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Chapter 382 The troupe

"White? Is it facial makeup?"

"No, let me see!" The woman walked over, reached out and touched the man's face, and said doubtfully: "Look, senior brother, this seems to be white ash powder!"

I was hiding in the dark, watching and wishing I could rush out and kick this man and woman into the river!

I heard the man laugh and say: "Why is there white ash powder in this river? Okay, junior sister, don't worry about these useless things, let's continue."

"Oops!" The woman pushed the man away and complained: "We have been out for a long time, it's time to go back, otherwise we will be scolded by the class leader when we go back."

Then they saw a man and a woman talking and laughing, hugging each other and leaving the river.

Damn, when I saw the two of them finally leaving, I thought to myself: "I've eaten enough and there's nothing to do! Come to the riverside in the middle of the night to talk about love! What white ash powder! That's a thousand-year-old ancient tomb that hasn't completely melted in the water.

White mud! You dare to touch your face? You will get skin disease tomorrow!"

At this time, the head voice came from the intercom.

"Yunfeng, why haven't you come back for so long? Is something wrong?"

I quickly replied: "It's okay, a young couple passed by the river just now. Thanks to Xiaoxuan's timely reminder, they didn't notice us."

This is the importance of "letting go".

Xiaoxuan's job seems to be effortless, but it requires the most attention, seeing in all directions, and high concentration. If Xiaoxuan hadn't reminded her in time just now, I would have been seen 100%! In addition, Xiaoxuan also serves as

Part of the logistics work, so she is very important to us, and our team cannot live without her.

After learning this lesson, I became more careful when scattering soil. Next, I poured the white plaster mud into the river frame by frame! As a result, the river water turned white! This phenomenon is only temporary, because the river water has been flowing.

By early tomorrow morning, the river water will definitely be restored to its original state.

Some people may ask, if you poured it into the river, it wouldn't poison people, right?

Won't.

Compared with the entire river, this amount of white plaster mud is not even a drop in the bucket. It has been diluted. Moreover, according to my observation during the day, the villagers do not drink the river water at all. At most, they come to the river to wash a few clothes.

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After digging through the white plaster mud layer, Dou Sprouts dug out a charcoal layer more than half a meter deep. The presence of these two things showed that the sealing in the tomb must be good. This is a good thing, and we worked harder now.

I probably worked until about four o'clock in the middle of the night. I dug a vertical tunnel to a depth of 16 meters underground, but I still didn't see the top of the tomb!

When I saw that it was almost dawn, and some people in the village got up early to do farm work, I immediately and decisively ordered to stop the work and continue the work tomorrow night.

We put away the tools, blocked the hole with wooden boards and covered it with soil. After cleaning up the scene, we left in a hurry.

It's not that there's no work during the day, there's all work, and with the big tomb just around the corner, none of us dare to let down our guard.

During the day, Brother Yu stayed around the woods to observe the situation. Douyazai and Xiaoxuan were responsible for lengthening the rope ladder. The hole was too deep, so the rope ladder we originally brought was not long enough and had to be lengthened. I, on the other hand, drove a tricycle through the streets to collect mats.

, we all carry mobile phone walkie-talkies with us so that we can contact each other as soon as possible if something happens.

"Young man! Young man, wait!"

I stopped the car and looked back, and it was Ji Dongqi who rented the house to us.

"Brother, where are you going?" I asked.

"Haha! I look just like you from a distance! How do I call you, young man?"

"Haha, my name is Xiang Feng, you can just call me Xiao Xiang." I smiled.

"Baby elephant? Elephant's elephant?"

"It's not an elephant's elephant, it's Xiang Yu's Xiang," I explained.

"Oh, Xiao Xiang, please give me a ride. I'll go to the next village to watch a play. There's a play at 2:30 in the afternoon."

I didn't say anything, and the tricycle pulled him up and left. After getting to know him better, I found out that he was a very obsessed fan of Qi opera. How obsessed was he? He would sing a few lines before eating or going to bed. When I heard that there was an opera troupe around,

If there is a performance, he will definitely come to watch it.

On the way, he also told me that two years ago, in 2004, he went to Henan to participate in the Liyuan Spring program of Henan TV station, and he sang Qiyang minor tunes at that time.

I smiled and said, "Brother, you've been on TV. Have you ever seen Xiao Ge and Lao Ni when you went to Liyuan Spring?"

"I've seen it before! Xiaoge is even more beautiful in real life than the ones seen on TV. However, I only passed the preliminaries at that time and was later rejected. I would say the reason is that northerners can't get used to our Qi Opera."

I said I am also from the north, so you can sing a few lines and I will listen.

He chuckled, and immediately sang loudly and openly: "Come out of Jinshan Temple! I am as angry as fire! My... cruel Xu Lang."

I frowned secretly when I heard it. He enunciated clearly, had a good voice, and his singing was not unpleasant, but I just couldn't get used to this strange tone.

The two lines he sang should be from the Qi opera "Meeting at the Broken Bridge". The reason why I am not used to it is because it takes a long time for him to finish singing one line, and he often deliberately pauses, drags out the tune, and changes the words in the middle.

Hey, the pronunciation has been changed too many times. Northerners don't have such patience when listening to operas. It's crazy if Li Yuan Chun can win an award.

Let me tell you, northerners still like to listen to those catchy tunes that are not written in ink, such as: "Xiao Cang baby, I left Dengfeng County! I suffered from hunger along the way! The second interpretation difference is like that,

Bull-headed horse noodles...!"

When we arrived at Dingjia Village, he helped me show the way and drove all the way into the village. When we got there, I was stunned. Aren't these the same man and woman who had sex last night?

The two were singing a duet on the stage, and dozens of villagers were watching. As they were singing, the man suddenly lost his tune, looked uncomfortable, and kept scratching his face.

"What are you doing! Can you sing well!"

"That's right! What are you doing!"

The woman panicked and immediately shouted in a low voice: "Brother, we are performing, what are you doing?"

The man said something that I didn't understand. He kept scratching his face, which looked very itchy.

Seeing that something was wrong, the class leader immediately ran up and clasped his fists and said: "Oh, all the young and old men who came to support me, I'm so sorry! Our actor had a problem with his voice today! I'll apologize to everyone on his behalf! Let's let the show end now.

!Everyone is so considerate!"

After saying that, the curtain was closed directly and no one could be seen.

I listened to the landlord complaining about what he had come all the way to say and the show was leaving five minutes before I heard it. My heart skipped a beat! I understood what was going on and hurriedly ran to the backstage of the troupe.

That man's skin is not good, he must have been poisoned by white plaster...

The white paste mud of the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period was not only composed of microcrystalline kaolin, but if it were pure clay, it would not have a smell, and it would have dried into lumps over a thousand or two thousand years. Laymen don't know what is actually there.

It is also mixed with a large amount of glutinous rice juice, children's urine, sap from certain trees, and some Chinese herbal juices with antiseptic effects.

In recent years, there have been several cases of people dying due to white paste poisoning in our industry. I am afraid that if this opera singer has a sensitive constitution and dies, then our affairs may be found out!

"Sorry, this is the backstage, you can't go in," I was stopped by a member of the theater troupe.

I quickly said: "I have something important to talk to your class teacher now!"

"Who is looking for me?"

I forced my way through and said quickly: "Teacher! The character you were singing in may have been poisoned! It must be dealt with immediately!"

"What! Poisoned? What kind of poison? Are you telling the truth!"

"Of course it's true! Why did I lie to you? Didn't you see that his face was itchy just now? That's Qinan pollen poisoning! If not treated properly, it may be life-threatening!" I explained.

The leader's face changed and he asked quickly: "Are you a doctor?"

"Well," I cupped my fists and said, "My ancestor was once an imperial physician at the Imperial Palace Hospital of the Qing Dynasty. It has been passed down to me for the seventh generation."

"Then sir, please come in quickly and help me take a look!"

When I heard that it was so serious, the class leader was also afraid that someone would be responsible for it, so he quickly and respectfully invited me in.

After entering, the class leader explained, and the man looked painful and said, "I don't know what's wrong! I feel hot all over my body now! My face is itchy! Sir, you must save me!"

I frowned, sat down and said, "Reach out your hand and I'll take your pulse first."

I can take a chicken's pulse, but I've seen Dr. Fan take the pulse, so I learned the posture in a good way.

"Well...that's right, my blood is hot and dry, and my pulse is fluctuating. Did you go to the river yesterday?"

"I x! Miracle doctor!"

"Miracle doctor! You must save me! I'm itching so bad now!"

"Most of the flowers grow along the river. Don't worry. It's our doctor's duty to save lives and heal the wounded. First of all, stop scratching. Otherwise, the more you scratch, the worse it will become."

"I'm going to write you a recipe now. Do you have paper and pen?"

"have!"

I quickly brought paper and pen, and I started writing on the paper.

After I finished writing, I blew it and handed it over. The girl’s junior sister took it and looked at it first. She raised her head and said with a strange expression: “Sir, you wrote it...a little bit...a little bit.

It’s so elegant that I really can’t understand what’s written.”

"It doesn't matter. You can take note of it if I dictate it."

I stood up and said: "Three pounds of liquor above 50 degrees, five pounds of water, and half a pound of dried Sichuan peppercorns. After boiling, wash your face once in the morning, noon and evening, and apply snake oil ointment on your face. Don't be exposed to wind during this period. This will last half a day.

The itching can be relieved and the condition can be cured in three days."

After I said that, I turned around and left, and the junior member of the theater troupe quickly chased me out.

"Sir, wait!"

"What's wrong?"

Her face suddenly turned red and she lowered her head. She whispered, "Sir, you are very skilled in medical treatment. I...I have something unspeakable. Please help me take a look."

After hearing this, I scratched my head and said, "It's not that I don't want to help you, it's because gynecology is not my strong point, and I'm afraid that I won't see it well for you."

"Sir, you are being humble. Just take a look. I won't blame you if it doesn't work." After saying that, she reached out and asked me to take my pulse.

He didn't tell me the cause of his illness and just took my pulse. It seemed like he was testing me.

Now I'm riding a tiger and it's hard to get off, so I can only bite the bullet and get up.

I simply took her pulse and saw that she was slender. I immediately frowned and said, "Are you usually afraid of the cold at night? Are you afraid of the heat during the day? You usually have a normal appetite and don't eat much?"

She nodded and said yes.

I smiled and said, "It's not a big problem, you just have inflammation."


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