Just when Li Huowang didn't know what was going on, the farmers sitting below started to move. They took out one or two copper coins and threw them onto the stage.
The audience were all farmers who were begging for food in the fields. Only a few threw money. Most of them threw corn cobs, potatoes and other food.
Those with more money at home would at most throw some salted fish and bacon.
But Luo Juanhua accepted all the money and thanked them.
"So this is how opera singers get paid?" Li Huowang understood.
Watching Luo Juanhua kneeling on the stage so humbly, holding her daughter and singing in a crying voice, she reached out to pick up things on the ground and put them in the basket, and bowed to the cheering people below from time to time.
He immediately sighed that it was not easy to earn this bowl of rice.
Just when Luo Juanhua was picking up things happily, a small piece of silver was thrown up.
Her eyes suddenly lit up, she reached out to pick up the silver and weighed it gently, and found that it was at least five cents. She immediately sang in an opera tune and kowtowed to the only fat old man in silk in the crowd.
"Good, good, good! You sing so well!" The red-faced old man raised his head, and another piece of broken silver flew up, welcoming Luo Juanhua's thanks.
Li Huowang was a little tired of the farce in front of him. He yawned and lay on the pile of rice stalks, and said to Zhao Wu, who was relatively stable next to him: "I'll take a nap, you watch."
"Okay, senior brother."
When Li Huowang opened his eyes again, he found that it was already noon, and others were chatting around. It seemed that everyone had spent the night in this pile of rice stalks.
The stage in the distance had been dismantled, and the Lu family was stuffing those goods into the carriage box.
"Zhao Wu, how many days of food do we have left?" Li Huowang suddenly asked. "Not much, at most three days if you save it." Zhao Wu answered immediately.
Li Huowang handed him dozens of copper coins and a small piece of black silver that he had obtained from the material room. "Go to the village to exchange for some food. I guess it will be enough for the journey."
There were more than a dozen people, all of them young men, and they consumed a lot of food. They brought so many bags from Qingfeng Temple, and they had almost eaten them all.
Zhao Wu, who was lying on the idiot's back, was about to let the idiot go into the village, but after thinking about it, he stretched out his hand to call a little Taoist boy who looked better, put the money in his hand, and whispered something to him.
Li Huowang supported himself on the pile of rice stalks with one hand and walked towards the stage in the distance.
"Old man, when are we going to leave?" Li Huowang asked Lu Zhuangyuan.
Lv Zhuangyuan looked a little anxious at this time, "Little Taoist, please wait a moment, my daughter-in-law and Xiu'er went somewhere this morning, I don't know where, I will leave as soon as she comes back."
Li Huowang was confused. "Huh? Missing? Isn't that it?"
When Lv Zhuangyuan looked towards the village along Li Huowang's finger, he saw Luo Juanhua holding a few feet of cloth in her hand, smiling and walking towards this side with her daughter in her arms.
Seeing this unreliable daughter-in-law, Lv Zhuangyuan was immediately furious, and rushed over with a pipe and scolded her.
Facing the anger of her father-in-law, Luo Juanhua seemed very innocent. "Dad, didn't you ask me to go to the village to buy cloth? You said the cloth in town is expensive..."
After venting his anger, Lu Zhuangyuan turned around and said to Li Huowang with a smile: "Little Taoist, it's okay, let's go."
"Hey~! Dad, don't leave yet, I got a business when I went to buy cloth just now."
Hearing this, Li Huowang and Lu Zhuangyuan looked at Luo Juanhua at the same time. "What business?"
"What business can we do? Of course, it's the business of singing opera. The employer is the master who gave the most money last night! Go and take a look, he said there are some things he wants to discuss with you in detail."
Hearing this, Lu Zhuangyuan couldn't walk anymore. He turned around slowly and smiled at Li Huowang.
Although the other party didn't say anything, but looking at his expression, Li Huowang certainly understood what the other party meant. "It's okay. It's more important for Mr. Lu to make money. It's just a matter of waiting one more day."
"Oh, oh, it's a sin, I'll be back soon." After saying this, Mr. Lu put the pipe in his hand to his neck, and happily dragged his daughter-in-law to the village.
Li Huowang returned to the pile of rice straw. He had nothing to do, so he picked up the shriveled Taoist bell and looked at it carefully.
If he could really drive Master You, it would undoubtedly greatly improve his strength.
It's a pity that this thing can't be summoned now, and he must find a way to repair it.
After looking over it carefully several times, he found that there was no problem with anything else, but the shriveled bell wall was the only possibility.
"If it is straightened, can it be used?"
Li Huowang thought for a moment, put a square stone under the copper bell, and then picked up a stone and knocked it hard on the bulging side.
But as soon as the stone was hit, a harsh bell sounded immediately, and Li Huowang suddenly had a splitting headache, and the stone in his hand could not be held steadily.
"This won't work. I have to ask if there is a blacksmith in this village." Li Huowang shook his dizzy head vigorously.
Just then, Li Huowang saw the Taoist children dragging two bags towards this side.
He put away the Taoist bell and followed Zhao Wu on the idiot's back to rush over there.
"Brother Li, these are all we got." The Taoist child's young face was full of anxiety. Although they were all children, they were very sensible and capable. After all, the ignorant ones had been killed by Danyangzi.
Li Huowang stretched out his hand to tear open the sack and found that it was full of dried sweet potatoes.
"Brother, these things without oil and water can't last for a few days. A fool can eat one and a half kilograms in one meal, and eating too much of this stuff will cause heartburn." Zhao Wu's words made the honest bald big guy hang his head in shame, "You...you...don't...don't...leave me...I...I will eat less!" There was not enough food, Li Huowang looked at the sack in front of him and thought about countermeasures. He heard Lu Zhuangyuan say that there was still a long way to Jianye City. If there was no food halfway, the dozen people of his couldn't just eat tree bark. He reached into his arms again and took out a gold ring wrapped with a red rope. After thinking about it, Li Huowang reached out and put it in the hands of Bai Lingmiao, who was holding his clothes behind him. "Take this thing to exchange." Li Huowang took out Xuanyang's jade pendant and handed it to Zhao Wu. "Brother, how can I exchange this? There is no pawnshop in the village, and no one can find it. Besides, these farmers may not know the value of the jade pendant."
"The jade pendant cannot be exchanged for food, so what should I do?" Just when Li Huowang was troubled by the food crisis, he saw Lv Zhuangyuan and his daughter-in-law walking towards him.
"Well, little Taoist, I have some troubles in my business. Can you help me?" Lv Zhuangyuan looked very embarrassed.
"Master Lu, I can't sing opera either. I'm afraid I can't help you with your trouble." Li Huowang felt very absurd. Did he want him to go on the stage to dance a sword?
"No, no, you can help, that is..." Lv Zhuangyuan said this, looked around furtively, and came over and said in a low voice: "Then Mr. Hu asked me to sing a ghost opera..."