Back in 1981: Marrying the love of your life

Chapter 296

"It was already given yesterday." Su Mu said lightly, without meaning to take money out of his pocket.

He didn't have a good impression of these people at all.

Although people who go to the rivers and lakes to sell art will be more or less deceitful, but a string of Buddhist beads sold for a hundred yuan is a bit excessive.

This also confirms the famous saying of later generations: there are too many fools in this world, and there will never be enough liars.

"You're kidding, we just came to Guibaodi today, how can you say that you gave us money yesterday?" The young man was full of smiles, and his steps did not move.

Su Mu chuckled, "Yesterday morning in the market, I gave ten yuan, so quickly forgot?" The

young man's eyes rolled and his posture lowered: "You look like a big boss, ten yuan and eight yuan may not even be enough money for a meal for you, but for our brothers, it is able to support the family, and you send mercy..."

Su Mu said in a flat tone.

The villagers on the side were confused and felt completely confused.

The young man, on the other hand, shrank his pupils, smiled and walked away, asking for money from the other villagers.

"Husband, what do you mean by what you just said?" Chen Xiuqing leaned into Su Mu's ear and asked in a low voice.

Su Mu turned his head sideways and explained in a low voice: "It's just some of their tricks, putting vinegar and borax in the oil pot, and performing reaching down to the oil pot to fish for silver dollars." Saying

that, he briefly recounted what happened yesterday.

Sure enough, after asking for the money, the big play officially began.

In front of the villagers, fires were lit and oil pots were propped.

By this time, it was completely dark.

The previous acrobatics were performed with a torch in their hands.

Under the light of the fire, the bald head under the big willow tree stood up, walked to the front of the oil pot and stood still, his lips buzzing, as if he was chanting.

At this time, the young man who had previously asked Su Mu for money walked to Xiang Ziping's side and said in a low voice: "Brother Xiang, the idea is a bit of a hand." "

Oh?" Xiang Ziping's brows furrowed, "What's going on?" The

young man also frowned, and replied: "That Su Mu was in the market yesterday, he saw us plucking the ground, and he also said borax and vinegar, let's perform the oil pot, don't we rely on these two."

"So, it's really a bit difficult..." Xiang Ziping said a little gloomy: "How about the money?"

"It's not good, there are not many people who give money at all." The young man couldn't help but scold: "Just this is still known as the richest village in Pingzhou City? Bah me! Some people even gave a small bowl of wheat, and they really one by one! Xiang

Ziping waved his hand and signaled the youth to step aside.

He really didn't expect that when he performed hard, the scene effect was very good, but when it was really time to give money, this situation occurred.

More importantly, their biggest target, Su Mu, has already seen through the trick of the oil pot, and if they still perform the oil pot next, in case they are pierced by it, won't they even be able to cheat the villagers' money, which is equivalent to a trip for nothing?

Thinking of this, Xiang Ziping walked quickly to the bald head and whispered: "The idea is a little hard, you can't play the oil pot anymore."

"The pot is all up, what can you do without the oil pan?" The bald head turned around, and his originally calm face showed an anxious look.

Xiang Ziping obviously thought of a countermeasure a long time ago, and replied like a stream: "Fire refining water ghost." "Good

." The monk nodded, and his expression returned to calm.

Under Xiang Ziping's command, the lit fire was extinguished, and the "hot oil" in the pot was poured back into the vat.

Seeing this, the villagers immediately showed dissatisfaction.

"Didn't you say yes to reach out and get off the oil pot?"

"That's it, after talking about the oil pot and not down, aren't you Mongolian?"

"This is also too disgusting, is it another ignition, another pot, tossed enough, and finally stopped acting?"

Listening to the noise in his ears, Xiang Ziping couldn't help but feel ten thousand horses galloping in his heart.

You guys look at it in vain, there are actually so many opinions?

Wait, even if you are iron roosters today, Lao Tzu will have to pinch a few hairs off you!

Thinking viciously in his heart, Xiang Ziping turned to the crowd and said: "Fellow villagers, fathers, this senior monk invited down from Jiulong Mountain, sees that your village seems to have some evil spirits, so he wants to take action and help eradicate evil."

As soon as these words came out, the field suddenly exploded.

Some young children were even frightened and cried on the spot, and the scene was suddenly chaotic.

"What's the thing, there's an evil spirit?"

"Wouldn't you?"

"Our village is good, where does the evil spirit come from?"

Seeing that the villagers were all showing panic, Chai Wenbin immediately squeezed out of the crowd and shouted sharply: "Less nonsense here, if there is no explanation for this matter today, don't say that I will drive you out!"

Xiang Ziping was unhurried and took two steps back.

He has been traveling south and north for more than ten years, and naturally knows that this kind of occasion is naturally not unencountered.

At this time, the bald head wearing a monk's robe stood opposite Chai Wenbin, clasped his hands together and said: "The monks do not speak, there is something, there is none, and the poor monk never lies."

Before Chai Wenbin could speak, the surrounding villagers couldn't help it, one by one.

"Shouldn't there really be any evil spirit in our village?"

"I see that what the monk said is presentable, not like a fake."

"If this is true, then our village will be unlucky!"

Seeing this, Chai Wenbin's face was a little difficult to look at.

He could have directly greeted the villagers and driven them out of the village, but the problem was that if he didn't understand it, he would definitely panic in the future.

If he really let the above know, as the village chief of South Willow Village, he would definitely not be able to eat and go.

After thinking about it, Chai Wenbin asked with a cold face: "Monk, since you said that there is evil qi, let's talk about where the evil qi is?"

"Right there!" The bald head stretched out his hand and said without expression.

The villagers' gaze followed the direction of his finger and found that it was the wooden bridge that crossed the river.

Immediately, many people changed their faces.

"I said how to cross the river these days, I always feel cold behind me."

"Fuck, yesterday I borrowed my cousin's bicycle to go to town, but when I went, I punctured my tire by the bridge, and when I came back to cross the bridge, I dropped the chain three times."

"The eldest of the old Miao family, I drank too much wine the year before last and drowned in the river, should it be..." The

more the villagers spoke, the more mysterious they became, and the timid people couldn't help but get goosebumps.

Chen Xiuqing leaned close to Su Mu and asked, "Husband, what that monk said, shouldn't it be true?"

"Scared?" Su Mu asked.

Chen Xiuqing shook his head and replied, "You are next to me, of course I am not afraid."

Su Mu stretched out his hand to grasp his soft hand and said with a smile: "Daughter-in-law, I am very satisfied with your answer, since you are not afraid, then let's see what tricks these people plan to play." "