The wooden box in the ancestral hall is still there, and the village chief opens it, and the three talismans inside are blurred even in the words.

It was about to be the second day of February, and everyone was discussing whether to invite Taoist priests to do it again. But the harvest last year was not good and there was no money left. I wanted to invite Taoist priests from Zangfengguan to come to the village once, which is not cheap.

Although he had expected it, Mo Li couldn't help but frown when he heard them mention the name of Zang Fengguan.

"Can the Taoist priest of Zangfeng Temple ask for rain? How much does it cost at a time?" Mo Li pretended to ask the village chief in ignorance.

When the village chief heard the word "money", he instigated Yahuazi with heartache and said with a grin, "At least, it's not counting the money for tea, carriages, and the three and five fruits and wine that sacrificed to heaven, which add up to a lot!"

"But there are differences in the Taoist priests in that temple. Are there no one that is particularly expensive or slightly cheaper?"

When the village chief heard this, he shook his hand and said, "Xiaolang, you can't say this nonsense."

The old man walked back with a lantern. While touching his beard, he sighed: "It's the situation Xiaolang said. But our village is small and still far away. The money saved by everyone tightening their belts is not enough for the tea and water provided by the rich. What else can I expect? If you can invite those real disciples, you will be satisfied. Anyway, the Taoist priests in Zangfeng Temple have real skills, so they almost almost."

Because it was already the third day, some people who wanted to go to the market to sell goods simply started. Anyway, they were already planning to go out at the fourth day, and the village began to become lively.

The village chief is old, so there is no need. When he returns home, his old wife is still crying at the dog's corpse.

The village chief's eldest son took some firewood and prepared to wait until Tianming to get a fire outside the village, burn the body, and then dig a hole to bury it well. However, he was very embarrassed about the big hole that broke the roof.

Mo Li naturally said that he had repaired the roof and could stay for help.

The village chief's eldest son was confused because Mo Li didn't look like a person who could do rough work.

Fortunately, every household has some reserves for tiles and bricks, especially in winter, so we have to prevent air leakage and timely remedies. The village chief’s family is not too poor to be able to open the pot, and the tiles stored are only half old and not new, and they can still be used.

Mo Li didn't want to attract attention, so he used the village chief's ladder and just got up the roof to catch a gerbil on his calf.

He walked very awkwardly along the way, but he still had to pretend to be nothing.

Mo Li couldn't blame Meng Qi. After all, the gerbil was holding her honestly, neither moving nor crawling up. She was just like her elbows, and she couldn't be called a sensitive area. She endured it and passed.

The gerbil slowly used his claws to pull out the hair on his body and straighten them out.

Meng Qi had a guess about the identity of the thief, but now he was trapped in the gerbil, so he couldn't speak, so he watched Mo Li patiently repair the roof.

This hole is not small, but it is not serious.

Because the beams are not broken.

Mo Li moved the broken tiles to the side, and then filled them up piece by piece, making them fast and well.

When he was in Qimao Mountain in his early years, the mountain temple where Qin Lu brought Mo Li to live was disrepair for a long time and would leak rain and air from time to time. After Mo Li was a little bigger, he could jump up and down with his light skills, he went up to the roof to repair it himself.

Qin Lu was sure that his apprentice could not fall down, so he let him go.

If you have something to do, you will be obeyed by your work, and repairing a roof is nothing.

Later, Dr. Mo practiced medicine in Zhushan County. Half of those who broke their arms and legs were caused by climbing the roof. For example, the naughty children were forgot. If there were no young and strong laborers at home, Dr. Mo would check the roof after receiving the medical fee. It was basically a minor problem of loose tiles or shifting them. Anyway, Mo Li was tidying up.

For a big hole like this, I guess I have to find a bricklayer.

Pingzhou is not as good as Yongzhou, where it is windy and snowy, so the house is almost unable to hold on.

When Mo Li came up and saw that the village chief’s family had some wealth before. The house was built very strongly and the beams were very thick. It was enough to lay these tiles and there was no need to repair them separately.

The village chief's son climbed up the ladder and handed the tiles. Because he was afraid that the darkness would not be visible to Mo Li, he even called a lantern.

Mo Li waved his hand and said no, but when he looked up, he saw a woman in the next courtyard holding the little kid and looking here. The village chief's son was also climbing a ladder. The woman hurriedly avoided her into the house.

Mo Li continued to inquire about the matter of Zangfengguan. The village chief's eldest son spoke much more directly, and there was not as many taboos as the village chief.

It turns out that the Taoist priest who was invited in the village was not actually from the original temple of Zangfeng Temple, but a small temple near Xinqing County where Zangfeng Temple disciples were called Qingfeng Temple, but they were also called Zangfeng Temple.

This is the style of the Jianghu sect. The only things that ordinary people or people with insufficient identities can come into contact with are the outer disciples.

If an inner disciple can get the true teachings, the outer disciple will learn the basics, mainly doing some errands and making money for the sect.

After hearing this, Mo Li knew that it would be useless to catch such a Taoist priest who cheated the villagers' money. He didn't know any secrets. Putting wooden boxes on the roof was a scam, and there was no other meaning.

Strangely, since that's the case, why are there always thieves coming to snatch the roof?

The moli finished repairing the roof. Before dawn, smoke from cooking was already rising in the village.

This day was the first day of the second month, and the next day was the Rain Prayer Festival. Although the Taoist priests were not invited, they still had to handle all the matters. So the villagers started to be busy early, some went to the market, and some stayed in the ancestral hall to handle sacrificial chores.

The fainting thief was tied up on the ancestral hall, guarding seven or eight men.

When the village chief's eldest son saw that the roof had been repaired, he touched his head and said a few words of thanks to Mo Li in a crooked manner, then went to the ancestral hall. His family was the miserable, so he had to ask the truth no matter what he said.

The gerbil slipped away. Mo Li wanted to stop him, but he could not catch the rat under the nose of the village chief's family, so he could only let him go.

The village chief insisted on keeping Mo Li to stay for one more day, saying that he didn't sleep well at night and it was difficult to travel during the day.

Mo Li was about to inquire about the news from the thief, so he agreed with the flow.

After entering the room, Dr. Mo packed his bags again, and the golden silk armor that almost caused trouble was still pressed on the bottom floor. Then he began to think about whether the village chief's family heard the sound when the thief cried out last night.

The sound was not small, and it was quiet at night.

Maybe I heard it, but I just don’t know what “golden silk” is.

Most people nowadays speak a strong dialect. Unless they really know that it is golden silk armor, or there is only money left in their hearts, they won’t think that it is the word “golden silk” so quickly.

The courtyard is not small in size, and the neighbors who live in the main house may hear it more clearly than the village chief who lives only one courtyard wall.

Mo Li looked at that direction thoughtfully.

If I remember correctly, it was the little kid's house who cried very hard. I saw it when I was repairing the roof just now. The woman had to repair her coat and repair her, and the little kid looked like this.

Children from poor families are at their age and have their clothes casually, because children grow up fast and every month. There is a custom of wearing hundreds of clothes among the people. Even if they are patched all over the body, the black carp doesn't care much about it.

When I saw this little kid's adult yesterday, my clothes were normal. Why did I wear so torn when I stayed at home?

The house next door is not small and not dilapidated. It was repaired at least a few years ago, which shows that life was originally acceptable.

A person's family suddenly has no money, but he is afraid that others will see that it is not only for face but also for being indescribable.

In addition, there are three types of things that can empty your family in a short period of time: you encounter a thief, get seriously ill, get involved in gambling and get addicted to prostitution.

Although the disaster is serious, even if the youngest family is stolen, it cannot be hidden from others, and there is no need to hide it at all, so it cannot be the first type. Every household in this village has the habit of selling herbs and selling herbs, and they should know some pharmacology. If they really suffer from serious illness and cannot cure them all, the villagers will also know.

So the last category is left?

Mo Li was a little confused. What if the woman just wore a torn dress?

Just as I was thinking, something came from the window.

The round gerbil struggled to get in through the crack in the window, and two of the hairs were scraped off.

Mo Li quickly took out her clothes from her bag, closed the door again, and turned around again, and there was one more person in the room.

Meng Qi was wearing his clothes slowly. When he saw Mo Li, he raised his eyebrows.

Mo Li's eyes stayed on Meng Qi's chest and abdomen for a long time until the latter pulled her single garment up.

"What's wrong with the doctor?" Meng Qi asked knowingly.

I have experienced the gerbil's claws, and the doctor's physique is relatively thin.

Because the transformed appearance is fixed, only the age difference, even the change of weight and weight cannot be achieved. Because in essence, they will not grow old, and everything is based on their current appearance. Therefore, it is impossible to become a man of the Black Tower who swept through thousands of troops.

Meng Qi was very satisfied with his "human" appearance. Relatively speaking, Mo Li was worse than that.

To judge others by oneself, Master Meng believes that the doctor may be envious of him.

Mo Li: "…"

When Master Meng was difficult to guess, it was hard to distinguish between joy and anger, but when he was easy to guess, the answer was almost written on his face.

Hope he envy?

Haha, what do he envy? Do he envy the gerbil's body?

Mo Li would rather be thinner than be a fat fish in its true form, especially the fat carp that is stupidly fat, resulting in a small head and a large body, and five times the width of the head.

Of course, Mo Li would not tell the truth directly, he pointed:

"I'm thinking, you just lost two hairs."

Meng Qi turned around stiffly, and sure enough, the hair stuck in the gap in the window lattice was revealed.

"I left this gap on purpose, and I think it should be enough. Unexpectedly... Brother Meng, it's all my fault." Mo Li said with a disgrace.

Meng Qi was speechless.

Mo Li joked and felt enough in her heart, so she regained her gentle and gentle manners and asked seriously: "Where is that thief coming from?"

"He has a very high light skills and has enough experience in the world. He almost escaped last night. So I have a guess. Do you still remember the thief who stole the golden silk armor from that villa?"

"You mean Li Konger?" Mo Li had a good memory. He said in surprise, "Isn't he dead?"

"Maybe it's his apprentice, maybe his fellow disciple, or he himself. When he saw the golden silk armor last night, he immediately blurted out. When ordinary people see this treasure, they will always be stunned for a while, right?"

Meng Qi's statement Mo Li did not agree with him. He put forward another view: "Maybe this man came for the Golden Wire Armor. Just like us, I heard that the Qingwu Patriarch took Qi to the dragon vein and dug up treasures in other places. Now, after hearing the rumors about Emperor Li and the Golden Wire Armor, I suspect that this was the conspiracy of the Qingwu Patriarch, so I guessed that the missing Golden Wire Armor was in the hands of the Qingwu Patriarch."

There is a spiritual cave near this village, which is very obvious and can be seen by everyone.

When I heard the roof of the house asking for rain, the thief took action.

Although Mo Li suspected that the Taoist priest had put some extra things in the box, he never thought of any valuable treasure. After all, this was someone else's roof, and it was not unaware of it in the mud at the bottom of the river.

Otherwise, what is the difference between giving money?
To be continued...