Fraud

Chang'an was just about to take a closer look at his appearance when he felt a pain under his nose and suddenly woke up.

Wu cried with joy and hugged Chang'an tightly for a while, feeling scared.

Today, my father-in-law went crazy. I don't know what stimulated him, but he came to rob Chang'an and strangled her to death.

"Sanshun, what are we going to do in the future? Your father dared to rob Chang'an in front of so many people. Who knows, he might do it again next time. Chang'an is so small, you can't stay at home forever without going out, right?" Wu said, wiping her tears.

Song Sanshun was silent for a moment, then said, "Why don't I bring Chonglou here and ask him to help look after Chang'an, so he can keep you company."

I am a man and I always have to go out to work. I definitely can't stay at home all the time.

My brother-in-law has just recovered from a serious illness and is not suitable for doing heavy work right away. It would be better to bring him here so that he can accompany Chang'an and his sister, and my wife can cook some delicious food for him to help him recuperate.

Mrs. Wu nodded immediately: "Okay, let's go to the temple fair tomorrow and pick up Chonglou on the way."

The next morning, Wu asked Mrs. Qian to come and help look after the yard, while she and her husband took little Chang'an to the temple fair.

Also going with them were Goudan and his son, and Xiaochutou and his son.

As they were unable to hire an ox cart, they had to walk to Tieniu Town.

When I got to the original place, I saw two vendors squatting there looking around.

When a peddler saw Chang'an, his eyes lit up instantly and he ran over immediately: "Hey! My dear, why haven't you come for so long?"

Changan looked confused.

Seeing that the kid had forgotten him, the vendor had to introduce himself: "My name is Li Si'er, and I used to exchange your goods."

Chang'an seemed to remember and nodded at him.

The vendor chuckled and said, "What did you bring today? Let me see it."

Song Sanshun showed the ten colorful clay figures in his backpack: "There are only ten clay figures."

The vendor took one look and immediately said, "Two hundred coins each, I'll take them all!"

Hey, for some reason, the clay statues made by the little doll are particularly popular. Even Zhang the baldest man in town likes to buy from him.

That bald guy is actually a half-Taoist priest. Even though he is always cheating people, what he says is really effective. People in the town would rather be cheated by him than disbelieve in evil.

Song Sanshun was about to agree when he heard someone shout, "I'll pay 500 coins each, give them all to me!"

The vendor got angry when he heard this. He turned around and saw that it was Baldy Zhang. He couldn't help but said angrily, "How can you steal other people's business like you?"

"Who copied your business? This little kid is my old friend, right Chang'an?" Baldy Zhang looked at Chang'an with a smile.

Chang'an still remembered the bald uncle and nodded.

The vendor was not happy and grabbed Song Sanshun's backpack and said, "In business, first come first served is also the rule. I was here first, so this must be given to me."

He paused, gritted his teeth and said: "I'll also offer 500 coins!" Even if he could sell it for 550 coins, he would rather leave it to the damned Baldy Zhang!

Baldy Zhang rolled his eyes and said, "They have ten clay statues. Do you have five strings of cash?"

The vendor was stunned, then said, "Then I'll pay for five first, and I can take the remaining five home!"

Baldy Zhang came closer, looked into Song Sanshun's backpack, and said, "What are you going to take? I'll be merciful and give you five, and the remaining five will be mine."

After saying that, he picked up the two Dragon King statues and the three God of Wealth statues.

Then he took out three strings of copper coins from his pocket and handed them to Song Sanshun, two large strings and one small string, as if they were specially counted. "Here, two thousand five hundred coins."

Song Sanshun took the copper coins and counted them, and it was indeed two strings of coins and five hundred coins.

Not to be outdone, the vendor took the remaining five into his basket, paid for them, and left.

Song Laoliu and Song You were both stunned.

The clay dolls in Chang'an are sold for 500 coins each, so how much do you want this one to cost?

Another vendor seemed to see through their thoughts and sneered, "The clay statues you two sell are worth at most 150 coins each. I don't want any more than that."

Song Laoliu looked at the ten clay statues in his backpack and said with reluctance, "Okay." One hundred and fifty is one hundred and fifty. At least he can earn more than a thousand yuan, which is much better than the last temple fair.

Changan and Sanshun didn't come the last few times, and I ended up selling a total of four clay statues. Now I can sell ten at a time, which is really a surprise.

Afterwards, a few more vendors came over and exchanged the clay statues of the small hoes for 150 coins each.

Before leaving, he said, "You should make more statues of the Dragon King or the Water God in the future. Everywhere is praying for rain these days, and those two are the best sellers."

Goudan and Xiaochutou nodded.

Seeing that the clay statues had been sold, Song Sanshun was about to carry his niece to the temple to worship the gods when he suddenly heard Zhang Tuzi ask, "Little Chang'an, will you come next time?"

Changan: "I don't know."

Baldy Zhang smiled and said, "Then how about I go to your house to buy a clay statue?"

Changan blinked and asked, "Can you find my house?"

"Of course, we can find out by asking the ox cart driver." said Baldy Zhang.

Changan: "Okay."

If Uncle Baldy wants to go, I can't stop him, so I might as well agree to it.

When Baldy Zhang saw that the little kid agreed, he smiled at Song Sanshun again and left with the five clay statues.

Song Samsoon breathed a sigh of relief.

This person is obviously just a down-and-out Taoist priest who likes to cheat people everywhere, but he gives people a sense of oppression and makes people inexplicably afraid.

"Let's go to the temple to burn some incense and worship Buddha." Song Sanshun walked in front holding his little niece, followed closely by Wu. Song Laoliu and Song You also led their son up the mountain.

The mountain road was crowded with people, some of whom were beating gongs and drums and waving flags as they went up.

Halfway through the journey, Changan suddenly felt uneasy and grabbed his uncle by the collar, saying, "Don't go! Go home! Go home!"

Song Sanshun looked at the temple not far away on the mountain and whispered to comfort him: "We will be there soon. Let's worship the gods and leave."

"No, no!" Chang'an shook his head like a rattle and insisted on going back.

Seeing her niece making such a fuss, Mrs. Wu also became a little nervous: "Why don't we go back? Look, there are too many people here. I think the temple will be almost full."

"Yeah!" Chang'an nodded continuously.

Song Sanshun glanced at the mountain gate and saw many people coming in and out, so he had to carry her back, and did not forget to greet Song Laoliu and Song You, father and son.

Song Laoliu was a little puzzled: "We were almost at the mountain gate, why did you go back?"

Song Sanshun said, "I see there are too many people up there. What if we get pushed down the mountain road? We all have children with us, so we'd better not join in the fun."

Song Laoliu thought about it, felt that it made sense, and turned back with his son.

Song You looked at the incense and candles he had bought and didn't want to give up halfway, but his son Xiao Chutou refused to go.

Little Chutou's creed is to listen to the master in everything. Whatever the master says is the truth and he cannot go against it. Even if he has bought his own incense and candles, he must unite with the master and go home.

There was no choice, Song You had to take his son and follow Song Sanshun back.

When they arrived at the market, they simply visited the stalls and even went to a wonton stall to eat a bowl of wontons.

Song Sanshun bought a lot of paints for his niece and also bought some tools for himself.

I bought everything from a saw, a chisel, an axe, and a drill because winter was coming and I had to go to the mountains to chop more firewood to bring back.

At this moment, there was chaos on the other side of the mountain road, and many people were screaming and fleeing in all directions.

"Oh no! Someone fell down the mountain! Help!" (End of this chapter)