The morning sun breaks through the clouds, and in the leafy courtyard, dewdrops reflect the morning sun and drip into the water tank along the leaf tips, creating a circle of ripples.
Amidst the smoke from the kitchen, Lao Niu peeked at the door, heard a creak from the door not far away, and slipped briskly to the backyard.
The door over there opened, and Chen Yuan stood in the morning sun and yawned. For several days in a row, he was locked in the room and made up the opera stories one by one. He was very tired.
I walked to the water tank, scooped out a ladle of water and poured it into the wooden basin to wash up. Perhaps I heard some noise, and the door of another room opened at this time. A woman wearing a floral dress came out, still cold.
, a few drops of water poured by Chen Yuan fell on his face, and he had other expressions, and he glared angrily.
When the crazy old man stretched himself out of the room, the woman returned to her indifferent demeanor.
"Master, it's time for breakfast. Look, it's sesame porridge this morning. It's specially made." The fat Taoist came out of the kitchen with his sleeves rolled up and a rag on his shoulder. There were four bowls of porridge on the wooden plate. The porridge was thick and mixed with a lot of sesame seeds.
"Millet nourishes people, sesame seeds are strong in color and moisturize skin. I bought them all this morning. They are very fresh."
Sun Zhengde divided the four bowls and took the bowls himself. Just as he was about to sit down, the crazy old man pulled him back to the eaves and squatted side by side. He looked at the apprentice and the pretty girl sitting across from each other at the low table over there, looking serious.
He warned the fat Taoist next to him.
"...Don't disturb them. If I can't hold my grandson in my arms, I'll beat you to death."
"You can beat me to death, just give me the porridge first."
"Oh!"
"...Why are you spitting in my bowl?!"
The crazy old man drank the porridge and spit it into the Taoist's bowl. Sun Zhengde was so angry that he screamed, threw away the bowl and chopsticks, and chased the old man all over the courtyard and into the backyard. After a moment, the Taoist rushed out from the other side in panic, his feet
He ran out of the afterimage so fast that he saw the crazy old man holding the green bull in both hands and chasing after him fiercely.
The old cow was lifted high above his head, blinked his eyes quite innocently and shouted: "Moo!"
In the noisy courtyard, Chen Yuan and Zhu Jingshu were eating breakfast, smiling as they looked at the two people fighting in the courtyard. Looking at each other, the woman quickly stopped her smile and buried herself in her porridge with a cold face.
It felt like a young couple who settled in a small courtyard and had an awkward fight at night.
"I'll go out later and hand over what I've written to the troupe." Chen Yuan finished the porridge and said slowly: "...What are you going to do next?"
The work here has been finished. The opera program is handed over to the troupe. How they sing and perform will be beneficial to Qianshentai. After that, he walked around according to his previous plan and looked for "Huangchuan" while performing.
There are no tricks recorded in Miscellaneous Questions.
It doesn’t matter if he is malicious and harms others, or he is kind and rescues others.
No matter how many skills you have, they will always come in handy when the time comes.
The implication of what I just said was that I wanted to ask the woman, if he is leaving, should she go back to the mountain gate next, or follow him for a while?
Zhu Jingshu ate breakfast with her eyebrows lowered and her eyes lowered. When she heard the man's words, she didn't seem to understand the meaning. She simply replied: "I'm going out to visit the market."
Chen Yuan was stunned for a moment, then smiled without any intention of correcting him.
After having breakfast, I told the master not to run around and be careful not to find the way back, and immediately he and the fat Taoist took the manuscript and went out together.
Funiu Town is not big, with two streets running from north to south. If you stand on one end, you can see through to the other side. Today is the market, and most of the people from the surrounding villages have poured into the town. There are people everywhere coming and going.
Chen Yuan and the others just passed by not long ago.
Suddenly, there was a bang, coming from a building not far away with the word "Gamble" written on it. The passers-by were startled, and they saw a figure breaking through the blue curtain and being beaten out, with dust swirling around it.
After several rounds of rolling on the ground, several thugs rushed out and punched and kicked the man on the ground.
"You have two days to spare. Including today's credit, the total is thirty-seven guan with interest... If you can't pay it back in two days, we won't be so polite today. By then, your mother-in-law and children will have to use it to pay off the debt.
"
The man on the ground, his hair in a messy bun, got up from the ground holding his bruises. He nodded and bowed repeatedly and promised to pay back the money, and then turned around and went in.
"Where can I get so much money?"
The man sat down on the street in embarrassment and clapped his hands hard. If his hands weren't itchy, how would he be where he is today? With the income from the troupe, not to mention going to the city, he could support his family at will in Funiu Town and still have a surplus.
Money for tea and drinks.
But if you run away with your family and your family, you won't be able to run very far. How can you survive if you run out? If you encounter path-cutting robbers or wild beasts in the forest, you will die early.
Liang Mao held his head, his eyes full of bloodshot eyes, racking his brains to think of a way to raise money. The master had it, but the old man was very concerned about money, and the troupe was full of people, so it was impossible to do it.
He looked at the passers-by and suddenly saw two familiar figures disappearing at the street corner from the corner of his eye. There was a flash of emotion in his eyes.
‘Chen Yuan… so much silver… it’s hard to tell if it’s missing a few ingots.’
'No, no, no... He knows magic... If he knew about it... he wouldn't be able to benefit from me.'
'...At any rate, senior brother, even if he knew, he wouldn't kill me. At most, he would give me a beating. But I bet he would really beat me to death...'
Different thoughts were entangled in his mind. After a while, he gritted his teeth, stood up and walked towards the master's small courtyard.
He knew that Chen Yuan and the Taoist priest were going to the theater today. There might be a crazy old man and a weak woman left in the courtyard. He heard San'er come back and talk about how beautiful the woman was before. Chen Yuan should be the one who made the fortune.
Then I bought it from outside.
If he was really going to be discovered, how could an old man and a prostitute stop him?
As long as Chen Yuan is not around.
He thought, and walked faster and faster. When he reached the small courtyard, he still hesitated at the door. After watching for a moment, he saw that there was no sound in the courtyard, so he hurriedly climbed up along the courtyard wall, choosing a hidden position.
After observing for a while, he slowly lowered his head from the wall and tiptoed to the nearest room. The furnishings were simple and there was only one bed. He looked under the bed and then stepped out. Then he went to other rooms and looked.
Looking at the furnishings in the room with pen and ink on display, I realized that this was Chen Yuan's bedroom.
After rummaging through the boxes and cabinets, I found that apart from a dagger and a dark talisman paper, there were no silver ingots placed here at all.
Soon, he went out and went to the adjacent room.
Because it faces the east, only a little sunlight shines in, making the room dark. It can be seen that there are a lot of clutter piled up, and there are more than 20 dolls sitting on top of the clutter.
What the man who walked in carefully did not notice was that in the darkness, the dolls turned their heads silently and looked at him with lifeless eyes.
'Ha...it's really here.'
The man who was rummaging around finally felt the texture of the silver ingots. Without looking at how many there were in the box, he quickly took seven or eight ingots and put them in his clothes. He gave up when he couldn't hold them anymore.
'Why do you feel like you are being watched all the time?'
He murmured and stood up to leave. At this moment, he heard footsteps in the courtyard. The man quickly opened the window paper and took a look. He saw an old man with disheveled hair squatting in the courtyard and digging for something.
You can't get out from there.
Thinking roughly like this, Liang Mao hugged Yinliang and slowly backed away from the back window in the intertwined eyes. Just as he was about to open the window, he suddenly thought of something and looked back at the puppets placed there, revealing an evil aura.
In my impression, weren't these wood carvings facing that window just now? Why are they facing this way again?
Thinking of the feeling of being watched just now, Liang Mao shook his hands, and a few of the silver ingots he held in his arms fell to the ground, and his body couldn't help but tremble.
He quickly pushed open the window lattice behind him, and when he moved his legs gingerly to ride up, the eyes of the puppets who were looking at him suddenly glowed red, and they slowly stood up.
Liang Mao's eyes widened and he was so frightened that he almost screamed. He tilted his weightless body and fell directly out, landing heavily in the pit outside the window.
He got up in a panic and went to pick up the missing silver ingot. His outstretched hand froze, and he saw a thick layer of shriveled remains of chickens and ducks in the pit, which made him feel terrified.
At this time, there were footsteps coming this way, and the man didn't have time to think too much. He quickly climbed out of the pit, grabbed a shovel stuck in the soil next to him, jumped to the nearby trees and crawled down the weeds.
moment.
A strong big green cow walked slowly over with hooves, swung its tail, looked at the pit and the silver ingots scattered inside, turned its horns to look at the grass, waggled its long tail leisurely, turned around and left, grinding
When he moved his lips, a vague sound came out.
'We'll bury them together later.'
In the grass, the prostrate figure covered its mouth tightly, bulging its eyes and looking at the green cow slowly leaving, its hands and feet were numb and trembling.
"Mom... the cows have started talking."
However, before he could get up, he felt a sudden pain in his thigh. Looking back, he saw a wooden sculpture lying on his leg, biting through the fabric and sucking blood.
As if knowing that the man had seen him, he raised his dull wooden face, and his blood-stained muzzle opened and closed strangely, as if he was smiling.
"ah--"
The moment he waved his hand and rushed away, more wooden figures jumped down from the open window lattice, got into the grass and swarmed towards the man...
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The sun rises above the clouds, and the market is lively and noisy.
A woman in a floral dress walked through the market and looked at the street stalls. When she was picking up a small clay figurine, her heart suddenly palpitated, as if she felt something. She quickly put down the clay figurine, squeezed through the crowd and walked to the town.
Outside, in the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the crowd.
The acres of fertile fields outside the town were filled with golden ripples. Zhu Jingshu stepped on the hard mud at the edge of the fields. In the direction she looked, a figure in a green shirt and white robe was basking in the skylight with her hands behind her hands.
"Jingshu, I've met my uncle!"
The woman stepped forward, holding the sword and raising her hand.