see, are you planning to meddle in the affairs of the womanizer? Didn't you say you would not interfere?" Grandma guessed, "Are you drawing these spells to deal with the womanizer?" Grandpa quickly dropped the brush and covered grandma's mouth. Grandma struggled to free herself from covering her hand, and said indifferently, "What are you afraid of? Are you afraid that the womanizer will hear it? Her ears can grow to the mud wall of our house?" Grandpa explained: "She may be anywhere at any time, can you be on guard against her? Maybe she's eavesdropping outside the window!"

Grandma hurriedly lowered her voice, but said stubbornly, "What are you afraid of? You are afraid, but I am not afraid! Isn't your father a ghost officer? He protects us. How dare she do anything to us!" As he stood on tiptoe and looked out the window, it seemed that the womanizer was really hiding under the window to eavesdrop. "Not afraid? Not afraid, what are you looking at?" Grandpa smiled with his mouth curled up. Grandma poked her head around for a long time, but found nothing. She turned around and asked grandpa solemnly: "Can your spells that don't look like words and pictures really work against women? How useful is the thin paper that can’t stand the rain in the sun!”

"Try holding down the charm on that chair again." Grandpa pouted towards the chair and gestured. "Didn't you try it just now? It's nothing." Grandma disagreed. "The time you pressed was too short. Try pressing it a little longer." Grandpa said.After finishing speaking, grandpa picked up the brush and started his "creation" again. Grandma tried the charm on the chair just now, and she was not alert at all at this moment, she rested both hands on the charm, and looked at Grandpa with doubts, wondering what kind of medicine was sold in Grandpa's gourd .Grandpa looked sideways at grandma, showing a smile with unknown meaning.When grandma saw grandpa's smile, she felt a little flustered, but she pretended not to care and pressed the yellow charm tightly without changing her expression.

At this moment, there was only a "bang", and a burst of dazzling flames lit up the whole room. Grandma screamed and hurriedly removed her hand from the chair.Because the flames on the spell had sprung out like a snake's tongue, intending to lick grandma's hand.The flames come and go quickly, just like the instant sparks when two stones collide.Grandma withdrew her hand and looked again, and there was no trace on the chair.The flame was gone, and the charm that gave it the flame disappeared, disappeared, disappeared, as if it had never existed. "Huh?" Grandma touched the chair where the charm was just now. "The paper was burned just like that? It's like firecrackers, so fast!" Grandma looked at her palm again: "My hands are not burnt and blackened."

Grandpa laughed and said, "If you were a ghost, your hands would burn out. Hehe." As he said that, he couldn't help showing his complacency, and when he waved the brush, he became more light, rising and falling like a lively and lovely tadpole.The tadpole jumped on the yellow paper, jumping out more spells. "If it's a ghost, burn your hands?" Grandma asked with her voice squeezed, obviously not believing what Grandpa said. "That's right. This fire is not ordinary firewood. This fire is..." Grandpa paused, "You don't know if you tell me, it's better that you don't know."

"I've been with you for so long, and I've seen you draw a lot of spells. But I've never found a spell like this one. It turns out that you've been hiding this unique skill." Not only did grandma not get angry because of grandpa's complacency, but As grandpa's emotions became excited, he danced and danced when he spoke. "It's not that I hide you." Grandpa said, "That's what the father who has been secretly protecting us told." "I said your father could protect us, but I was just joking. Don't take me for a fool." Grandma said unwillingly, "He is already dead, how can I tell you?"

Grandpa smiled and said nothing. "Could it be," grandma stretched out an index finger and waved it up and down, choking her mouth, "Could it be..." "Yes!" Grandpa replied briskly and happily, and couldn't help but beam with joy.Sometimes, the communication between the two of them doesn't need to speak all the language, only one person needs to say two or three words, and the other party can know what is going to be said later. In fact, grandma had had close contact with spells long before she married grandpa, so she is not very unfamiliar with these spells.That incident happened at my grandma's natal home.

I don’t remember whether it was chatting or telling me a story. Grandma once mentioned to me that there was an old well in front of her mother’s house.The mouth of the well is small, but it is bottomless.The well water is slightly sweet, and people in the village like to draw water here.Besides, at that time, not every family had the money to build a well for their own use, so this well naturally became the life dependence of most people in the village. But there was a naughty little boy in this village who deliberately squatted on the wellhead to defecate on the way back from school.The little boy saw that the mouth of the well was small, and he just squatted his feet on it, which was not much different from his own latrine, so he made this little prank.

But this little prank made the village people very troubled.