Folk Tales: Ghost Hands and Immortals Knead

Folk stories are one of the important categories of folk literature. I bring you a folk story: Skillful hands, come and have a look.

Author: Hu Fuyun

In the Republic of China, a small shop was opened next to the gate of peace preservation corps's residence in the south street of Zaoyang County. People are surprised at who ate the courage of Xiong Xinbao and dared to make money in the land of tigers and wolves. The shopkeeper appeared, an old man in his fifties and sixties, with a pair of small hands, calling himself Su Xiaoxiao. He set up a small bed in the shop, put some plasters on the console table and did a relaxing massage with his little hands.

One night in the middle of winter, the wind was cold and the snow was falling. The shop was empty, and Sue covered her sleeves with her hands and stamped her feet. She was about to close the shop when she heard something at the entrance of the peacekeeping force. Sue's little hand glanced at him curiously, only to see Ma Xiaowu, the adjutant of the security team, beating a unkempt man fiercely with a whip. The man limped away with one leg and his mouth was full of crying. Sue knew this man, and he was taken as a servant to burn wood and charcoal for the military camp.

The woodcutter was badly beaten by Ma Xiaowu, and Xiao Su couldn't bear it. He stepped forward and waved his hand to dissuade him: "Assistant Ma, I can't help it. Who will burn wood for you if it breaks down? " Ma Xiaowu stopped and cursed angrily: "This son of a bitch, waiting for firewood in the kitchen and charcoal fire in the group seat, sprained his lazy foot!" " Sue's little hand bent down to look and found that it was a sprained ankle. He got up and said, "Assistant Ma doesn't have to be angry. He sprained his foot. When the old man presses it and puts on the plaster, it will be like a kite tomorrow morning. "

Sue helped the woodcutter into the house, sat him in a chair, and brought a bench to cushion his injured foot. I saw him bring a basin of ice water, put his hands into the basin, flushed with cold and rubbing his hands. His little hands were black and blue at once, and his bones were strange and lonely, like a pair of ghost hands. Sue put a pair of strange hands on the woodcutter's swollen ankles and rubbed them left and right. After repeated several times, she took a piece of plaster and tore it open. She stuck it with a bang, pushed her foot off the bench with one hand and said, "Ok, get up and try two steps." With a grain of salt, the firewood collector stepped on one foot slowly, showing a surprised face and left gratefully.

Ma Xiaowu opened his mouth for a long time before saying, "Wow, old man, your ghost hands are amazing!" "

Sue's little hand gloated: "Why else do friends in the Jianghu call me' Magic Hand'? However, it is easy to relax your muscles and bones, and the elderly are better at massage! "

Ma Xiaowu was angry: "You are a leg-slapper. I want to see how capable you are! " He took off his shoes and lay on his back in the small bed.

Sue's hand was full of strength, and she shook off the quilt covering Ma Xiaowu. Q: "Adjutant Ma, are you deeply pinching? Or tap? "

Ma Xiaowuyi was stunned and said curiously, "I have never eaten big pork. I have seen a big pig walk, but I have seen a handy maid in a big house pinch her legs, hit her back and press acupuncture points. Never heard of deep kneading and shallow pressing. Why don't you tell me how to squeeze deeply? What kind of tap? "

Sue smiled and introduced Ma Xiaowu: "This massage is simple to say and really simple to do. You can really do it seriously, so you can pay attention. Let's put it this way, this kind of shallow pressing is to point the acupoints, exercise the bones and muscles, and let people relieve fatigue and relax. There is still a deep pinch ... "Before Xiao Su finished, Ma Xiaowu shouted," Then give me a deep pinch! "

"All right!" Sue's little hand gave a cry and ran to the end of the bed. She reached into the quilt and grabbed Ma Xiaowu's foot. Her thumb was tightly buckled on the Yongquan point under her feet, and then she relaxed three times. Ma Xiaowu suddenly felt like a spring breeze, refreshed. Suddenly, Sue grabbed Ma Xiaowu's foot and shook it hard, making her bones creak and her limbs weak. Sue's little hand turned over like a fly, flapping gently, slowly holding the acupoint, and Ma Xiaowu was dying ... Half an hour later, Sue's little hand held Ma Xiaowu up.

Ma Xiaowu's face was cheerful and his words were much more humble: "Old man, you ... are really smart! Why didn't I know you had such a good craft? "

Sue nodded and said, "Assistant Ma is a busy man. How can he pay attention to small shops? " Ma Xiaowu nodded, took out a few copper coins and threw them on the bed. "I remember you and will come again in the future." Sue couldn't help saying, "Welcome Assistant Ma to our shop!"

Three nights later, the snow was still falling. Sue's little hand was about to close when someone broke in. When he looked intently, it turned out to be Ma Xiaowu. He quickly smiled and helped him to bed. Ma Xiaowu repeatedly waved his hand and said, "Grandpa, last time you gave me a pinch, it was really comfortable. It's been three days, and I'm still comfortable! " No, I'll introduce you to another big client. As long as you are comfortable with his old man's house, there are plenty of oceans. "

Sue's little hand turned around, and a fat man with five big and three thick blocked the door like a door panel. Sue hands a stare blankly, hurriedly greeted with a smile, stretched out his hand and unbuttoned his leather coat, helped the fat man to the bed and covered the quilt.

Sue rubbed her hands and ran to the bed. The bony ghost hand reached out to a man's fat head like a meatball and was about to buckle to his neck. Ma Xiaowu, who stood by, suddenly changed his face, slapped Sue's hand, pulled out his box gun and said sharply, "What are you doing?" With the shouts, a group of soldiers rushed into the door, and the short guy pointed to Sue's little hand.

Sue's hands were frightened to disgrace: "What's the matter? I ... I'm going to have sex! " "Nonsense! You have to pinch the soles of your feet first, how can you pinch your neck? " Su Song breathed a sigh of relief, then smiled and said, "It's about the same, Ma. The old man said you don't mind. You are a servant and sent to run errands. Naturally, it starts with the feet. This officer is different. He is the boss and naturally has to start from scratch. "

The fat man stood up and stared at Sue's ghost hand, waved the guard out, and lay down to signal Sue's hand to start again. Sue took a deep breath, put her finger on the acupuncture point on the fat man's head and began to massage. Fat people are particularly comfortable. As Sue's fingers turned up and down on him, the bones loosened and the whole person was on cloud nine. An hour later, Sue's hand didn't stop. The fat man looked lazy and woke up from a nap, as if his tongue was comfortably tilted and said, "What a clever hand!" " "He motioned Ma Xiaowu to pay, put on his fur coat and left. Ma Xiaowu put that guy away and lost two oceans.

Sue looked at the snowflakes flying all over the sky. After waiting for a while, I froze and got lost. In the snowstorm, another man broke in, a firewood collector. He knelt before Sue's little hand with a bang, his eyes full of fire. He said, "Master, take me as a disciple, I ... I'm going to kill that fat man!" " Sue's little hand was startled: "This ... Why is this?" The woodcutter told the story in tears. ...

It turns out that this fat man is Ma Jinquan, the head of the peacekeeping mission, and he is a traitor who commits adultery and murder. A year ago, Ma Jinquan led the security team to Nanshan to fight bandits, plunged into the small mountain village where the firewood man was located, and drove the young men in the village to the mountain outside the village to repair the fortifications. Those beautiful girls and kannika nimtragol were taken as domestic servants. Chrysanthemum, firewood man's new wife, is among them. The delicate appearance of chrysanthemum immediately attracted the attention of the traitor Ma Jinquan. She was lewd and raped chrysanthemum in broad daylight. Chrysanthemum was strong-willed, and hanged herself in tears after being humiliated. The woodcutter bent down to work as a coolie in the security team, just to find a way to kill Ma Jinquan. ...

Sue's little hand pricked up and said, "As you said, this traitor deserves to die."

The firewood man begged, "As long as the master pretends to accept me as a disciple, and when the traitor comes again, you let me stand aside and pretend to teach me fingering, I will cut him with a firewood knife. After I got it, I committed suicide and never bothered Master again. "

Sue shook her head again and again and said, "Even so, it's not as simple as you think. Think about it, that traitor is crowding round, and your firewood knife hasn't been cut down yet, so I'm afraid it would have been beaten into a hornet's nest by random guns. As long as you trust the old man and come to the store every night, I will definitely pay you back. " The firewood collector hesitated and nodded firmly. Since then, he has come here every night.

It's the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month in a blink of an eye, and the gloomy weather can't stop the festivals in the street. On auspicious days, busy wedding teams always pass by the street. When it was dark, the woodcutter had just entered the shop. As soon as the door was dark, Ma Xiaowu came, holding Ma Jinquan in his arms. Ma Jinquan went to bed without saying anything. Xiao Su stopped to shake hands with him and said, "Please wait a moment, sir. I'll give him a hand first. " With that, he grabbed the man who was collecting firewood. Ma Jinquan's face changed, and Su quickly explained with a smile: "Sir, today is his big day. The book says that a beautiful woman in the south just got married and a talented person in the east graduated from school. Candles in the bridal chamber are a great pleasure in life. He can't go into the bridal chamber to meet the bride like this, can he? " Ma Xiaowu had a fit, swore and drove away the woodcutter. Ma Jinquan stopped waving and looked at the woodcutter lying in bed. Xiao Sushou wry smile way: "Sir, this is another fingering, but unsightly. Please forgive me. " Ma Jinquan hesitated and went out with Ma Xiaowu.

Half an hour later, the shop door opened and the firewood collector came out. He is a completely different person, slim and full of energy, and the whole person is completely new. Ma Jinquan came in in surprise and asked inarticulate, "What fingering is this? So amazing? " Su Xiaoxiao smiled and said, "Of course, it is a fingering that makes the groom look refreshed. Don't say he is a young man, even an old man in his fifties and sixties. I can also make him feel refreshed in front of the bride! " Ma Jinquan suddenly turned to go out after hearing what Sue said. He turned to Sue and said, "Well, it's getting late today. I'll let you massage another day. "

Ten days later, on the eighteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, it finally cleared up. The street is bustling, but Sue's shop is deserted. He sent off the woodcutter and stubbornly guarded the shop, expecting to wait for the last customer. Just then, Su Xiaoxiao heard a familiar footstep, but saw Ma Jinquan break in alone, with his tongue between his legs, and said gruffly, "I thought you were asleep. Today, Lao Tzu is going to be the groom again. Please pinch me with the fingers that pinch the groom. "

Xiao Sushou got up and promised, put the quilt on Ma Jinquan, and pointed his finger at him like lightning. Suddenly he said, "You never know, a mountain thief who committed rape and murder more than ten years ago suddenly became the head of the security guard."

Ma Jinquan was shocked, but he couldn't move. He was surprised and asked, "Do you know me?"

Xiao Sushou looked at him coldly. "You are not a mountain thief Ma Sanmei? I have been with you for more than ten years, and I know it when it burns to ashes. "

Ma Jinquan's eyes widened in surprise, but he still didn't know Sue's little hand. He lay limp on the bed, his tongue getting shorter and shorter, and asked in fear, "Who are you?"

Sue stood in front of him with a flame burning in her eyes and asked, "Do you remember a woman named Xiang Xiu outside Qingtan Town fifteen years ago? That's my daughter ... "

Ma Jinquan turned white and opened his mouth to reveal half his tongue. He suddenly understood ... fifteen years ago, he went down the mountain with his minions and looted Qingtan town. When he returned to the mountain, a handsome woman outside the town dragged her into the house to commit violence. The woman resisted desperately and bit off half his tongue. Ma Jinquan became angry from embarrassment and drew his sword to kill her.

Sue's little hand went on to say, "After my daughter died, I followed you to pay off her blood debt. It's a pity that you're crowding round, and you always have no way to start. I'm getting older every day, and when I can't do anything, I thought of approaching you in this way. God pity me, I finally got what I wanted! "

Ma Jinquan suddenly realized: "Give Ma Xiaowu * * * … You set all this up … a condom?"

"Didn't you just go in?"

"You dare not kill me, this is Zaoyang City, and my people are everywhere." Ma Jinquan was very scared and threatened.

Sue "hey hey" smiled, meaning something, but Ma Jinquan was speechless. Sue said, "* * * is a bit particular. I said, those who work hard start from the top, and those who work hard start from the bottom. You are not a laborer, and neither are you. People who work hard are just raping and killing, so let's start from the heart. " Then, those bony ghost hands went straight into Ma Jinquan's heart. ...

Early the next morning, Ma Xiaowu took the guards to look for the missing Ma Jinquan in the bridal chamber, but he was nowhere to be seen. Ma Xiaowu remembered something and ran to Sue's shop only to find that the door was locked. Ma Xiaowu had the door lock smashed open, and Ma Jinquan was lying on the bed of * * *, as if he were still sleeping.

Ma Xiaowu carefully pulled Ma Jinquan's arm, but his arm drooped like cooked noodles. Ma Xiaowu turned pale with fear and quickly reached out to help. Ma Jinquan is like a pool of mud, and his bones are broken inch by inch. ...

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