The old monk's words were still fresh in his mind at this moment. He said that there would be great chaos in the future, which inevitably reminded him of the Beimang War that Mr. Song and others talked about.
At present, it is still unknown whether the master has arrived in L city, so he must prepare for a rainy day.
When we came to the Drum Tower in the Old City, this tower gate was supposed to be a sight in L city. Now the city walls on both sides are still there. Although the huge and thick city gate is decayed, it has stood tall and tall. When people stand under the gate wall, they can't help but feel a sense of wonder.
Feeling small.
Passing the Drum Tower, he saw only a few scattered houses. When Xu Tong looked at the residence of his master, Mr. Song, he was immediately disappointed. It was an empty wasteland with nothing in it.
Thinking about it, L City at this time was not the big tourist city in my memory. When people were very poor, let alone traveling, even a trip back to her husband's house would take a day on a bicycle.
The old city is its own name. This is now the center of L City. Beyond the Drum Tower, it is the suburbs.
But if there is a loss, there must be a gain.
Although L City is still in an old state, the delicacies passed down through the ages still maintain their original flavor.
A bowl of hot braised noodles with braised beef cubes on top. Each piece is large and tender. The thick soup and chewy noodles will make you feel happy and satisfied after one bite.
There are also all kinds of soups that I am familiar with. The soups of this era do not have any messy flavor enhancers, and are completely cooked with secret recipes passed down from generation to generation.
The flavor is overflowing with fragrance, and the entrance is fresh and sweet. The simple seasoning is often only a spoonful of salt, and when paired with the thick sesame seed cakes, one bowl is worth it.
Since he didn't find his master's house, Xu Tong simply started the rhythm of shopping and eating. Who would have thought that in the script space, he could only jump repeatedly between life and death.
The taste of food changes with each era. If you don't taste it once, you will be sorry for your stomach.
After eating so much, Xu Tongcai was satisfied and prepared to find a car to drive back. When he reached the Tianqiao intersection of Ma Shi Street, a sound of gongs was heard, attracting a crowd of people on the bridge to watch.
Xu Tong didn't want to look too much, but he couldn't stand the pushing of the crowd, so he happened to be squeezed in the front. When he looked around, he saw an old man holding a gong and banging it hard.
A child of seven or eight years old was holding a large dark wooden jar. The jar was bigger than the child, but it was as if it were nothing in the child's hands. He kicked and swung it around, causing everyone to cheer.
When the old man saw that people were gathered around him, he knocked the gong in his hand, and something strange happened. The jar actually started to move on its own. The child reached out to grab it, but the jar strangely avoided it.
The child scratched his head and scratched a few more times. Instead of catching the jar, the jar spun around and tripped him to the ground.
Everyone could obviously see that the child was acting, but they didn't know why the jar moved. However, they didn't think too deeply about it. They just felt that the funny scene in front of them was both weird and funny, which made everyone laugh for a while.
Although Xu Tong was originally lacking in interest, he couldn't help but be attracted by the performance of the child and the barrel in front of him. Putting aside the barrel, the child's face was full of innocence and depression, and he didn't even have a single line.
None, but it made everyone laugh.
For this reason, I couldn't help but give this kid a perfect score. At least in reality, this performance was definitely enough to attend the Spring Festival Gala.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
Seeing that the atmosphere was about to get better, the old man hurriedly beat the drum a few times and sang a limerick in his mouth: "My grandfather and grandson came to China from Guanxi, Luotong Tractor Bearing Factory, and their appearance shocked Jiuzhou. Today, they passed by Guibao, and they showed little tricks.
I'm here to show off my ugliness, and I just want you to watch and give me a few words, and get me some steamed buns and a bowl of porridge."
The old man said as he turned over the gong in his hand and passed by the crowd one by one.
The rich gave him a point or two, and the poor gave him an awkward smile. The old man would not deliberately stop in front of others, only waiting for the old man to turn to Xu Tong.
He threw a piece of two cents into the gong. The old man took a look at it, raised his head and smiled back at Xu Tong.
While the money was being collected, a commotion was heard from behind, and a few people from the street management office squeezed in from behind and grabbed the old man's arm.
"Who asked you to perform here? The road is blocked. Hurry up, pack your things and follow us."
Everyone's expressions changed, and they suddenly became nervous for the old man. Some people were even more aggrieved for the old man. The street itself sells everything, including food, and no one was taking care of it. When they came here, it was obvious that they were bullying.
He's a foreigner.
The old man waved his hands repeatedly, and hurriedly grabbed his grandson and handed over the money he just brought: "Let's go, let's leave now, let's leave now..."
"You can leave, but no one is allowed to leave. The money you keep is all evidence. According to the rules, after counting, you will be fined three times the turnover."
Now everyone was a little annoyed, and some even came forward to persuade them: "Forget it, forget it, you have to be merciful and please be merciful."
"roll!"
The leader didn't even dare to push the person away. It was okay if these people didn't persuade him, but he let him go as soon as he persuaded him. How could he control him in the future? He would arrest him and take him away immediately.
Xu Tong raised his brows slightly, and when he was about to step forward, he saw the old man looking resigned: "Forget it, let's go with you, just let me put the things away."
As he spoke, the old man picked up his bewildered grandson, suddenly threw him into the barrel, and jumped into the barrel with a quick stride.
"Why!"
When the leader of the administrator saw this, he hurried forward and grabbed the old man's sleeve, but he was taken directly into the barrel by the old man.
Several other people hurriedly stuck their heads out and took a look inside, and something strange happened. They saw that there was no one in the barrel. Before they could understand what was going on.
The wooden barrel jumped and rolled away from the crowd, rolling towards the moat under the overpass on the side, and only heard a "pop".
Everyone looked around but could not see the shadow of the barrel. After a while, they heard a cry for help coming from the river.
Another look revealed that the person calling for help was the manager who had just been brought into the barrel by the old man. When everyone pulled him up, they saw that this guy had a bruised nose, a swollen face, and was in a miserable state.
Xu Tong stood behind and watched from a distance, thinking about it in his heart, and suddenly remembered that his master seemed to have mentioned that the Bamencai family had three treasures.
Rope to ascend to the sky, bucket of thousands of opportunities, and clothes of hundreds of families.
The wooden barrel just now is quite similar to the Qianji barrel. I only paid attention to the expression of the child and ignored the wooden barrel for a moment. Now that I thought about it, I couldn't help but think: "Isn't this old man a master of the Cai family?
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"Oh, it hurts me so much. Why are you watching? Get out of here!"
The manager who was beaten had bruises all over his face and some indescribable things hanging on his body. After all, the moat is not yet promoting environmental protection, so all the mess is thrown into the river.
When everyone saw this, they burst into laughter, and there were even some people in the crowd who yelled that they deserved it.
Everyone can clearly see the right and wrong. They are just begging for food. When you come, they will immediately tell you that you can leave without even paying for it. In the end, you will be punished to death for the little money.
This is not to make people anxious, nor will they deliberately tease you like this.
Seeing someone starting to boo in the crowd, these managers who didn't know where they came from, immediately left quickly with dark faces.
"Bah, if you do unrighteousness, you will die!"
The street vendor selling sweets couldn't help but feel happy when he looked at these people's embarrassment. It was obvious that he had been tricked by these people.
But as soon as he finished speaking, he looked back and said, "Huh? Where's my molasses jar?"
The honey pot on the stove was gone, replaced by a stack of money.
The missing honeypot was discovered early the next morning, along with the managers from last night. They were tied up in the bushes near the river.
The pants and underwear on the lower body had disappeared and were smeared with honey.
Good guy, the bushes by the river are already a place full of mosquitoes, not to mention the scent of honey smeared on your body.
After that night, the lower bodies of these people were all swollen and majestic. They were comparable to the offspring bags of breeding pigs.
But this is all for later.
At this moment, Xu Tong was holding a stick of honey on the street and eating it with gusto.
Honey without saccharin tastes particularly fragrant, but if you eat too much, it will be a bit sweet and choke your nose.
When I was about to find a place to take a sip of tea, I accidentally looked up and saw a teahouse standing in front of me.
When he saw the name of the teahouse again, he immediately became happy.
I saw a plaque hanging on the teahouse with three big characters written on it: "Feng Lai Lou"
