Speaking of the bridgehead in the west of the town, there is a unique lively atmosphere. These craftsmen who are seeking life are running around for life. Seeing this puppet team, from a foreign country, there are five or six people, playing gongs and playing gongs, playing gongs and playing gongs, playing gongs and playing gongs, and playing gongs, and playing gongs. The division of labor and cooperation are performed, and a wonderful scene is played.

The bored townsmen on weekdays find them to come here to have some fun. The old men and little kids who smoke dry tobacco all like to watch this puppet show.

Fu Xiaowa squeezed into the crowd, fascinated by watching it, and followed the dozens of viewers. He took out some candied sugar cakes and candied fruits from the treasure bags, and ate them very happily, so it was so good.

He found that an uncle next to him looked at him from time to time. He happily said to the uncle next to him, "This chicken dances very well!"

Luo Xinyi said coldly with his eyes on the side: "What kind of chicken? This is a goose. The name of the play is called Saint-like Goose Playing Guo Qing!"

Fu Xiaowa scratched the back of his head and said, "It turned out to be a goose. I said why is he so fat!"

"Why didn't the saint turn into a chicken?"

"Chicken can't swim, you stupid guy!"

"But this is a departure from life, it's more appropriate to melt a chicken!"

"Art should also pay attention to rationality!"

Suddenly, the old man sitting in front could no longer help and said, "This play is the Queen Mother who surrenders to the phoenix, that is the phoenix. What are you talking about?"

Suddenly, the two 25 dared not speak anymore, and watched the scene above honestly continue to be staged. At this time, the phoenix was reborn in the ashes, and both of them cheered. Suddenly, the people next to them continued to look disgusted, because everyone around them knew that the evil phoenix was about to start eating the fairy.

"Uncle, will you give me some melon seeds?" Fu Xiaowa ate and handed over the snacks in his hand.

"If you don't eat, take it away!" Luo Xinyi was still very cold.

Fu Xiaowa continued to eat hotly next to him. The more exciting the play was, the two of them called out like-mindedly, without following the order at all. The townsmen next to them stood farther and farther away from them, for fear of being infected by the stupidity of the two.

Two guys who were fascinated by the show began to eat melon seeds and snacks together. They criticized and praised them in various ways. The two of them seemed to be the same at first sight.

Halfway through, he saw a child coming to collect money with a small basket. This made Fu Xiaowa so anxious that he wanted to take a look, but he was fascinated that he only had one hundred taels of silver on him, so he still bought a black sand pot.

Now the opera troupe is asking for the show. He thrust his feet and wants to leave. But he saw the uncle next to him, who helped him throw a few cents into the basket.

Fu Xiaowa suddenly thanked: "Ah, uncle, thank you!"

"What are you grateful for? Just take your two candied fruits and keep watching!"

Two 250 people saw the end of the show with relish and found that there were only a few people around him.

"Uncle, I'm going to do business. See you again if you're destined to do it!" Fu Xiaowa thought to go buy the black sand pot.

"Well, then I'll meet again if I'm destined to be. It's very rare to have such tastes like you!" Luo Xinyi said with caressing his long beard.

"Thank you for your praise. Uncle, you are also the most knowledgeable uncle I have ever seen!" The two of them patted each other, disgusting the audience next to them. They didn't know what they were performing above.

"You're welcome!" Luo Xinyi enjoyed it.

"Okay, I'll see you again if you're destined!" Fu Xiaofu said goodbye in the end.

"See you well!"

Painting the belly full of snacks, Fu Xiaowa left the show stall with satisfaction.

Luo Xinyi still looked at this friend who had forgotten his age with appreciation. It was not until Fu Xiaowa walked a long way before he took a look. He looked at the time and went back to the headquarters.

He touched his stomach with snacks, and I wonder where the kid could receive so much food, it was like a snack stall.

Luo Xinyi left the opera stall and saw the crowds on the street huddling, feeling the hustle and bustle in Qingniu Town as it was.

At this time, with one hand on his shoulder, he was shocked. With his cultivation level, how could he not sense someone to reach out to him? If this was an assassination, he would definitely be hit.

He turned around slowly, and what imprinted into his eyes was a familiar and unfamiliar face.

"Long time no see, Brother Luo!"

It was a smiling face, a disgusting smile. At least he thought so, he had already known this person. This was his old friend Wang Boran, and what followed was a past event that he did not want to recall.

"Wang Boran, I didn't expect that you still have the face to appear in front of me!" Luo Xinyi suddenly changed into a slightly angry face.

This is Wang Boran’s visitor, the attendant who came with the five Taoist priests in the inn. Wang Boran smiled and said, “I didn’t expect that my old friend, Brother Luo, would know it. It’s not convenient to reminisce about the past. It’s better to find another place. Let’s solve the previous misunderstandings!”

"Misunderstanding? Humph, okay, I want to see what kind of misunderstanding was back then!"

After Fu Xiaowa left the bridge, he looked for Wang Gui's old man's family. It was really hard to find this family. It was not a big family. There were many residents here, including courtyard houses, households and households.

Fu Xiaowa walked along the ancient bluestone streets and alleys, looked around and inquired, and finally came to the courtyard of a middle-level family. Seeing that the family was not poor or rich, he was considered a middle-level resident of Qingniu Town.

Fu Xiaowa was dressed and knocked on the door with a clean cough. A few barking sounds came from inside, followed by footsteps.

The door opened, and a young man with some beards opened. Seeing Fu Xiaowa's strange face, he wondered: "What are you?"

Fu Xiaowa smiled and bowed to him and said his purpose: "I am from the Wang Family Wine House. I heard that there is a black sand pot in your house, so I came here on this trip to ask if I will give up my love?"

The young man came over and said as soon as he heard this, "So this is the matter, please come in first!"

Fu Xiaowa walked into the courtyard and saw flowers and plants planted in the courtyard. There was a big stone molten rock in the courtyard, which looked like an ordinary family.

When he entered the hall, Fu Xiaowa responded and sat down. Seeing that the house was rich and all kinds of furniture were available, a young woman was holding the baby and looking at her husband to greet Fu Xiaowa.

After taking the seat, the young man sat on the chair next to Fu Xiaowa, slowly brewed a pot of tea, and then said: "My family does have such an ancestral black sand pot. You did come by chance. My child was born just now. Now the family lacks so much silver, and he also has plans to sell it. If the child had not been born, I'm afraid you would have been in vain this time!"

Fu Xiaowa said happily: "Of course it's good. How much does it cost to sell to sir?"

Seeing that the young man thought for a little, he offered the price: "One hundred taels of silver, what do you think?"

When Fu Xiaowa heard Dale, the silver on his body was just enough, so he said, "This price is fair. I can accept it. Please bring the jar!"

As he spoke, Fu Xiaowa took out a hundred taels of silver from his body and put it on the table. The young man looked at the silver on the table. It was indeed the current official silver. He nodded, stood up, and took out a pitch-black pot from the room. It was as big as a head and was shiny outside. This was the holy product of wine making medicine, the black sand pot.

Fu Xiaowa held it in his hand and stroked it magically, as smooth as silk. It turned out that this was a black sand pot.

"How is it? Are you satisfied with it, little brother?" the young man said with a smile.

"Satisfied!" Fu Xiaowa nodded frequently, and now the Wang Family Winehouse can brew better wine.

Just as the deal was about to be completed, suddenly, an old man walked into the door. The old man walked into the house. At this time, the young man stood up and greeted him: "It turned out to be Manager Sun. It's really a mistake to welcome him!"

The old man named Sun also responded and bowed: "Mr. Zhou, I have already brought the ninety taels of silver yesterday!"

The young man suddenly looked embarrassed and said embarrassedly: "This jar, I have sold it to this little brother for 100 taels of silver. Manager Sun is coming one step late!"

"Ah?" The shopkeeper Sun was shocked and looked at Fu Xiaowa. This shopkeeper Sun was the shopkeeper of the Sun Family Wine Firm in Qingniu Town. The wine industry he opened was very large and he was very eager for the black pottery jar. He knew about this situation and he caressed his long beard and said, "Let's go, I will pay 110 taels of silver. Will Mr. Zhou consider it again?"

The young man named Mr. Zhou was stunned. The ten taels of silver were not counted. He touched his chin, then looked at Fu Xiaowa and said, "This little brother, this..."

Fu Xiaowa touched her body and found that she was only one hundred taels of silver, and even if she had it, she would not increase the price. He felt ache in his heart and had to bow and say, "If this shopkeeper Sun really likes it, sell it to this shopkeeper Sun!"

The young man said happily: "Thank you, brother, for your understanding. I will sell it to Manager Sun!"

As he said that, he took the black pot from Fu Xiaowa. Fu Xiaowa reluctantly let go, looking at the black pot and put it into the hands of Manager Sun.

The shopkeeper Sun took the black sand pot in his hand, looked at it for a moment, and praised it: "It's indeed a good thing. Even if it costs 110 taels of silver, it's worth it!"

As he said that, the shopkeeper Sun took out 110 taels of silver from the sleeve and put it into the young man's hand. The young man happily took it over, and now he sold another ten taels of silver. He thought, if the child had increased the price, it would be fine. The two tigers could sell it at a better price.

Fu Xiaowa was disappointed. Seeing this black pot that he was about to get, it fell into the hands of others. Moreover, Sun Family Wine House is also the biggest competitor of Wang Family Wine House, what should I do in the future?

While he was about to come out of the inner room, an old man seemed to hear what had happened just now. He looked at Fu Xiaowa, then thought for a moment, and then said, "Ninety taels, little brother, I will sell this black sand pot to you!"

The young man hurriedly said, "Dad, this black sand pot, this shopkeeper Sun paid 110 taels!"

The shopkeeper Wang nodded quickly and said yes.

The old man still ignored the two words and said, "Ninety-two, little brother, do you want it?"

Fu Xiaowa was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to say that if he sold ninety taels, why would he not want it? He still wanted it for 110 taels, but he just had no money.

The shopkeeper Sun was anxious and said, "Old man, I will pay 120 taels of silver. I want this pot!"

When Fu Xiaowa heard this, he didn't say anything, but saw the old man still asking, "Ninety-two taels, do you want it?"

"Dad, dad, it's 120 taels, what's wrong with you!" the young man said busy.

At this time, Fu Xiaowa realized that the old man was the one who sold firewood before he entered the martial arts hall. He said happily: "So it's you!"

The old man smiled and nodded, caressed his long beard, and said, "Ninety taels, if you want it, take it. I originally planned to sell it for ninety taels, but now it is not much or less!"

Fu Xiaowa bowed, but his answer shocked the old man: "I won't want this, even ninety taels, you should sell it to Manager Sun!"

The old man was surprised and said, "Why, you just had to pay a hundred taels?"

Fu Xiaowa said: "You must be honest in doing business. Yesterday, your family had negotiated with the shopkeeper Sun and sold it to shopkeeper Sun. He had already agreed to the deal!"

Hearing this, the old man's expression froze. He thought that the child who sold firewood at a low price was already upright enough, and he did not expect that Fu Xiaowa had exceeded his imagination. Perhaps for others, it was pedantic. But for the beneficiaries, it was an extremely trustworthy business partner. Now it seems that even if the entire property was placed on this child, the child would not lose half a cent.

He sighed and said, "Well, I'm ashamed of saying that, ninety taels, Manager Sun, if you want it, take it!"

Manager Sun was still shocked. He had never seen such a thing in business for so many years. He could not imagine that he would not take advantage of it. In this cold shopping mall, this is simply an impossible myth. He calmed down his inner excitement and said, "One hundred and twenty taels, I said I would buy it. To be honest, I really don't care about these dozens of taels of silver, but today I finally realized that I have never seen anything I have done business in my life!"

The young man hesitated for a while and finally said, "Shopkeeper Sun, this is my fault. Ninety taels, or at the original price, I won't charge you if it's too much, so I'll sell you!"

In the end, the deal was still ninety taels. This matter, like what we agreed yesterday, did not change at all. All the interests of the void are still returning to the void. The people who should pay still pay so much, and the people who should charge receive so much. However, this interest has turned into a little excitement in people's hearts, which has caused some changes in everyone's hearts.

In the end, Fu Xiaowa didn't buy anything, and he was still very happy. He silently put away the 100 taels of silver on the table, and he could only find another way.

Just as Fu Xiaowa was about to go back, the old man called out: "Wait a moment!"

Fu Xiaowa looked back and asked, "Old man, what?"

"Aren't you going to buy a clay pot?" the old man asked.

"Yes, let me see who else has it in Qingniu Town!" Fu Xiaowa smiled.

"You don't have to look for it, there is only one black sand pot!" said the old man.

"Oh!" Fu Xiaowa rose a little disappointed.

"Although there is no black sand pot, I have one here!"

Suddenly, the shopkeeper Sun shouted: "Black gold sand pot?"...)
Chapter completed!