Scorpion gourd (I)

When Zhuangrui was only 5 or 6 years old and still lived in his old house, his favorite game was fighting crickets. He would often play with three or five small companions, flashlight in the middle of the night, catch crickets in the bricks and tiles near the circus terrace, and then start the competition to see who caught them badly.

The urbanization of that era was not as it is now. There were buildings everywhere, and the location of the old house was at the foot of Yunlong Mountain. There were all kinds of birds and insects living. Every night, there were bugs and birds singing everywhere, and a stone was opened randomly. Perhaps there was a worm like a cricket hiding underneath.

In addition to fighting crickets, after Zhuangrui knew Liu Chuan, they liked raising scorpions. In order to catch them, they ran to the vegetable fields in the suburbs. They also ran to play in the classroom because they brought them to play. They were next to Liu Chuan's father's board, but at that time they kept a green, loud-sounding scorpion, in the same place. There is no doubt that there is a lot of face in learning.

So Zhuangrui immediately recognized that it was the cry of a scorpion when he heard the sudden call just now. He was curious at the moment. He knew that most of the scorpions played in summer and autumn. Once he entered the winter, the scorpions would die because of the severe cold. The scorpions that Zhuangrui raised in his childhood never died. Live till New Year's Day, the sound of scorpions heard in my ears is loud and powerful, obviously not the kind of goods that will die in winter.

Looking at the voice, Zhuang Rui found that the cry of the scorpion came from the arms of the male brother. He wondered, "Doesn't the scorpion die in winter? Why is your call so loud?"

"Hey hey, you can't play with scorpions as soon as you look at your brother. What you said is that the scorpions kept in cages, of course, will not live long. My scorpions are kept in gourds. Every day I put them in my bosom, naturally nothing happens..."

The elder brother explained proudly, reaching into his arms and pulling it out again, holding tightly a purple gourd in the red color of his whole body.

Through his brother's explanation, Zhuangrui realized that he didn't call playing with scorpions at all before. Real good scorpions can live through the winter. Some of them have a long life and can even live for one year. However, there are many fastidious points. The first is that in winter, scorpions should pay special attention to the temperature. When the temperature is low, try not to let them. It calls, put in the gourd during the day, carry in the bosom, the temperature rises by human body temperature. The second is that although the scorpion is happy to sing, it should not exceed half an hour at a time, not more than three times a day, otherwise it will shorten the life of the scorpion.

Listening to the cries of the scorpions in front of him, Zhuangrui seemed to be back to his childhood. He could not help saying to his brother, "Can you show me this?"

"Take it, but don't take too long. Low temperature is bad for scorpions..." The male brother was also refreshed and handed Zhuangrui the gourd in his hand.

As soon as the gourd started, Zhuangrui felt warmth in his palm. He carefully looked at it. The gourd was about 10 centimeters high in the mouth, with a large stomach in the middle. It was estimated that there were 7 or 8 centimeters in the middle. The hollowed-out masks were carved with jade. They were very exquisite. The outer skin was ruddy with a quiet glow. The warmth of the old atmosphere, Zhuangrui this time mended a lot of antique knowledge, know that this is the performance of thick paste.

The scorpion in the gourd seems to feel the temperature drop and stop singing. Zhuangrui habitually releases the spirit in his eyes when he looks at the gourd.

"Huh?"

Just when Reiki came into contact with the scorpion gourd, a familiar feeling came into Zhuangrui's eyes. Reiki, yes, a faint breath blended into Zhuangrui's eyes. Although the increase of Reiki after returning to his eyes is very small, Zhuangrui is still clear. Sensed, this scorpion gourd is obviously containing spiritual spirit.

"Male brother, right? I like this thing. Do you sell it or not? I used to play this when I was a kid. Now I see it's very kind. If you want to sell it, you can make a price.

Zhuangrui first returned the gourd to his male brother, then pretended to be casual without changing his color. He asked, knowing that all the people who can hang around in this market are human spirits. If you show a little interest in this object, they will immediately boast that they have nothing in the sky or in the ground.

Although the spirit contained in this gourd is far inferior to that couplet and manuscript, it is also the third spiritual object Zhuangrui encountered. If the price is not very expensive, Zhuangrui would like to buy it.

"I play this for myself, not for sale."

When he heard Zhuangrui's words, his face showed a slight embarrassment. This time, he was not trying hard, but because he had kept the scorpion for almost half a year. He had to carry it on his body every day and carefully feed some miscellaneous insects. It was considered that he had raised his feelings. After hearing Zhuangrui's words, he really felt reluctant. Must not.

Zhuangrui did not give up his heart and encouraged him to say, "Male brother, I really like this one. You see if you can cut off love. The price is up to you. I bought it when it's appropriate. You're a lucky person for the New Year. I've also found something I like. Everyone's not happy about it."

"Brother Xiong, wait till Autumn. You can have another one. This brother likes it. Let him have it." The monkey on the other side also talked about it. In his opinion, a scorpion is nothing more than ten yuan and eight yuan. Since this man wants to buy it, that's not what he sells.

Brother Xiong's face changed and he was also heartbeat. He bought the scorpion for 20 yuan six months ago. As for the gourd, it was purchased from the stall the year before last when he lived in Uncle Tianjin.

Thinking of this, the male brother looked perfect and said to Zhuangrui, "My scorpion is excellent. You heard a cry just now. It's loud. It's not me blowing. No one can play scorpion in the whole market. If you really like it, I'll make a price. If you think it's right, I'll sell it................................... "..."

"You say it." Zhuangrui returned.

"One thousand yuan, no two price, I even sold you the scorpion gourd, I gourd is a good thing, in front of the"Jiya Xuan"that the old man sold 800 yuan yesterday I did not sell.

The male brother bit his teeth and said that his remark was half true and half false. The owner of the antique shop in Jiya Xuan did overbid him for the gourd yesterday, but it was only 100 yuan. Now, when he comes to the male brother's mouth, he has overpaid 700 yuan for the gourd.

A thousand yuan, Zhuangrui thought about it in his heart, but decided to buy it. After all, since the generation of Reiki in his eyes, this is the third thing that can increase Reiki. A thousand yuan is not a lot, even if it is totally lost, he also lost.

"Okay, male brother, since you are willing to cut love, 1000 yuan is 1000 yuan, you take the money, but the things belong to me..."

When the male brother and the monkey looked at Zhuang Rui's face, Zhuang Rui spoke, took out his wallet directly from his pocket, counted out a thousand yuan and handed it to him, and took the scorpion gourd over. According to the male brother's previous appearance, he put the gourd close to him. The male brother did look reluctant to take the money and counted it casually. I put it in my pocket, but my eyes couldn't stop looking at the place where Zhuangrui put his scorpions.

Across the clothes, touching the scorpion gourd in his arms, Zhuangrui walked slowly to Liu Chuan's pet store, feeling a little happy. After all, he took out an object with spiritual spirit. Although the spiritual spirit absorbed was a little scarce, it was more boring than bored.