Mrs. Bai's eyes widened and she kept saying "Ouch".
"Oh, my good grandson." She slapped Gao Xiaoliu's arm hard, "This is really scary, look at it."
Gao Xiaoliu was watching, but not at the high and swaying golden dragon head, but at the swirling clouds and mist. The woman holding the high pole was looming in the clouds, and her smiling Nuo dance mask was set off by the fire-breathing golden dragon head.
, the smile becomes more and more weird.
very scary.
But it feels strangely familiar.
A-mei covered her eyes with her hands, but couldn't help but peek through her fingers. The golden dragon made it impossible to look directly at it, nor could anyone look directly at the man holding a high pole and wearing a mask.
The golden dragon seemed to fall from the sky, and she looked like an immortal controlling the dragon.
It's just that this immortal's clothes are a bit familiar.
Why does it look a bit like Axiu?
"A dancing dragon that can move itself?"
Chen Shi, who was squatting on the running table and eating and drinking, his eyes lit up when he heard this.
"Why do you move on your own?"
The visitor gestured: "It's just a tall pole that supports the body of a dragon. It can breathe fire, shake its head, and scream."
Chen Shi held the drumstick and thought: "Then this person knows a lot."
"Besides, this person is really crazy." The visitor said, picking up the tea on the table and taking a sip. "What do you think she said after she won the competition?"
Chen Shi took a bite of the chicken leg and said, "Say, you are all useless and die, right?"
The visitor almost choked with a sip of tea, coughed repeatedly, and waved his hands: "You are still crazy, that lady is more polite than you."
But the words are more polite, but the meaning is actually the same.
"What did you say?"
Behind the stage, people gathered around the golden dragon and looked at the excited craftsman, and looked at the woman in front of him in disbelief.
As soon as the woman came off the stage, many craftsmen gathered around her. The owner of the golden dragon, the craftsman named Wu, nicknamed Jin Long Wu, even admitted defeat frankly and expressed his admiration for the woman's skills.
But the woman said something that made everyone think they heard wrongly.
There was a mask on her face, so her expression could not be clearly seen, and her voice was muffled because she had something in her mouth.
"If you admit defeat, please leave." She said again, "If you lose, you have no right to be here."
They really heard it right, this lady was chasing people away.
"Miss, isn't this good?" Someone said, "Everyone, come together."
"Isn't everyone here just to compete for the leader?" Smiley Mask interrupted him, "Since we are selecting the leader, then the loser will leave and the winner will stay. The one who stays until the end will naturally be the leader."
Her smiling mask slowly turned, and her gaze swept over the people present.
"The same goes for the rest of you. If I compete with you and lose to me, please leave."
…
…
As night fell, the people and members of the Bai family dispersed, but the hall in the front yard was still lively, even more lively than the previous few days.
"Did that person really say that?"
"It's too crazy."
"It's normal. Not all craftsmen are like this. They are all crazy."
"Oh, knight, don't worry, this craftsman will also compete with you. Then we can see who of you is crazier."
The hall was buzzing with people talking about the same thing.
Not everyone was present when the craftsmen competed. They were shocked when they heard the description afterwards, but they thought it was normal. Most of the Momen were people with special skills, so they were inevitably aloof and arrogant.
"Being aloof and arrogant has never been a problem. Our Mo family values virtuous people. The problem is that she is expelling her fellow disciples." Someone said, slamming the tea bowl in his hand on the table. "How can such a person have the slightest bit of love and friendship with such a big heart?"
Xiang Li, not to mention the head of the sect, none of my fellow sects are worthy of it."
This statement also attracted a lot of approval, and many people stood up and asked.
"Who is this person? Come forward!"
People in the hall looked around one after another.
"No need to look for it, I'm still competing with others." One person replied.
It’s so late and there’s still a competition.
Low murmurs resounded in the hall again.
"Then she hasn't had any rest," someone said.
"Who's to blame? She said she would compete with others and whoever loses would leave." Someone pouted, "She dares, but others don't dare?"
But no matter how powerful a person is, it is not easy to constantly compete with others.
"Then she is really crazy." The person from before muttered.
The Bai family's workshop was brightly lit, and there were many people standing outside, and there were also faint shadows of people inside. After a while, the door opened, and a man came out carrying a small plow cart, looking at the plow cart as he walked.
The others hurriedly grabbed him and asked, "How are you doing?"
The man looked at them and said: "It turns out that adding an iron ring can do this. In this case, the farming frame will save more effort."
The others let go of their hands, obviously admitting defeat.
The man also came back to his senses and sighed: "I'm really not as good as me." He threw the small plow cart on the ground, bowed his hands to everyone, and said, "Goodbye."
After that, he strode away.
I really want to leave, but the other people have complicated expressions on their faces. They want to persuade me but can’t open their mouths to persuade me. Everyone is a very proud person.
It was dark at night, and Mr. Wei was sitting indoors, concentrating on eating a bowl of noodles.
"Are you going to the workshop?" Shopkeeper Lu asked, "Two more people lost just now. They have packed their things and left overnight."
Mr. Wei finished the noodles in one bite and said, "I won't go."
Meng Xichang, who was leaning on a chair with his eyes closed to relax, said: "What do you mean?"
"I know exactly how much I weigh. I can't even compete with the Golden Dragon Dance." Wei Dongjia said.
Mentioning the golden dragon dance, Wei Dongjia laughed again.
"This guy must have gone far away now. I don't know if he has found a place to stay in the middle of the night."
Shopkeeper Lu was a little helpless: "You still laugh at others, think about yourself. If you lose, you have to leave."
"So I said I can't go." Mr. Wei put down the bowl and chopsticks, "I said I wanted to compete for the head position, but I don't really want to be the head position. I just want to keep an eye on this place for Qixing. I won't compete.
I will never lose, so I don’t have to leave.”
Meng Xi burst into laughter.
This was really a rogue act. Shopkeeper Lu also laughed and said jokingly: "In case someone comes to find you."
Before he finished speaking, there was a knocking sound at the door.
"Is Mr. Wei's family in the West Hall here?"
It really came to your door!
Almost all the three people in the room stood up. Mr. Wei shook the armrest and almost overturned the table. No way, she came to the door if you didn't come!
There was a brief silence in the room, and the person outside the door knocked again to ask.
It makes sense not to find someone to compete with, but it would be a bit embarrassing if someone came to the door and hid away. Shopkeeper Lu came to his senses and responded quickly.
"Here we come." He stepped forward and opened the door.
The lanterns hanging in the yard shine outside the door, and the first thing that catches your eye is the smiling mask.
It's okay to see it during the day, but it's a bit scary at first glance at night.
This Nuo dance mask was also identified by the troupe as belonging to them and stolen by the girl. The owner of the mask tried to get it but was refused.
The girl looked very fierce, and after giving her money, they gave up.
"Girl, what do you want to do here?" Shopkeeper Lu asked.
Smiling Mask shook the tool box in his hand: "Come to ask for advice." After saying that, he walked in directly.
Shopkeeper Lu couldn't push a girl, so he had to step back and get out of the way.
When Shopkeeper Lu saw the people staring at him in the yard, he immediately started talking in low voices.
"That woman will still come to your door——"
"Xitang Old Wei can't escape even if he hides——"
The door was closed by the girl, cutting off the sight and sound from outside.
Shopkeeper Lu turned around and saw that the girl had stood in front of the desk. Mr. Wei had a sullen face, while Mr. Meng Xi looked a little wary.
"I can compete with you, but I won't leave if I lose." Wei Dongjia said simply.
The smiling mask shook his head: "No, you have to leave."
Wei Dongjia raised his eyebrows, and when he was about to say something, he saw the person in front of him took off his mask, and a familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar face appeared under the lamp.
Strange because I haven't seen him for a long time.
Mr. Wei shook the armrest and he sat down.
Shopkeeper Lu and Meng Xichang also took a step forward.
"Seven--" they lost their voices and tried to shout.
Qixing put his fingers to his lips and shushed them softly.
