Talk about books and opera to persuade people. Three continents go to the central government, and good and evil will be rewarded in the end. The right path in the world is vicissitudes.

Zhang Yan took the child to stand outside the rope and listened to a storyteller.

Although after liberation, many crosstalk artists and storytellers were recruited by the state and became public officials with staff and salary.

But after all, some people are not used to the constraints within the system, like to be free and continue to be their own folk artists.

In front of me, this storyteller is such a folk artist.

Don’t ask Zhang Yan how he knew, how could an artist in the system run to the temple fair to perform.

If you look at the scattered banknotes and coins on the ground, you will know how pitiful the income from the performance on the ground is.

After a day, I was so tired that I only earn one or two dollars. If I had it, I could earn two or three dollars. If I had garbage to pick up, I could also earn five dollars? ωωw..net

This storyteller who doesn't know his name has good skills and clear pronunciation. Even at a noisy temple fair, he can still convey every word to the audience's ears.

This is a very good idea, especially the charm and emotion contained in every word.

Storytellers, clear pronunciation is just a basic skill, and what they say must be contagious, otherwise how can they bring the audience into the story?

After listening to a storytelling, Zhang Yan gave up a dime and left with eight children.

Then listen to a crosstalk, buy some lamb skewers or other snacks.

One-third of the temple fairs were visited, and the first eight people were already full of things, including small clay men, candy men, wood carvings, paper-cut paintings, etc.

These things were not bought by Zhang Yan for them, they all bought them with their own money.

Xiao Luobu Tou and others are definitely considered a little rich man in the children's group. They just finished the New Year and had several dollars in pocket money in their pockets.

The New Year's money has long been taken away by Tong Mei, and it is called saving for future schooling.

After walking along the way, the curious little Radish head ran into the shed and listened to a Peking Opera.

The performance was Shiro Tanmu.

Unfortunately, Peking Opera is not something they can enjoy at their age. After listening to it for a while, they lost interest and pulled Zhang Yan out of the shed.

Although Zhang Yan was very satisfied with listening, his main task today was to take care of the children. Xiao Luobo wanted to leave, so Zhang Yan naturally left the opera shed.

I walked and stopped all the way, and it was noon without knowing it, so I didn’t have to worry about eating. The little guys were already full.

If you continue shopping, you will probably save even the evening meal.

While walking around, Zhang Yan suddenly stepped forward, grabbed a hand, and said in a deep voice: "Brother, there are also thieves, are they still talking about the rules?"

"Boy, let go, I'm Master Dao's person!"

"The people of Dao Master must also follow the rules." Zhang Yan said coldly, then let go of the other party's wrist.

"You!" The young man covered his hands and looked at Zhang Yan in horror.

At this time, his wrist was already blue and purple, and a handprint was clearly visible.

This young Buddha made a living by his hands, and this handprint was enough to make him unable to work for several days.

"Let me teach you a little lesson and tell some rules in the future." Zhang Yan snorted coldly and continued to walk forward with the little radish head.

The rules of stealing the sect should not attack the elderly, young, sick and disabled.

Of course, there are almost no ones who abide by these rules in later generations, and it is better to start with the elderly, young, sick and disabled.

If it weren't for taking the child, that guy would have dared to take out the bags of Little Radish Head and the others just now, and he would have to send him in and stay for two days.

At the temple fair, there was a large abortion. Although the episode just now alarmed the people who were attending the temple fair, they were soon taken away by the abortion and disappeared like a small wave.

"Brother-in-law, what happened just now?"

"What else can happen? You guys are so innocent, and you have attracted Master Buddha." Zhang Yan patted the head of the little radish and smiled.

It's just a small episode for others, but for Zhang Yan, it cannot be regarded as an episode.

Fortunately, I have been shopping for more than half and have not been far ahead to the exit.

Zhang Yan no longer wandered around, pulled the eight people in Xiaobo and prepared to leave directly.

However, Zhang Yan and others were stopped just after they walked out of the temple fair.

"Friend, I'm hurting someone, don't you give me an explanation?" A middle-aged man and seven or eight young people stopped Zhang Yan and said gloomyly.

"You are the so-called Master Dao?" Zhang Yan looked at the other party calmly.

"Since my friend knows my name, it's easy to deal with. What's the matter going on?" Zhang Yan's calmness played a certain role. Master Dao didn't directly call for a fight and kill, and planned to ask for a few dollars.

Let Zhang Yan go.

"What's the matter? If you don't show up today, this matter will be over!

However, since you have appeared, I have to ask Lao Liu how he disciplined his subordinates, whether he was following the rules, and whether he had any moral integrity?" Zhang Yan said coldly.

"Do you know Master Six?" Zhang Yan's words frightened the other party and asked humbly.

"I don't know you, and I'm not interested in knowing you." Zhang Yan said lightly.

Zhang Yan's behavior made middle-aged people even more afraid to look down on him.

However, he just let Zhang Yan go, and he couldn't explain it to his subordinates.

How can I lead my subordinates to manage Buddha in the future?

There is an old cannon behind every Buddha, and raising a Buddha is also the longest thing that Beijing old cannon does.

The number of Buddhas under their command also represents their status and power.

"Friend, can you leave a name? I'll be very close to you next time I meet you."

"If you get close, you will be spared, and the dragon will not live with the snake.

Little Radish Head, tell him what your elder sister's name is." Zhang Yan patted Little Radish Head on the shoulder and said.

"Listen, my elder sister is called Tielanghua!"

"Iron Wolf Flower Tong Mei? Are you Tong Mei's family?" the middle-aged man narrowed his eyes and asked in surprise.

"I know, I won't let you open the way?" Xiao Luoke wiped his nose and said proudly.

"A few people walked slowly. They were offended today and would definitely come to the door to apologize another day." The middle-aged man bent down and gave in.

Zhang Yan was also a little silenced, not expecting Tong Mei to be so famous.

Just a name makes the old cannon bend down to give way.

This is also because before liberation, Tong Mei often deals with them on the streets. After liberation, she became the system and served as the director of security, and she was even more inseparable from dealing with them.

Before liberation, Tong Mei's Tielanghua's name was not very famous. On the contrary, after liberation, Tong Mei's reputation became increasingly greater.

Zhang Yanneng knew that Master Six was also what Tong Mei said, and that Master Six’s territory was all over.

This Master Dao is naturally also a subordinate of Master Liu.

Zhang Yan didn't say anything else. He was not afraid of these people alone. Even if the Sixth Master came, he could make his six fingers become fingerless.

However, now Zhang Yan is taking care of his children, so there is no need to do anything else.

If Tong Mei hadn't told him last night that if she had any problems in the market, she could have reported her name, which would have been very good.
Chapter completed!