Chapter 2848 Mortal Life
The sound of bells came in the early morning, shaking the sparse morning fog, and the doors of thousands of households opened one after another.
A new day begins and the city bursts into life.
That night, Tang Zhen slept very comfortably.
He has not slept for a long time, and now that he has become a mortal, he has the opportunity to experience this feeling again.
After stretching, Tang Zhen got out of bed and looked around.
"Yes, the house is very clean."
Tang Zhen said in a complimentary tone, and then looked at the corner of the room, where there was a faint black shadow.
Seeing Tang Zhen look at him, the black figure bowed and saluted, and then disappeared quietly.
There is a broom at the door. The board is placed upright, as neatly as other tools.
The stale smell that originally filled the house has disappeared. It turns out that the window has been opened a small crack, and a breeze is blowing into the house.
The weeds in the yard were also cleaned up, and no place was missed.
This made Tang Zhen very satisfied, and he considered whether to upgrade the other party to a servant, responsible for daily cleaning and washing.
Although it was once the owner of this house, it was in the past after all. The owner now is himself, and he has the right to decide whether the other party will stay or go.
It's not impossible to stay, but you have to work hard, and I don't want idlers here.
After opening the door, a breeze blows, making people feel relaxed and happy.
The neighbors' eyes widened and they stared blankly at Tang Zhen standing at the door, with an undisguised shock on their expressions.
When did this haunted house get a new owner?
"Good morning, everyone!"
Tang Zhen said hello and slowly walked to the opposite side of the street, where there was also a noodle stall.
The aroma filled the streets, making Tang Zhen swallow his saliva because he was already ravenous.
This mortal body has really good digestion ability and will feel hungry from time to time.
The desire for food and drink is also enjoyment, so Tang Zhen just let nature take its course and have a good taste of the delicacies of the world.
A bowl of thin noodles with fried sauce and a handful of spicy condiments will make you sweat.
The noodle stall owner looked at Tang Zhen and asked curiously. After learning that he had just bought the house opposite, his expression became a little strange.
Tang Zhen smiled and said nothing. Of course he knew what his neighbors were thinking, thinking that he had been deceived into buying a haunted house.
How could I know that I was buying one, getting one free, and got a servant sweeping the floor for free.
While eating, the short-bearded man hurried over and happened to see Tang Zhen eating.
He was overjoyed and immediately took out a transaction contract and prepared to complete the next transaction.
Tang Zhen did not write any ink, signed and pledged, and handed over the remaining house payment to the other party.
When the short-bearded man was about to leave, Tang Zhen suddenly stopped him and said in a calm tone: "If you meet a beggar on the road, give alms to them. If you have nothing to do, don't go home early. This way you can avoid trouble."
"You must be sick!"
The short-bearded man snorted coldly. He didn't take these words to heart at all. Instead, he laughed at Tang Zhen for having no brain.
I guess in a few days, I will regret it and cry.
On the way back, the short-bearded man encountered a beggar begging and kicked him away in disgust.
After returning to the shop, the short-bearded man always felt uneasy, and Tang Zhen's words flashed through his mind from time to time.
Unable to suppress his doubts, the short-bearded man returned home, but he didn’t want to directly reveal that his wife was having an affair with a friend.
The short-bearded man was so angry that he almost went crazy. He picked up the door bolt and smashed it, and soon the two of them fell into a pool of blood.
Seeing that the murder was committed, the short-bearded man was extremely frightened and fled the scene of the crime.
But he didn’t want to pay attention to his clothes because he was walking in a hurry. It turned out that there was a large blood stain on it. Originally, because there were fewer people in the morning, there was a chance to escape, but the short-bearded man was unlucky and ran into the beggar who was kicked away by him.
When the beggar saw him walking in a hurry with an evil look on his face and a large piece of fresh blood on his body, he immediately became suspicious in his heart.
The warrior who patrolled the street happened to pass by, and the beggar immediately reported the discovery and pointed out the identity of the short-bearded man.
After receiving the report, the street patrol warriors immediately sounded the whistle and followed, and soon caught the short-bearded man.
Due to the beggar’s report, the short-bearded man was captured and is expected to die.
If he had been willing to give alms, he might have been able to escape the disaster, but in the end he didn't do it.
It didn’t take long for this incident to spread and become a topic of conversation among city residents.
The words Tang Zhen once said were remembered by the neighbors, and they all couldn't help but marvel.
As for Tang Zhen himself, he didn't care at all.
He just reminded him casually, not caring about the result. In fact, even if he made it clear, would the short-bearded man really believe it?
Good words can never persuade a damn ghost. Tang Zhen just wanted to test how powerful the ordinary divination technique could be.
The results have proven that mortals' divination skills are indeed not weak. They can determine life and death with just one word, and can even see through the trend of national destiny.
This happened just casually. It can be said that it was forgotten after the incident and did not linger in my heart at all.
I walked around the streets and bought firewood, rice, oil and salt, and my life was over.
At the same time, pens, inks, paper, inkstones, and things used by literati were sent to the blacksmith shop one after another.
Seeing people coming in and out constantly, the neighbors looked on with cold eyes, wondering how long this new foreigner could stay here?
In fact, in their hearts, they also hope that Tang Zhen can live longer, which proves that the blacksmith shop has returned to peace.
When you rest at night, you can also sleep more peacefully.
Close the door and the small courtyard becomes a world of its own.
Tang Zhen opened the original owner's wardrobe, took out a set of new and not old clothes, and placed them on the table.
Then he dipped his pen in ink and wrote lines of runes on the inside of his clothes, which looked mysterious and strange.
After writing the clothes, write pants, shoes, and a pair of animal skin gloves.
After finishing writing, Tang Zhen threw the brush aside and turned to look at the corner next to him.
"The clothes have been prepared for you. After putting them on, light a fire for me to strike the iron. It's a pity that the blacksmith shop is abandoned. It's better to continue to operate.
If you don't want to do it, then do it earlier. Get out of here, this is no longer your home.”
After Tang Zhen finished speaking, he walked slowly to the small courtyard and lay down on a chair.
The tall figure hidden in the corner slowly walked to the table and tentatively grabbed the clothes and pants.
Soon these clothes were put on, and a tall figure appeared in the room, floating around as if it was weightless.
After a moment of silence, it bowed to Tang Zhen and eagerly walked to the stove.
As the fire sickle struck, the coke in the stove was ignited, and smoke rose again from the chimney that had been silent for a long time.
Throw the iron ingot into the furnace, and after it burns red, the tall figure swings the hammer and strikes continuously.
Hearing the sound of blacksmithing, the neighbors were stunned at the same time, and their bodies began to tremble slightly.
This sound is very familiar to them. When the blacksmith was still alive, he would make this tinkling sound every day.
In the blacksmith shop, which was already known as a ghost house, the sound of forging came again, and anyone would feel that something was wrong.
The neighbors are secretly guessing, will they see Tang Zhen’s body tomorrow morning?
Unexpectedly, early the next morning, the long-closed blacksmith shop suddenly opened for business.
On the old weapon racks, there are gleaming long swords and knives, which are obviously new products that have just been cast.
Tang Zhen was sitting in the shop, looking at the neighbors who were poking their heads outside, with a harmless smile on his face.
(End of this chapter)