After saying that, Lao Chaitou lit the stove, put an iron pot on the stove, poured a spoonful of oil in it, and after a while, he grabbed a handful of green onion and sprinkled it into the pot. With a "swish", a scent of green onion immediately floated in the small earthen house.

I was so hungry that I was dizzy since the beginning. When I smelled the fragrance, I suddenly became excited. I forgot about the terror of Lao Chaitou. I came to him and looked at the scallion in the pot and asked him, "What are you doing?"

Lao Chai Tou first replied to me in a very brief manner: "Soup." After a while, he turned around and asked me: "Have you eaten the candy?"

I shook my head, and Lao Chaitou pointed to the cabinet next to the earthen kang and told me: "Go, take a piece of candy. Only after eating candy can you drink the soup."

I originally wanted to ask him "why", but at this time my eyes just met his eyes. His eyes were still the same, and they were straight, making people feel panicked from the bottom of my heart at a glance. I didn't dare to say a word, so I took a candy to the bedside table, peeled the candy paper and stuffed it into my mouth.

During this period, Lao Chaitou kept staring at me intently. When I stuffed the candy into my mouth, he also said, "Don't vomit it out!"

Just as he said this, I was really going to spit out the candy in my mouth because the candy was bitter, even bitterer than the coptis water I drank when I was a child. And while chewing, another fishy smell appeared in the bitterness. This kind of thing was eaten in my mouth, making people feel disgusting.

But I was so scared of Lao Chaitou that I swallowed hard that I swallowed the whole piece of candy whole. Then the bitterness and fishy smell rolled in my stomach. I accidentally burped, and the smell that spurted out of my mouth almost made me feel disgusted to death.

"Hold on when you want to burp. The candy you eat is used to replenish yang energy. When you burp like this, all the yang energy that has just been replenished will be released." Lao Chaitou said as he took out an old bag from under the pot.

The bag was placed on the cutting board for cutting vegetables. Lao Chaitou carefully opened it. I saw a meat ball the size of a fist wrapped inside. Under the light, the meat ball showed a very soft yellow-white color, and it seemed to be translucent. From a distance, it looked like a warm and soft topaz.

Lao Chaitou was stunned at the meat ball on the table for a while, and then looked at me again. After that, as if he had made up his mind, he picked up a kitchen knife at a quick speed and put the meat ball into two. Half of it was repacked and placed under the pot; the other half was cut into diced meat by Lao Chaitou and poured into the pot.

Soon, the water in the iron pot boiled, and a strong smell mixed with water vapor floating around the house. The smell was hard to describe. It seemed to be the aroma of meat mixed with the aroma of bamboo shoots, or fish or milk. In short, it was the aroma. As for the aroma of fragrance, it could not be said.

Smelling the fragrance, my saliva was about to stay. Lao Chai Tou took out a large enamel jar from the cabinet, poured the soup in the pot into the jar, and then placed the jar on the small stool beside me.

"Hot, wait until it's cold before drinking." Lao Chaitou said, lit the dry tobacco and sat on the kang and started smoking.

At this time, the bitter smell in my mouth had dissipated, and the fragrance that kept floating out of the jar called out the greed in my stomach. When I looked at the milky yellow soup in the jar, my stomach was rumbling.

Lao Chaitou probably couldn't bear to see my impatient look, so he gave me a spoon and asked me to drink slowly and be careful not to burn it.

I used a spoon to put the soup into my mouth one by one. Every time I took a sip, I felt indescribable satisfaction. The yellow and white "cubes" emitted a full aroma as soon as I entered my mouth, which made me almost swallowed my tongue.

Lao Chaitou sat on the kang, smoking a dry tobacco while chatting with me.

He first asked me what I was born in. I said I was born in the rabbit, and then asked me which birthday it was. I said it was September 9th. I was young at that time and didn’t know whether there was a difference between the lunar calendar and the solar calendar. I only knew that my mother said that my birthday was the ninth day of the ninth month.

But Lao Chaitou didn't ask much, just nodded and asked me again: "Are you born during the day or at night?"

I drank the soup happily and said without thinking: "I don't know, it's not at night anyway. My mother said that the sun was quite strong that day. When I was born, the sunlight shone on the bed." After that, I took a big mouthful of soup.

Lao Chaitou raised his right hand, pinched his fingers for a while, and then smiled and said to himself like a flower: "What will happen if this birthday is not Yang Lingzi's reincarnation?"

But after a while, Lao Chaitou's face became a little gloomy again, but he was still muttering to himself: "The second leader said that my master-disciple relationship is fate but no separation, and it is useless to force it. Alas, how about fate but no separation?"

When Lao Chai said this, he kept staring at me. I finally understood why he always looked straight when he looked at people - because he never blinked. But this time, his eyes were not as bright as last time. It would be good that way, at least Lao Chai didn't look that scary.

After that, Lao Chaitou didn't say anything. I drank a whole jar of thick soup, and then burped twice with satisfaction, and then the earthen house fell into a state of silence.

Lao Chai looked at me with a frustration and said nothing. I held the enamel jar for serving soup and felt embarrassed to speak. The two of them were silent until Lao Chai finished smoking a pot of cigarettes and silently added another pot, and then began to stare at me.

I felt a little scared when I was staring at him like this, so I cleared my throat and used my words to divert his attention: "Who is Yang Lingzi?"

Lao Chaitou was obviously awakened by my words. He was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Yang Lingzi is not a person, but a general term for a kind of person. Such people, the heavenly stems and earthly branches in their destiny were originally the strongest yin and weak yang, but they were also spread out the purest hour of yang energy in decades, and even a pure yang energy was incorporated into their natal life. People like this have different numerology and do not conform to the four pillars, and their destiny does not enter the five elements, but most of them live long and can withstand strong winds and waves. However, those who are strong are prone to break, so such people often have bumps in their lives."

Lao Chaitou said something half-literally. I was too young at that time and couldn't understand it at all, but he still nodded vigorously with a sudden look on his face.

Unexpectedly, Lao Chaitou saw me through a moment. He gave me a blank look and said, "Precaution to understand if you don't understand, you are a little bitch! Are you full?"

I touched my round belly: "I'm full."

Lao Chai Tou turned off the tobacco pot and took out a very thin red line from under the pillow, asking me to stand and stop moving. Then he bent down and tied a knot on my ankle with the red line. His fingers were very thick, and there was a thick layer of calluses on his joints. It looked heavy and rough, but it was extremely flexible when moving.

The red thread of the hair was as thick as a thin one on Lao Chaitou's hands, as if it was alive. The two threads were drilling along Lao Chaitou's fingers, and a very complicated lock knot was quickly formed.

Lao Chai cut off the extra red line, then straightened his waist and shouted outside the dirt house: "Come in!"

As soon as I finished speaking, my dad pushed the door and came in. My uncle and my mom followed my dad. When I entered the room, my uncle shrugged his nose and said, "How does this taste? It smells so good."

Lao Chaitou crossed his legs and held the dry tobacco. He said indifferently: "It's not a great thing, it's just a pot of ordinary meat soup to replenish the vitality of the child."

Although these words sound casual, I found that Lao Chaitou's mouth twitched suddenly as he spoke, and then he thought about his hesitant look when he was cutting meat just now. That piece of meat-like but not meat must be very precious to him.

My mother is still worried about me now, and asked Lao Chai with an anxious look: "Uncle Chai, what's wrong with my Yangyang?"

Lao Chaitou took a sip of cigarette and said slowly: "What else can you do? Just hit the evil. But you don't have to worry too much. I have already formed a yang lock on him. This yang lock will be carried for three days. After three days, you will find a man with heavy yang energy to remove the lock."

My uncle has always been very interested in those divine things. When he met me, he breathed a sigh of relief and asked Lao Chai curiously: "What is Yang Lock?"

"Isn't that?" Lao Chaitou pointed at the red rope on my ankle with a cigarette rod and said, "It's not a day or two for this child to be targeted by evil spirits. The yang energy is greatly damaged. Although I have tried to replenish him with yang energy, his body is too weak, and even if it is replenished, it will easily dissipate. As the name suggests, this yang lock is to lock his yang energy and not leak out. However, people pay attention to the coordination of yin and yang. The yang lock can lock his yang energy and will also prevent the yin energy from entering his body. Over time, it will still cause the yin energy outside to be unbalanced. Therefore, it can only be taken for three days, and after three days, it must be taken off. Well, it is five o'clock now. Remember this time. Before six o'clock the day after tomorrow, you must remove the yang lock."

My mother came to me, tried my forehead with her hands, and then breathed a sigh of relief: "Oh, the fever finally subsided." Then she turned to Lao Chaitou and wanted to thank her.

But before my mother could speak, Lao Chai waved his hand at my mother: "If you want to thank me, there are still some dirty clothes in my cabinet, just wash it for me. In this way, we can take it and no one owe it to anyone."

My mother and my dad were stunned at the same time, and looked at each other with an inexplicable expression on their faces. I'm afraid no one would have expected that Lao Chaitou would suddenly make such a request.
Chapter completed!