"Anyway, I heard from my master that ordinary actors are not willing to be yin opera actors. But most of those who become yin opera actors have lost their reputation in the world. They just borrowed their bodies and came to the world to sing for these wild libertines. If you don't invite them, The wild prodigal has no chance to stand, so he shouldn't torment a living person!"
Seeing the fear in Yue Erpao's eyes, Mrs. Ma immediately understood what he was thinking: "Why did you react so strongly to them just now? Did you also see this thing at that time, and that's why you went to Yintuo Village in fascination."
Seeing that Mrs. Ma guessed what he was thinking, Yue Erpao nodded and looked at her like a god:
"Grandma Ma, why do you look like a living god!"
"At that time, Huzi and I went to the town to visit the temple fair. Then we couldn't hold back our urine for some reason. When we saw the outdoor stage there, we ran behind the outdoor stage and peed as fast as we could."
"I didn't expect it. When I came out, Hu Zi seemed to be hysterical. He told me that someone in Yintuo Village was setting up cages to catch prey. I was itching to go and see it."
"When I went to the place, I saw that the cages were full of wild animals with good coats, and I wanted to take a few home to try them out. As soon as Huzi and I drove the carriage home, I immediately started vomiting and diarrhea, and I almost vomited bile. Once you get out, you won’t know anything after that!”
Mrs. Ma laughed and laughed: "That's natural. Yin actors can't do anything else. They can do it with ease. If you urinate on someone else's property, you won't be punished."
"Second Artillery, do you still remember what was written on the Yin stage?"
Yue Guanchao understood that for temple fairs like this, if the host invites a troupe, the couplets on both sides of the troupe will have their names and status, which can be regarded as a sign for the host.
Yue Erpao rubbed the back of his head, knitted his brows and kept thinking, and blurted out: "The writing is very sour. You also know that I don't like to read the whole book. I don't know what else it means. Anyway, I can just read the inside. Have a name."
"who?"
"The birthday boy Zheng Shenfeng!"
Damn... Yue Guanchao's heart skipped a beat when he heard this name, and he wished he could lift the lid off that old beast!
He had thought before that Yin Tuo Zhai had conspired first, but he had no evidence. Seeing that the owner of the temple fair was Zheng Shenfeng, all his suspicions had come true.
I'm afraid that the second artilleryman was trapped this time, not just because he was shocked, but more likely because he was tricked by someone, and he was trapped one after another, almost scaring the two uncles to death!
If all the old calligrapher's actions were premeditated, then there would be no accidental knowledge of his second uncle's identity. In this case, I'm afraid the plans for their three uncles would have begun early on.
But Yue Guanchao had no idea who was trying to get in trouble with them.
However, he didn't think this old bastard would really give up!
These bandits are just dogs that have smelled the smell of meat. They have already eaten meat. How can they put away their fangs easily?
In other words, Yintuo Village must have another plan... Thinking of this, Yue Guanchao's somewhat peaceful mind in the past few days became anxious again.
He had to give his second uncle a warning to prevent them from running into trouble again in the village.
"I said, if you two don't want to go shopping anymore, then let's go back home, how about that?"
"Okay, Granny Ma, we both listen to you!"
After everything was ready, the two brothers took their things and followed Mrs. Ma back to the carriage. Old Man Yue saw the old lady sitting on the carriage, knocked out her pipe and drove forward.
On the way, Yue Guanchao asked Yue Erpao to replace his second uncle, and muttered to the old man Yue:
"Second Uncle, the temple fair where the Second Artillery Incident happened seems to have been put together by the veteran calligraphers of Yintuo Village. I feel that this bandit is very sinister. I don't know when he will cause trouble for us again. I will go there in a few days. Empress Fengtian, you and the Second Artillery Group should act accordingly."
Old Man Yue seemed to have known about this for a long time. He frowned and nodded:
"Don't worry, I know what's going on. You have to bring the second artillery piece with you so that he can be at home in case something happens. The further away from Yingzuiping, the safer it will be."
"But don't take the initiative to take him with you. This kid will definitely want to ask why. Let him follow you out of curiosity."
"Okay, I know what to do."
The sun is hanging in the sky, and the sun is blazing high.
When they drove the carriage back to Baixianwei, a lot of people had gathered under the tree in front of Granny Ma's hospital. Wuyangyang stood under the tree, with the bright light shining on him, but he couldn't see any shadow!
"Hey, it came pretty fast."
Yue Guanchao followed her gaze and saw many exquisitely dressed women with sleeves standing under the tree. It was as if they had entered the backstage of a theater, with heavy makeup, oily hair and powdered faces, and flowers on their temples.
These women have graceful steps, faint smiles, and every move they make is graceful and charming.
He looked at the feet of these female characters, and his heart skipped a beat. The heels were obviously not touching the ground.
