"Issuance?" Mr. Zhao understood that he was planning to make money from nothing.

If he signed and sealed the loan note, the Zhao family would have owed 35,000 taels of silver for no reason.

"Yes. I have been owed a lot of debts recently, just treat it as a pitiful poor man." Fu Yao said.

"Then you have to win first." The old man insisted on the principle issue.

...

In the kitchen, Zhao Xingtai looked at the shopkeeper Jiang in front of him, and his eyes couldn't help but fall on her eyes, "Your eyes..."

He remembered that he had heard that Manager Jiang had a dispute with his son about the restaurant, but his eyes were blinded by his son. The story was spreading with both nose and eyes, and Yang Ying had always denied that Manager Jiang's eyes were not blinded by him. Not to mention the cause and effect of this, Manager Jiang's eyes were blind but it was very likely that it was a fact.

At the moment, Manager Jiang's eyes were intact and there was not even a scar, which made Zhao Xingtai doubt the authenticity of the rumors.

"It's already done." Manager Jiang didn't know that Zhao Xingtai didn't see what happened that night, "It was Fu Guanzhu's treatment."

Zhao Xingtai knew it, that means that his eyes were indeed blind before.

wrong!

"Master Fu Guan?" Speaking of this person, Zhao Xingtai's expression became subtle, "She healed her eyes? But I see that you don't look like you have just been injured, or you don't look like you have just been treated."

Medical skills will never recover so quickly, even the imperial physician cannot do this.

Seeing his expression, Manager Jiang guessed that he had probably experienced what he had done before. "What will Master Fu be like? I think you have a clear idea in your heart." Seeing that he didn't say anything, she smiled and said, "What you have never seen before does not mean it does not exist, but you are lucky to see it now."

Hearing her words, Zhao Xingtai knew that she was telling herself that what she had encountered before was not an hallucination, but was real. He said helplessly: "Can I not want this luck?"

When I was a child, I always dreamed of an old man teaching him to cook, and later my family said that it was his grandfather's appearance, which made him not completely disbelief of this kind of thing. But now he has experienced it personally and always feels a little scared.

After all, people can still reason, but ghosts and gods do not believe this.

"No." Manager Jiang said, "Since you are here, let's help prepare dinner. The owner said that you will not raise idle people."

Now that things have come to this point, even though Zhao Xingtai has not recovered from his experience today, he can only accept his fate at the moment.

The three of them were busy in the kitchen. When they finished cooking a table of good dishes, it was already dark.

After the shopkeeper Jiang packed the food, he said to Zhao Xingtai: "Xingtai, go and deliver the food with me."

He specifically called him over, and he probably had something to say to him.

Zhao Xingtai glanced at Master Yang who was cleaning up, responded, and took the initiative to help him carry the tray and walk out of the kitchen.

The kitchen is behind the subjective, with two doors in front and back. They walk through the kitchen and arrive just a few steps away.

However, when he was about to enter the subjective position, Manager Jiang stopped and said, "Xingtai, do you have nothing to tell me?"

Zhao Xingtai also stopped and said in a deep voice: "Do you want to listen to some outsiders' news?"

"Of course not." Manager Jiang smiled, "You and Master Yang and I just want to live a quiet life. Things in the outside world are better."

"I feel so, too."

In a few words, the two reached a tacit understanding.

Subjectively, Fu Yao smiled and asked Mr. Zhao to write.

"This is the first time I have seen such a poor alchemist." Mr. Zhao muttered and quickly drew a note on the loan note.

"You are a cheerful man." After Fu Yao confirmed that the loan note was correct, he put it in close contact.

Finally, Fu Yao was evenly balanced, and he felt refreshed. He touched two jars of wine from the void and drank it against Mr. Zhao.

...

The next day, it was New Year's Eve.

It was snowing heavily outside, and the shopkeeper Jiang kept Zhao Xingtai for the New Year before leaving, but Zhao Xingtai did not refuse.

When he woke up early in the morning, he and Shopkeeper Jiang pasted the Spring Festival couplets inside and outside, and returned to the kitchen and saw that all the wine, meat, rice, noodles, vegetables and vegetables were arranged inside.

"This is……"

"Sent from the villagers at the foot of the mountain," explained Chef Yang, "it was said to be a New Year gift to the viewer."

"Oh." Zhao Xingtai looked at the ingredients, which were very fresh and seemed to be very sincere.

When he was about to clean it, he saw a lot of green and broad-leaved things on the ground outside the kitchen. When he opened it, he saw that each bag was actually different nuts, such as pine nuts, peanuts, melon seeds, etc., all of which were peeled cleanly.

"This was also sent by the villagers at the foot of the mountain?" Then this heart is too sincere.

"No, this is sent by the mountains."

"In the mountains? Are there people living in the mountains?" Zhao Xingtai looked at the snow-covered forest in the distance, and was curious for a moment.

"Who said that people can only deliver things?" Manager Jiang knocked on his head and urged: "Go to work quickly. Today, we have to cook twelve dishes for the New Year's Eve dinner. Be careful not to be too late."

After being beaten like this, Zhao Xingtai ignored the previous sentence and continued to work hard.

...

After nightfall, the New Year's Eve banquet started on time. As for the table, it was placed in front of the Sanqing statue. Fu Yao sat at the table, Sanniang and Dalang one left and one right, and next to Dalang was Mr. Zhao. Of course, the old man could not see the old man. In the eyes of the Yang couple and Zhao Xingtai on both sides, he thought Fu Yao had just left a vacant seat.

"I can finally eat Master Yang's braised pork." Dalang was very excited. God knew how long he had been greedy for this piece of meat.

Zhao Xingtai looked at the young man wearing red clothes and white face. He had a stiff face, but he looked excited and felt his eyelids twitching.

In addition to the boy in red, the woman in red next to him also made his back feel cold. In addition, the viewer who was wearing black in the middle and even had his face blocked...

This Taoist temple...is actually a ghost nest...

However, although the table sat half a circle of strange people, the meal was very lively.

Manager Jiang is good at singing and dancing. Halfway through eating, he sang the once fashionable songs to cheer everyone up. Chef Yang was very supportive at the venue and knocked on the edge of the bowl with chopsticks, applauding repeatedly, and occasionally giving him a glass of wine to moisten his wife's voice.

Next door, Fu Yao was playing dice with a ball of air, and Sanniang was working as a farmer in the middle, and she seemed to have a great time playing.

Only Dalang was very honest and could eat, and Zhao Xingtai doubted whether this was starved to death in the past...

"Dalang, don't smack your lips when you eat, otherwise you can eat with your mouth upside down." Fu Yao shook the gambling cup in his hand and said to Dalang who had sat down below.

Dalang immediately closed his mouth, but Zhao Xingtai, who understood, almost choked.

After coughing, he felt a different feeling in his heart.

He likes this kind of atmosphere, which is a different feeling from being at home. It is very relaxed and comfortable, and he doesn't need to think so much, just do what he wants to do. With the lively laughter and joy, even his heart seems not very lonely.

Just as he was experiencing this strange feeling, Fu Yao came over and said, "Young man, do you want to have a gamble?"

Looking at the small gambling cup, Zhao Xingtai was probably infected by the atmosphere and let go, "Okay, come and have fun."

Two quarters of an hour later, Zhao Xingtai looked at the cloth wallet and just wanted to hehe.

Sure enough, he underestimated some people, but it was wrong that a certain viewer's thick-skinned face cheated on such things.

After three rounds of wine, the cup and plate were in a mess, a bell suddenly sounded from outside.

When the New Year changes, the bells will ring in the middle, telling everyone that the new year has arrived.

"It's the New Year." Manager Jiang leaned into his husband's arms and said.

"Yes, it's the Chinese New Year." Mr. Zhao held the wine jar and looked at the shining fireworks outside.

"Master, can I go home and have a look?" Dalang looked at Fu Yao and said expectantly. He wanted to reunite with his family on this special day.

But Fu Yao refused him, "No, your parents are here."

"Really?" Dalang was happy and turned over and got up and ran outside, "Then I'll pick them up!"

Fu Yao did not stop her, but everyone else looked at her, and Manager Jiang even said, "Da Lang, is this?"

They all knew Dalang, but they didn't know anything about Dalang at all.

This is not something that cannot be said. Fu Yao simply satisfy their curiosity. "I promised his parents before that as long as they can help me build a Taoist temple, I will let Dalang be reincarnated as their son again."

"It's still possible." Manager Jiang suddenly realized, "The Taoist temple now..."

"It's been built." Fu Yao said.

"In this way, is Dalang leaving?"

"right."

About two quarters of an hour later, there was a voice outside the Taoist temple.

Chu Yang went to open the Taoist temple door and saw dozens of villagers coming up together, all holding incense in their hands.

They first firecrackers at the door, and then entered the door one by one to burn incense.

In the incense, the banquet had been gone at some point. Fu Yao stood in front of the Sanqing statue and called Dalang over.

Her fingertips slid on Dalang's forehead, and Dalang's soul rolled out of the paper clothes. Only then did everyone realize that Dalang in the young man's shell turned out to be just a child who was in his teenage years old and still had a childish life.

"People of the Observer?" Dalang looked at his body and looked at the Observer in front of him with some confusion.

"Why, paper clothes are so comfortable that you don't want to go home with your parents," Fu Yao said.

Dalang was stunned for a moment, then reacted and said with a happy look: "Really? Are you saying I can go back?!"

"I'm so stupid, what can I do in the future?" Fu Yao said.

"That's great! Thank you, Master!" After thanking Dalang, he hurriedly ran out the door.
To be continued...