I said, "It's okay. Director Sun's gun went off just now. Don't worry, no one was hurt."
When I was talking, Director Xiong was already under the opera boat. When he heard my explanation, he muttered: "A misfire? Five or six shots in a row? Are your guns fully automatic?"
Seeing the opera actors disembarking from the boat carrying their baggage, Director Xiong kindly went over to help. Unexpectedly, those people were evasive and tried to prevent Director Xiong from touching the things in the baggage. There was no three hundred taels of silver here. In this way, Director Xiong was good at it.
I became more and more suspicious.
When he saw someone carrying the troupe leader down, Xiong Ba stepped forward and offered his hand: "What's wrong with him? Is he okay?"
"It's okay, the theater owner just slipped on the boat and hit his head on the stage. Just go back and have a rest," said Monk Xiao, who had been silent from behind.
At this time, something should happen. Coming down behind Monk Xiao was Wen Chou from the troupe. He was holding two bundles in his hands, one was his own, and the other was the one who was in a coma.
When the troupe leader disembarked from the boat, the two bags he was carrying weighed heavily. He stepped on them and fell off the platform.
Director Xiong helped him when he landed. Although Wen Chou didn't break it, he failed to catch the bundle in his hand. The bundle fell to the ground and spread out, and the gold stator and silver ingots were scattered on the place.
Director Xiong and our village chief were immediately stunned. Is it so profitable to act in an opera?
"Don't leave!" Director Xiong shouted, walked up to Fatty Sun and me, pointed at the gold and silver ingots on the ground and said, "Two leaders, don't you explain these things?"
He was mistaken. Compared with Director Xiong who was scolded by Fatty Sun yesterday, Xiong Ba was still a bit of a fool now. He actually dared to speak like this to the two department directors.
When Director Xiong saw that Fatty Sun and I were both silent, he grabbed Wen Chou and said, "Tell me, what's going on?" Wen Chou was dumbfounded. What happened on the ship just now had already frightened him, and now he was being frightened again.
Director Xiong was so frightened that he broke down his psychological defense and told everything that happened on the boat. While talking, he made gestures and added fuel to the fire with his imagination.
After hearing this, Xiong Ba and the village chief had different reactions. Director Xiong glared at Wen Chou: "Even if you make up a story, why not make up a better one? You said it yourself, if you make up a ghost story, can I believe it?"
"Old Xiong, wait a minute." The village chief stopped him and turned to me and said, "Shen... Director, are you the leader or one of the parties involved? Please tell me."
I glanced at him with a smile: "Do you believe what I said?" The village chief pulled Director Xiong over: "I know that you are the big leader now, and you will not lie to your fellow villagers. As long as you say
Yes, Lao Xiong and I believe it!" Xiong Ba also nodded: "Director Shen, just say it, it will be difficult for us to do it without you."
I nodded, pointed at the unlucky Wen Chou and said, "What he said is pretty much the same. Just cut off the part where the Dragon King of the Four Seas and the Supreme Lord descended to earth. It's up to you to believe it or not."
Director Xiong really couldn't accept it, and his face sank: "Ting Shen..." Before he could finish speaking, he was unexpectedly stopped by the village chief: I believe it. "Seeing the surprised look on Director Xiong's face, the village chief
The chief turned his head and said to him: "In the past, when someone in the village was fishing in the river, they fished out this kind of ingot. The quality is similar to that on the ground."
After a pause, the village chief got to the point: "No matter where they come from, the things on the ground belong to our Xiaoqinghe Village. Isn't it appropriate for you to just take them away like this?"
While the quarrel was going on, grandpa, his third uncle, my biological father and a group of others came over. Seeing the ingots all over the floor, everyone's eyes were on fire. Everyone had different opinions on the ownership of the ingots.
Monk Xiao even said that these ingots were Rakshasa bones, a means used by evil spirits to confuse the world. He wanted to seal all the ingots in the underground palace of Lingyun Temple, and use Taoist righteousness to suppress the evil spirits on the ingots.
spirit.
"Xiao Laodao, please pull him down." There are no fools in the old Shen family. It was my biological father who spoke: "Lingyunguan? Is it Lingyunguan Film and Television Entertainment Company? Seal the ingot in the underground palace? Is it your company's vegetable cellar?"
Finally, it was my grandpa who said something. It was not an easy night to be frightened. This batch of ingots was used to cut cabbage with a big knife, and half of it was better than nothing. At this time, the troupe leader was not awake yet, and a martial arts singer
The final decision was made. One half of the family was half the family, but after the division was over, the troupe left immediately and stopped singing the rest of the play.
At this time, no one cared whether he was an opera singer or not. Grandpa glanced at Director Xiong who was a little idle for a while, and whispered a few words to the village chief. The village chief nodded, walked to Xiong Ba, and pulled him to
In the woods by the river, the two people didn't know what they said. When they came back, the village chief was the only one there. If I hadn't seen Xiong Ba walking back from a distance, I would have thought that he had been silenced by the village chief.
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The theater troupe did not dare to go back to the village, so they called their own people to come to the river. In front of my grandfather, they divided the ingots, and they did not dare to stay for a long time. They took their own portions and got in the car (their own
, a Yellow River bus) left the boundary of Xiaoqinghe Village.
The troupe members left, and there was another one. Fatty Sun squinted his eyes and looked at Monk Xiao: "Old Taoist, they have all left, what about you? Stop pretending to be confused, you won't be able to slip through, hurry up and get some gold."
Monk Xiao glared at him: "I'm telling you, in the eyes of monks, there is no distinction between director and director. Your trick is of no use to me. Besides, you are a foreigner. This is our Xiaoqinghe's housework."
, what’s the matter with you?”
"Don't say that. He is a foreigner. It seems that you, Mr. Xiao, are not a local, right?" It was my biological father who was speaking. He and Monk Xiao have always been at odds with each other. Ever since I was a child, Mr. Xiao wanted to accept me as his disciple.
My father decided that he was a human trafficker, and for the sake of my grandfather and his father's face, he did not dare to confront him. Now, half to stand up for Director Sun, and half to vent his anger, he fired at Mr. Xiao: "I remember you
You're not a local. You joined Lingyunguan just after the Gang of Four was crushed, right? The old Taoist at Lingyunguan at that time was named Wei. You only joined Lingyunguan after his death."
Xiao Laodao's face was half green and half white. He wanted to refute what my father said, but he couldn't find a reason. Finally, my grandfather said: "Old Xiao, don't stop inking. The people in the theater troupe have divided all the ingots. Don't you?"
It’s really unreasonable to divide it, so let’s do it this way, it’s not easy for you to see inside, so just take out the silver ones and keep a little more gold.”
Grandpa meant well, but Xiao Laodao almost cried when he heard this. All his bags contained gold ingots. He almost got into a fight with the troupe owner just to grab these things. This was for the benefit of whom.
....
After moving these ingots to the village committee, Grandpa didn't know what he said, but the village chief actually agreed to allocate another 30% of the ingots to the Shen clan as public funds. And he gave it extremely generously: "Uncle Shen, what do you say? Outside, you’re not moving to your own home, and it’s not credited to your account now anyway, so I’ll give you 30% of the old Shen family. If it’s not enough, you can keep talking.”
In my memory, I have never seen a village chief be so generous. This village chief’s former brigade accountant is a famous iron abacus. His specialty is plucking the hair of wild geese. Now he can be so generous. Is it possible that he is looking at the hall next to me? Long face?
I was just thinking about it, and the village chief over there had already given me the answer: "Uncle Shen, I have something to discuss with you. Where do you think so many ingots come from? Director Shen, don't get me wrong. I don’t mean anything else. On the contrary, I believe 100% in what you just said.”
"What on earth do you mean? Say it, stop beating around the bush and get yourself in." Before I could speak, Grandpa had already picked up what he was saying. Fatty Sun also walked up to me and murmured in a low voice: "Be careful. Your village chief's eyes rolled when he spoke, and he didn't press his buttons properly. Now he is probably playing a trick."
I snorted. To be honest, no matter if I am the 'director' or not, the village chief doesn't dare to set a trap for me. In this three-acre land of Xiaoqinghe Village, there is only one person who has the final say. I am the grandfather who set the long-distance station on fire back then. The village chiefs of our Xiaoqinghe Village have always been decorations. The one who can really make the decision is the chief of our Shen family. If it weren’t for the rules passed down by the elders: all the Shen family members Clan members are not allowed to enter the village to protect their integrity. It is not his turn to do anything in the position of village chief. Just like this, every time there is a general election in the village, several village chief candidates will come to me one after another carrying boxes of snacks. The purpose of going to Grandpa's house is to hear a sentence: "Do a good job, and I will vote for you in the election." Grandpa's words mean that more than 80% of the people in the village surnamed Shen will vote for him.
The village chief glanced at Fatty Sun, hesitated and said, "How about...I'll come to your house later to talk?"
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