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The Taoist Wang said that there were very few people who talked about the matters of the Maoju Spirit. It was a 'bastard' born from the Yellow Skin and Fox Day. As mentioned earlier, these five deities were already placed in the Immortal Class in the Northeast, but for Maoju Spirit, one reason was that they could not get to the top, and the second reason was that there were very few people who knew about it, so they could only be called 'gods', not 'immortals'.
The guests were dumbfounded. They only knew that there were five legendary things known as ”Hu, Huang, Bai, Liu and Hui”, which were the fox, weasel, hedgehog, snake and mouse. However, they had never heard of the ”Maoju Spirit” thing.
The customer immediately asked, What the f * * k! Yellow skinned and foxes were both evil creatures, so wouldn't the items these two came up with be even more so?
The Taoist Wang was right, but when he just moved here, he was fortunate enough to have seen it before, and only then did he know that the Maoju Spirit really existed.
The mature Maoju Spirit was very big, even a size bigger than a domesticated adult dog.
There were usually two kinds of Maoju Spirit. The first kind was' greedy for money ', they had inherited the glorious tradition of being a yellow-skinned man — stealing food and the personality of having to take revenge.
When they go in and out of the house, they carry a small bag that can hold a lot of things.
The dumplings that were boiled in the pot had half a bag of rice noodles, and it had stolen them from the cloth bag.
The Taoist Wang met Maoju Spirit three years ago, and it just so happened to be New Year's Eve at that time.
A mother and son lived in the west end of the village. The son was in his forties and was a bachelor. He had never married before.
That year, during the Spring Festival, Maoju Spirit visited his home. On the night of New Year's Eve, his old mother helped him wrap a curtain of dumplings. On the morning of the first day, he woke up early, opened the door, and started cooking the dumplings.
He boiled the dumplings in the pot, thinking it was time to stir them, so he lifted the lid and turned the dumplings over in the iron pot.
Flipping through it, he felt that something was wrong. Strange! Why were these dumplings so hard? He hit the pot so hard that it jingled. At that time, the heat coming out of the pot was too big, so he couldn't see clearly. He blew a mouthful of air and took a closer look. What the f * ck! How was this a dumpling? It was clearly a stone egg from the riverbank!
The stone eggs in the riverbank were milky white in color. There were large and small eggs, and they were circular and irregular in shape. However, the stone eggs in the wok were absolutely evenly proportioned.
Poor old bachelor, even the dumplings on the first day of the new year were swapped out, and they were changed after being boiled in a pot.
This person's temper was a little stubborn, and he immediately became angry. He picked up the pot, which was filled with water and stones, and flipped it.
On the first day of the new year, it was not just this unlucky guy who lost all the dumplings. There was another household in the village where the dumplings were also lost, but while they were cooking dumplings, they discovered that there were no dumplings left on the curtain. However, the cloth covering the dumplings was still properly covered.
The next year was nearing the Spring Festival, and after the 20th day of the 20th month, every family was busy with steamed bean buns. Since the rural area was short of noodles, it was already considered good to have a meal of noodles during the Chinese New Year, so the bean buns were steamed into a large vat and placed in the yard.
One day, three or four women from the village helped another to steam the beans. Some kneaded dough, some wrapped, some steamed, they steamed them out one drawer at a time and poured them into the large wok, ready to cool down before putting them in the large vat.
When the Grand Net was almost full, something strange happened.