The moonlight was cold, Sai Xishi closed his eyes and clasped his hands facing the lake. This scene looked a bit beautiful.
"What wish did you make?"
She opened her eyes and said, "I wish that my great-grandmother, whom I have never met, can keep my daughter safe."
"What? You have a daughter?!"
Sai Xishi smiled and said: "Boss, you have to keep it a secret. My daughter is almost four years old, but I only told you."
Her figure is perfect, and she doesn't look like someone who has given birth to a child. Her daughter is four years old, which means she gave birth to a child when she was not twenty years old. There is no need to ask some questions. The father will definitely not care about the child.
"My children are young and ignorant now. Have you never thought about finding a reliable man to live a stable life?" I asked.
Sai Xishi looked at me with a sneer on his face and said: "What men like to do most is to force good girls to become prostitutes and to persuade prostitutes to be good, so as to show how noble their own character is. I have long seen through this creature of men."
I immediately said: "What you said is a generalization. According to you, there is no good man in the world? Then there must be men who are not good at eating, drinking, whoring, gambling, cheating, kidnapping and stealing."
"Where is it? You?"
I waved my hands hurriedly: "I'm not, I'm a perfect young man."
"A man is essentially an animal dominated by his lower body," she pointed at her head and smiled: "What controls a man's thoughts and actions is actually not here, but there. As long as a woman controls there, it is equivalent to control. This man." As she spoke, she pointed at my crotch.
I don't want to argue with her about this. It's pointless. This woman must have been hurt before, and it was a deep injury.
She gritted her teeth and said to me: "Now I rely on my beauty to wander among the rich and save money desperately, just so that I will not rely on any man in the future! Even if I don't find a man to marry in this life! In the future, my daughter You can also receive the best education! Live a prosperous life!"
Seeing that she was a little excited when she spoke, I frowned slightly.
I take back what I said before about her being evil. She has her own goals and plans for her future life. She is a self-reliant woman who will destroy others if she doesn't do it for herself. I admire this character.
Putting myself in my shoes, I feel that if I were a woman whose heart was broken by a man, then I would sell it and endure the humiliation of selling it for a few years, earn tens of millions of dollars, and when the time comes, I would look down on all the men around me with such a bright and beautiful look. It makes me happy just thinking about it.
Of course, being ugly is definitely not enough. If she looks like Tingting, it will scare away all the men, and they probably won’t even want to pay for her.
Recalling Tingting, for so many years, she has been firmly occupying the first place among the ugly women I have seen.
Tingting has a pumpkin head, bandy legs, a freckle face, and rabbit teeth. She is 1.5 meters tall and weighs 200 pounds. When she lies down on the bed, she looks like a big stone bump on the road. No one can move her except the water pump.
However, Tingting is not inferior at all. She is very confident. She has always considered herself to be a high-quality woman.
"I see there is an all-night food stall over there. Let's go get something to eat?"
"good."
For a moment, she hid all her worries and returned to her normal self.
"Boss, can you recommend some delicious specialties?"
The owner of the food stall is a skinny old man in his seventies with a hoarse voice. His apron looks greasy under the streetlight.
"I see you two are eating, so let's have a cold dish and two hot dishes. How about a main dish?"
"Okay, let's take a look."
"Then let's have a plate of Jinfeng Sixi Tofu, stew the fish with Lai Langli Baitiao and firewood sticks, and let's have a dry-fried dumpling as the main dish."
"Okay, hurry up."
Sai Xishi asked curiously: "What is a dumpling? I have never eaten it. Is it a steamed bun? The name sounds interesting."
I chuckled and said, "Not only does it sound interesting, it also looks interesting, and it tastes even more interesting."
The food was served one after another. When Sai Xishi saw the hanging bag, he spat softly: "You little rascal."
I laughed and said, "What's going on? Even though it looks ugly, it has at least hundreds of years of history! This is the customary staple food of old Chun'an. In the past, it was said that eating this food would guarantee the birth of a son."
"Fuck you! Come on! Eat one and let me see!"
She smiled and picked it up with her chopsticks and handed it to my mouth.
After playing for a while, she took a bite and said, "Don't tell me, this weird bun tastes pretty good. How does yours compare with this one?"
I reacted and immediately said: "Are you kidding? How to compare? It's not the same magnitude! It's like comparing the size of the earth and the sun!"
She giggled so hard that she fell on the table.
Suddenly, there was a sound of humming an opera coming from behind. There was no one there except us, the skinny old man who owned the food stall.
Although I couldn't understand the words the thin old man hummed, the tune was very catchy, just like speaking allegro, the style was lively, rough and catchy.
At this time, Sai Xishi next to me also hummed a few lines, and her humming was even better.
The thin old man immediately said happily: "Yo! This tune is authentic! I didn't expect you, girl, to sing the old triangle opera!"
Sai Xishi smiled and said, "Thank you, old man. I just have a rough idea."
The old man shook his hands and sang again, and Sai Xishi immediately picked up the song.
I didn't understand it at all, so I asked them what kind of show it was.
Sai Xishi explained that this is called Mu Opera, commonly known as Triangle Opera, or Bamboo Horse Opera. It is basically invisible now. It is considered a local opera in Laochun'an. In the past, three people usually sang during performances, so it was called Triangle Opera.
Sai Xishi also said that the section the old man sang to her was called "The Story of Blood Bamboo Shoots". The plot was about a down-and-out scholar named Li Xiaotian who went to steal bamboo shoots from other people's fields at night to satisfy his hunger. As a result, he happened to see the village woman Zhang in the bamboo forest. Li Xiaotian had an affair with a wild man, and then the wild man teamed up with Zhang to kill Li Xiaotian with stones.
A month later, the host came to collect bamboo shoots in the field and unexpectedly dug up a blood-red "blood bamboo shoot". Even the most knowledgeable old man in the village had never seen this kind of blood bamboo shoot. Later, the matter was reported to the corrupt official. In the ears of County Magistrate Zhao, County Magistrate Zhao thought that the blood bamboo shoots were some kind of natural treasure, so he forcibly snatched them and took them for himself.
The truth turned out to be that the bloody bamboo shoots were the soul of Li Xiaotian. Unwilling to reconcile, he possessed the body of Magistrate Zhao. From then on, Magistrate Zhao's personality changed drastically. The orderly management of the county's people's livelihood was loved by the people. After hearing about this, Prince Yama decided to be lenient and allowed him to resurrect his body and live for twenty years in the body of County Magistrate Zhao so that he could provide for his old mother until she died.
In the past, such superstitious plays have always been restricted, and now many similar old plays have been completely lost. Therefore, young people like Sai Xishi can play such lost old plays, which attracted the attention of the thin old man. Beautiful women like Sai Xishi who can speak and sing were definitely courtesans in the past.
"Uncle, come sit down and have a drink together."
"No, how can I be so embarrassed?"
"Anyway, there's no business at this point, so come on."
"Then... let's just take two bites?"
I drank cheap and low-quality liquor, but paired it with the authentic hard dish called Langli Baitiao. One sip of wine and two bites of food, it was very enjoyable.
"Uncle, which village are you from?"
"Me, I used to be from Fude Village."
Note that he actually said "endowed virtue" at first, but I mistakenly thought it became "enriched virtue".
I nodded: "Fude Village is good. Now the economy of that harbor town in Fude is developing very well."
The old man immediately shook his head: "Young man, the Fude Village you are talking about is the village that was relocated 60 years ago. I am talking about the old Fude Village before. The wealth and virtues given have long since sunk into the river."
I suddenly realized: "Oh, this means I am ignorant."
Perhaps the old man is nostalgic. When we talked about the old village, he kept telling me how great the old village was back then. Soon, I caught a key word from what he said.
"Fu De Pagoda."
Out of instinctive professional sensitivity, I subconsciously asked about the specific details of this old Fude Pagoda.
After two glasses of wine, the old man started chatting. He said: "That pagoda is amazing. I even climbed it when I was a child! The pagoda is fifteen meters high and five meters wide! It was built by a high-ranking official in the late Ming Dynasty!" "
"Young man, I'm telling you something. When I was a kid, my mother told me that there were 100,800 taels of silver hidden in the tower. They were hidden in several large vats. They were all high-quality snowflake official silver. This matter It’s absolutely true. Just one month before the dam released floods, I still clearly remember that some comrades engaged in cultural relics work came to the village to investigate the pagoda.”
I frowned, thinking that this old man was too drunk to brag to me.
One hundred and eight hundred taels of snowflake silver?
What a concept, if converted according to the currency measurement of the Ming Dynasty, it would be more than three tons! In a brick tower in a small village, I believe that any landowner in the past could hide a hundred and eighty taels of silver, more than three tons. That is unrealistic.
"Uncle, what is the name of the high official who built the pagoda? Do you know?"
"Then who knows? I only heard from the old man that the tower was built by Mr. Fang, but in the past there were not even 10,000 but 8,000 people with the surname Fang in our area."
I frowned, and suddenly I remembered a name I had read in the county annals of the Qing Dynasty.
This matter......
A bad thing might actually be true.
