Chapter 78
Peck of Rice Immortal Fate Chapter 78
2020-11-07
Chapter 78 Puppet ShowMartial law followed Mr. Tang, he was the last one to enter the room, after a few glances, he could tell the difference out of the current state.
"Stun!"
He made a color to Fang Dou, worked hard, and wanted to be seen.
Fang Dou understood, his face paled instantly, cold sweat rolled down his forehead, and his steps became vain, as if... his body was hollowed out.
Mr. Tang and his wife, they didn't have time to pay attention at this moment, they hugged their daughter and kept comforting them.
Young Lady Tang sobbed softly, listening to her parents' narration, feeling more and more incredible.
"But Mom and Dad, I lost consciousness that day because of an unfathomable mystery, and I don't know anything about what happens after that. When I wake up, that's it!"
"It's good to wake up, it's good to wake up!" Madam burst into tears.
Master Tang thought of something and whispered to his wife, "You take care of Ying'er first!"
Then he turned and walked towards martial law and Fang Dou, "Two Masters, come with me!"
Right now, after all, being in the lady's boudoir is not the place to talk.
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In the yard, the householders carry burdens on their shoulders, and they are loaded with white rice, cloth, silver nuggets, and gold, all of which are hard currency!
The eyes of martial law look at the nose, the nose looks at the heart, with a solemn expression, and the heart is already estimating the value.
Master Tang bowed his hands to him, "Father Master, I've heard that the eminent monks in Fuyuan Temple are powerful, and now it's really an eye-opener."
"Some small gifts are not respectful, wait for the little girl to recover later. Completely, bring her to your temple again, and offer incense to fulfill her vows!"
Martial law nodded with a smile, "It is also that Master Tang is devout for his family, burning incense and worshipping Buddha every day, and this is the fate of today."
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Fang Dou was in awe, despite the lack of martial law ability, his ability to deal with situations was indeed top-notch.
Master Tang called the slaves and took the sedan chairs to send the two masters back to the temple. As for the gifts, he followed along with them.
Among the sedan chairs, Martial Law clasped his fingers, counted for a long time, and muttered to himself.
"A load of white rice is fifty kilograms, which is equal to silver..."
"Again..."
He counted for a long time, scratched his head, and started from Taking out an abacus in his arms, crackle started fighting.
Fang Dou shook his head, "Don't forget it, it's probably in the early 1000 taels of silver!"
He's like water, he's seen 5,000 taels, 8,000 taels, it's been over To the point of ecstasy for a thousand taels.
The martial law was calculated for a long time, and the difference between the numbers reported by Fang Dou was very small.
However, he is abacus plus oral arithmetic, while Fang Dou is mental arithmetic.
"One thousand taels, that's a lot!"
The martial law is very content, "There are one thousand taels alone in Master Tang's house, let's go to a few more, There are tens of thousands of taels!"
Fang Dou also cheered up, "Don't hurry up!" to go out!"
Is that appropriate?
Fang Dou recalled the Tang house just now, although Young Lady Tang was saved, but the specific circumstances have not been clarified, and there are a few similar cases, which may not be able to follow the same method.
"Fang Dou, listen to me on this matter, I won't lose you!"
The sedan chair stopped abruptly after walking a few steps.
A house slave opened the curtain, "Master, wait a moment, there are urchins in front of you, we will disperse them!"
On the avenue directly in front, there are more than a dozen urchins. The heights are uneven, surrounded by a stall, with his fingers in his hands, and his eyes are shining.
This is a miscellaneous goods stall, and there are odds and ends such as headbands, needles, thimbles, etc., as well as snacks such as bamboo stick windmills and sugar figurines.
The owner of the stall is a young businessman, Qiao Dong, who had a relationship with Fang Dou.
Qiao Dong faces a group of urchins, smiling brightly, with flexible hands and fingers, and is manipulating two little people to fight.
"Who will come, register your name!"
"I am the Kingdom Guardian Great General, I am here to fight you and see the gun!"
“eat my hammer!”
The two little people are puppets made of hardwood, with flexible joints, their heads, necks, hands and feet are bound by countless transparent silk threads.
The strength of the silk thread was tied to Qiao Dong's fingers, and as his fingers twitched flexibly, the puppet figure was like a lifelike living person, and began to fight with weapons.
In the age of no TV and movies, such tricks were the greatest entertainment, even more how the urchins around were all children of poor families, and there was very little fun to watch.
As a result, the urchins gathered more and more, blocking the road.
"Hurry up, hurry up, don't even look if you are blind, this is the sedan chair of Master Tang's house!"
The servants are arrogant and even kicking and kicking Cursing, the urchins scattered like frightened birds.
The trader hurriedly nodded and bowed, "Sorry, I'll pack up now!"
He put away the shelves, carried it with a pole, and turned to leave the place.
The slaves cleared the road, and the sedan chair continued to walk forward, brushing the side of Qiao Dong, the merchant, and through a layer of curtains, Fang Dou didn't notice, and passed an acquaintance.
Qiao Dong scratched his scalp, the people in this place are poor, and he has not made a few transactions recently.
"In the town in front, there is a big temple called Fuyuan Temple. Most of the rich live there, so they can have business!"
He paid attention and carried the shelves briskly. Hurry forward.
......
"Two Masters, someone played a puppet show just now, which charmed many children."
"We have already driven us away!"
The house slave drove away the merchant and the urchin, walked to the sedan chair, quickly followed the pace, and asked for martial law and Fang Dou.
“You did good!” Martial law did not say much.
Fang Dou asked curiously, "Puppet show?"
The martial law explained that it turned out to be a puppet show. In this era, there is a lack of entertainment. , the poor can only turn off the lights to create man.
Puppet theatre is one of the few popular entertainments.
The so-called puppets are carved out of solid wood, with flexible joints, and are pulled by silk threads to make various complex movements.
A craftsman who manipulates a puppet show wants to master ventriloquism and techniques.
"Understood!"
Fang Dou thought to himself, thinking back then, CCTV's Sixth Princess played a puppet show every week, and I watched it myself, but at that time, Riman made a big show Invasion has long felt bad.
The two returned to Fuyuan Temple and were extremely proud of the martial law. They wished everyone knew that they called a group of Junior Brothers from the Jingtang to carry rice cloth gold and silver with great fanfare.
When someone asked, martial law would be 'casually', saying that he had just gone out and solved a problem, and the money was a thank you gift.
The martial law was in Fuyuan Temple, and I was suppressed for a long time. Seeing the surprised expressions of others, I felt so relieved that my pores opened up, and I laughed so much that I almost took my back molars to look at people.
Fang Dou knew what he was thinking, and he has been despised in the temple. This time, he had the opportunity to raise his eyebrows, but he tried to show it off.
On the martial law side, there were monks surrounded by monks, all asking about this.
The Tang Family has said something beforehand. The details of those insulting the reputation of the young lady cannot be said, but the general incident is still allowed to be mentioned by martial law.
As a result, martial law speaks like a rhetoric, having ups and downs, storytelling skills, at least half as good as Fang Dou.
"What are you doing here?"
Inadvertently, an uninvited guest broke the environment of listening to the book on the spot.
(end of this chapter)