While everyone else was enjoying the food, Li Huowang was not surprised either.
He sat alone in the distance, munching on the fattest leg of lamb while sitting there thinking about his own affairs, completely isolating everything outside.
"Although Nascent Soul said that Supervisor Tiansi is tight on the outside and loose on the inside, it is not difficult to join it, but I still have to find a way."
"First of all, how should I contact them? I can't just go and ask them casually on the street, right? I don't know if I can completely hide my identity with just a mask."
"Although the mask can hide the identity in front of Han Fu, it may not work in front of everyone."
"But now Liang Guo doesn't know anything about the situation, so just daydreaming about it is of no use. We still have to adapt to the actual situation."
"As the saying goes, everything is difficult at the beginning. As long as you can take this first step, the rest will be much easier."
Just when Li Huowang was thinking about this matter, his keen hearing heard the sound of cloth shoes pressing down on the grass.
As soon as he looked up, Li Huowang saw Lu Zhuangyuan's wrinkled old face and his signature flattering smile. "Little Daoist, are you free? Haha, the old man wants to discuss a small matter with you."
"Oh? You said." Li Huowang put down the bone in his hand and looked at Leader Lu in front of him.
During this period of time, he had been dealing with Hei Tai Sui's affairs, and he almost forgot that there was a theater troupe accompanying him.
"Little Taoist Master, you also know that because of the desertion in Houshu, our opera box, costumes, and all the playing and singing instruments were abandoned."
"But we are a theater troupe after all, and we can't do anything without food, so I just want to ask you to lend some money on credit to buy those things and build the stage. You see...
...How is it?"
Hearing that the other party was talking to him about this matter, Li Huowang seemed very indifferent. The gold box given to him by Sun Baolu's mother was worth a lot of money, so he would not care about it.
"Okay, go and get the money from Bai Lingmiao."
"Hey, hey, hehe, little Daoist, don't be busy now. Old man, I haven't finished what I'm saying yet. Please take this." Lu Zhuangyuan said, taking out a wrinkled card with red handprints from his arms.
The paper was handed to Li Huowang.
Li Huowang took the crumpled note and looked at the crooked note. He had a hard time reading the words on it.
"What does this say? Is it a ghost talisman?"
Leader Lu blushed, "This is an IOU, please bear with me, old man, I don't know a few words, but it doesn't matter anyway, just have your fingerprints!"
"Little Taoist Master, you are kind to us, and we can't give you credit for nothing. These days, we eat your food and use yours. What do you think?"
"Until the money is paid off, you will be the boss of our Lu family class! From now on, any money our Lu family class earns, half will belong to us and half will belong to you."
"Repay half of it to me? Then I'm afraid you'll never be able to repay this debt. There's no need to go to such trouble. It'll be fine if you don't pay back the money." After saying that, Li Huowang stood up and was about to hand the piece of paper back.
"Hey~!" Lu Zhuangyuan hunched his back and stopped in front of Li Huowang with the cigarette bag, "This Ding is Ding Mao and Mao. If you say that, we really don't dare to lend you money." p>
Hearing what the other party said, Li Huowang didn't force himself anymore and directly put away the paper with the red handprint in his hand.
Seeing this scene, Leader Lu suddenly became happy and quickly greeted the Lu family class who had been waiting for them. They stood together and raised their hands to Li Huowang in a reserved manner, "Hello, boss!"
Li Huowang didn't bother to guess the little thoughts of Leader Lu. Looking at the people in front of him, Li Huowang only knew that he had an extra hen that laid eggs. Although this chicken was thin enough and didn't lay eggs often, at least the water flowed smoothly.<
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"Okay, let's all go back to eat. After eating and taking a rest, we will continue on the road and leave Qingqiu as soon as possible."
"Okay, boss!"
Seeing them leaving happily, Li Huowang shook his head speechlessly, picked up the still warm wild vegetable and haggis soup and drank it.
"Others say he is a great leader, but I didn't expect this old man to have the ability to see this." Lu Zhuangyuan's face showed a rare sense of pride, and he happily led the others back.
He was happy, but naturally others were unhappy. Lu Juren looked a little gloomy and leaned against his father, "Dad, you are still so happy after selling us."
"Hey, you kid." Lu Zhuangyuan sighed and looked at his eldest son, took out his cigarette stick and started smoking. He borrowed a fire from the campfire nearby and started smoking.
"What do you mean?"
"I want to go back. I don't want to go to Daliang anymore. I...I don't want to sing in opera anymore." Lu Juren, who had a tight-featured face, looked up at Luo Juanhua, who had a big belly in the distance, and said.
"You!" Lu Zhuangyuan, who became anxious, instantly raised the cigarette pole in his hand, but seeing that he was holding his neck and not even trying to hide, he took it back in a sullen voice.
"You don't want to sing, to put it lightly! What are you going to do if you don't want to sing? Our family doesn't even have a piece of land, why should we go back and become a beggar?"
"Besides, you have to be able to go back. Later, when those soldiers fight, their heads will be beaten out. You go back to attend the funeral!"
Lu Juren suddenly stood still at his feet, and said with a trace of longing in his eyes: "Dad, maybe there is no war anymore! There was no war along the way."
"Hmph! If you don't fight, you're so beautiful. There's never been a war that just started and stopped in the middle!"
Seeing that Lu Juren still had a troubled look on his face, Lu Zhuangyuan sighed softly, "Son, believe me, I am not living like a dog at this age."
"Do you think everything will be fine after the military disaster? It's not that easy. These disasters come in pairs."
"After the military disaster, many people died and no one buried them. This will most likely be followed by the plague. Once the plague passes, the remaining living people will have no money in their pockets and no food in the fields.
, one tael of grain and one tael of gold, they are selling their children and daughters to survive. How can anyone come to listen to the opera? Without the opera, what will we eat and drink? Will we crawl on the ground and chew the loess?"
Speaking of this, Lu Zhuangyuan's tone was lowered. "Son, don't dislike the opera singers. If it weren't for them, I would have starved to death. Where would you be? We can't forget our roots."
Lu Juren knew that what his father said made sense, but he still felt that the choice made by the other party was a bit outrageous.
"But dad, no matter what, we won't sell us all to the little Taoist master. We will become his slaves!"
Lu Zhuangyuan glared at his eldest son, turned his head and glanced at Li Huowang who was eating from a distance, and took a few steps quickly by pulling the sleeve of Ju Ren.
After getting a little farther away, he lowered his voice and said: "Slave? Whose slave do you think can eat meat every day?"