Zhu Dahua knocked on the pot and shouted, and soon a group of villagers gathered.
The aunt was talking at someone else's house when she saw a strong man coming near the door of her house. He was holding a basin of his own and beside it was the earthen pot that he had thrown away in the morning. Her face flushed and she hurried home. Then she took the basin away and said, "You How about taking other people’s things and smashing them? It’s up to you to pay for it.”
"Please drink the fairy dew and you will be as beautiful as a flower for a hundred years."
"Hahaha." The villagers laughed, and the aunt blushed. She took the basin home and came out with a broom in a blink of an eye. "Don't stand in front of other people's houses. My man is coming back. Hurry up."
Zhu Dahua chose this house because it was in the center of the village and was built more beautifully than other houses. It was more convenient for people from the beginning and end of the village to come here and attract the most customers.
Of course it's okay to leave, but the premise is that you have to sell things.
I won't let you stand at the door. If you stand in the middle of the street, you can't control me.
"Don't miss it when you pass by. The treasure of Penglai Xiandao, the Immortal Dew, was originally priced at 1,888, but now it's only 88, 88. If you can't buy it, you'll suffer a loss, and you won't be fooled.
I came from a neighboring village and now there is only this pot left, first come first served. "
"If this fairy dew of yours is real, why did you bring it to the village to sell it? The emperors, generals and ministers are the rich people. Don't you make more from selling it to them than selling it to us common people?"
Before Tuo could say anything, the wise old man from the village asked first.
Zhu Dahua said, "I was originally a woodcutter. One day, I went to the mountains to cut firewood. I met two boys playing chess in the mountains. I watched them for a while. When the boys finished playing chess and won the boy, they gave me a bag of immortality. medicine.
He said that he was born in this village for a thousand years. Even though you are here, bring me a message. He has become an immortal and is thinking about giving back to his hometown. As for the errand fees, those who are destined will not treat you badly.
So I mixed this medicine with the fairy spring water and brought it to you. "
The villagers suddenly understood. Zhisou took out a piece of cloth, spread it in his hand, opened it, and asked tremblingly, "How many more potions do you have? I bought them all."
"Old man, if you take everything, what will others do? One person has one mouthful, there is not much." Zhu Dahua spoke loudly so that people behind the three-story crowd could hear.
The villagers ran home to get their money, while some were still waiting and watching. Some even directly said that the fairy dew was fake and wanted to report it to the official.
Tuoer was tricked by Zhisou. The second-rate men thought that they had to do something to make this happen, so they put their arms on the shoulders of those who objected and went to the corner to whisper.
The aunt watched at the door for a while, then turned around and went back to get a spoon. She pushed through the crowd and handed it to Zhu Dahua.
"This goes together with the clay pot. That pot was also a medicine pot." The voice was not loud, but people nearby heard it. Several people wrapped the copper plate tightly and stuffed it into their belts.
"That medicine jar in your house is unlucky. Don't spread the disease to us. How can we make a living by asking people to work?" As he said, 70% of the crowd had gone, and it looked extremely thin.
Zhu Dahua quickly bowed, took the spoon as if receiving an imperial edict, and said seriously, "Thank you so much to the female Bodhisattva for giving me the spoon to distribute the wealth to the people. It is a great merit. You will definitely live a long life."
When the aunt saw that her business was ruined, she was very embarrassed and said, "What kind of Bodhisattva am I? Just don't hold grudges against me." While talking, she ran towards the house, as if Zhu Dahua would fight for her.
Zhu Dahua was ashamed, "The fairy boy said, whoever gives a clay pot a spoon can have a free drink.
I won’t embarrass you. If you want this hundred-year life, just take a sip. If not, just go home. I have nothing to do with you, so don’t be afraid. "
This aunt looked like she was afraid of getting into trouble. Zhu Dahua tried her best to be friendly, but it seemed to be of no use.
The aunt ran back home and closed the door. No one dared to take the first sip.
Zhu Dahua glanced at the hired sitter, the second-rate boy at the entrance of the village. The latter smiled, caught up and said loudly,
"This fairy dew of yours, can you give me a taste of whether it's real or fake?"
"Can I still lie to you?"
Zhu Dahua really didn't want to get the first bite for free, what would people think after seeing it. But if you can't take the first bite, your business will be over for the day. You won't be able to make money to hire someone. If you get sick by yourself, it will only make your life with a very low error tolerance even worse.
What's more, I can't swim.
Diving in unfamiliar waters is not much different from directly seeking death.
The more isolated a village is, the more superstitious it is. Judging from the fact that this village is quite wealthy, it is certain that medicines sold with the blessing of stories about gods and ghosts can be sold.
But everything is difficult at the beginning, as difficult as reaching the sky.
What can a medicine jar do? Utensils are just utensils, and what can't get through is the human heart.
This second-rate guy is so stingy, his pocket must be cleaner than his face.
You have to make up a reason to let him take the first sip.
Zhu Dahua rolled his eyes and said, "The fairy boy rewards the good and punishes the evil. Have you ever done anything good or good?"
"He seems to have saved someone, right." The villagers who had not yet left said at a glance.
"The man fished out of the water is still living in his shack."
"That's right, that's right. Don't look at him hanging around all day and not doing his job, but he has actually saved people."
The second-rate man smiled.
The villagers had no reason to lie, not to mention that so many people said that Zhu Dahua said to the second-rater, "It seems that you are a good person, you can take the first sip."
The second-rate man had to hold his fists to thank the villagers and took the first sip. When the villagers saw that he was fine after drinking, their desire for longevity was aroused in their hearts, and they stretched their necks to see how much was left in the small jar.
But there was no sign of the second-rate guy walking out of the crowd with a thumbs up. He spat out the fairy nectar at the foot of the wall and took several mouthfuls of it.
"How many people are there who are destined to be together? There are not many, not many. If you are not interested, I will go to the next village."
Zhu Dahua chuckled and put away the clay pot.
"This is eighty-eight yuan. As a fee for running errands, give me a taste." An old man with a cane arrived late and was in tatters.
"okay."
Zhu Dahua opened the clay pot, gave him a spoon, and drank on the spot.
Unexpectedly, the old man threw away his walking stick after drinking it, stamped the ground several times, and cried with joy, "I'm fine, I can walk." The villagers all knew that this man had suffered a broken leg for more than ten years, and the coins were all smashed. A penny is saved for a pound of stone, and the coffin book is saved.
It'll be all right in a moment. Is this a miracle medicine?
They immediately rushed forward and the copper coins flew all over the sky.
The second-rate man looked at it, doubted his life for a second, and hurriedly rushed up to see if he could get another bite.
"Come one by one, there are more."
Zhu Dahua did not expect that the immortal fruit could be diluted so much and regenerate muscles and bones.
In fact, the old man is not in trouble either. It is true that he can walk without the crutches, and he can walk quite fast. After all, the fruit of immortality is real and so is the medicine.
The aunt squeezed in with a money bag in one hand and a small bowl in the other, "Is there anything else? My child has been sick for a long time."
"Yes, yes. I'll put it in a bowl for you if you take a bite."
"Thank you. You are such a good person."
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