Liu Sanmiao refused and forced the silver into Mao Gongfeng's hand, and then said politely, "Master Mao, you are a businessman, and you are not a good deed. You must take this money..." Mao Gongfeng actually saved even politely in front of everyone's eyes, stuffed the broken silver into his sleeve and patted him. Mu Wushuang and the others packed the tobacco leaves and were about to leave, Mao Gongfeng had already called four people, narrowed their eyes and looked at Mu Wushuang and Lin Miao, "Look, you two boys don't look like you are smoking... Are you going to surrender to my slave's house to buy this thing?"

Mu Wushuang nodded and said, and Mao Gongfeng continued, "Jiangnu is also good at wine. You'd better bring her some old wine to deliver...Seeing your attitude, will the patient have to live in Jiangnu's house for a while? Let me tell you..." When Mu Wushuang and the other four walked out of the Fanxiang Quote, each of them was holding a lot of things. Not to mention old wine in tobacco leaves, they even bought bedding pillows, chamber pots, copper basins, and even kitchen knives and chopping boards.

When Liu Sanmiao said goodbye to Mao Tongfeng, he was full of gentleness. He turned around and muttered with a dark face: "It's really a businessman - this old raccoon cat, the things sold to us are enough to settle for a new home!" Aunt Liu San also agreed with some displeasure: "Yes, yes, if the Thunder King comes, I think he dares to sell things like this! It's really a bad person and still has to be beaten by the evil person!"

Mu Wushuang bowed to Liu Sanmiao with a flushed face: "Sorry, Uncle San, I'm going to spend so much again." Liu Sanmiao shook his head and smiled at them: "It's okay! Anyway, Miss Long and Xiaoyu are going to live in Jiangnu for a while, and these things are just right for them." Lin Miao also said embarrassedly: "Uncle Liu San, I heard that you are in charge of the business here. Can you arrange an errand for me and Mu Tou? We don't want to have idle meals..."

Liu Sanmiao tsk and thought, "You two are good at martial arts, why don't you go to the city defense? But... the city defense team gave very little salary, not enough to buy alcohol." Lin Miao asked expectantly: "Uncle and Aunt, where did that guy Lang Qin come from?" Aunt Liu San smiled and explained to them: "He is running a painting workshop himself! A fine-brushed beauty painting can be as little as three or five taels, and Boss Lang relies on his own skills to make a living."

Lin Miao looked at Mu Wushuang who was helpless and seemed to have made up his mind before asking in a low voice: "Then, Aunt San, do we have a pear garden or a opera troupe in this city..." In fact, Lin Miao was determined to go against Zhang Hong when he did this: After all, Zhang Hong said that "she" would not have to sing opera again in the future. In the blink of an eye, it was the night when the moon was hanging high, and the Ningbian City was still crowded with people and bustling.

Lin Miao changed his costume and painted his face, hid in the backstage of Zhuxue Garden, quietly glanced at the sparse stands - there were not many people under the stands. Lin Miao looked back at the busy musicians, smiled and sighed: "No wonder no one wants to be a cast member. This theater is too deserted!" The guy who organized the costumes replied casually: "Oh, Miss Lin, you don't know. In our acting, the fairies have basically watched enough, and it will be boring for mortals to watch it a few times, so it's always deserted! The actress Qingyi has made another way to make a living. When the show really starts, they have to look for them!"

After sweeping the dust on the drum gong, Mu Wushuang smiled helplessly and said, "The property is so old. Can it still ring? It won't be broken with just one effort..." Lin Miao told Mu Wushuang some key points of the soundtrack, then walked onto the stage and walked around a few times. Seeing that the audience in the audience was still the first 20 people.

Lin Miao returned to the backstage and frowned and touched his chin: "Isn't this showing off his skills to show Baidi (empty scene). No wonder Boss Bao's opera troupe has been paying for money..." At this time, another guy walked behind Lin Miao and said, "Miss Lin, I can only say that you are not lucky: If you were not a distinguished guest, there would be no show here at all! In addition, the show was temporarily started, no one knew that we were here..."

Lin Miao rolled his eyes and asked, "How long has it been since the show started in our garden?" "I don't know, it's been a long time anyway... The reason why Mr. Bao agreed today was that he felt that Miss Lin, you were like a piece of material, and secondly, he gave the lady this opportunity because of Mr. Liu San's face." Lin Miao said thoughtfully, then looked at the water leak on the side of the stage (the function was similar to a clock) and said, "It's almost time, let's get started!"

As soon as Lin Miao was about to get on the stage, he saw Boss Bao, who was in the theater, walking slowly to him and blocking his way. Boss Bao snorted from his flat nose and said, "There are only a few people, will you be compensated to death when you start the show? Miss Lin, why don't you start again later!" Lin Miao took a deep breath and shook his head: "It is the rule set by the ancestor. Boss Bao, you are wrong to do this..."

Boss Bao is a leopard spirit with profound cultivation. Although he understands the rules in this industry, seeing Lin Miao being young and looking at her, she looks like a weak woman at this time. Master Bao immediately chuckled a few times, then looked down at Lin Miao and twisted his beard: "Your rules in the world are almost the same as guarding or not! Isn't Miss Lin tight? You can also share more money with a few more customers."

In fact, Boss Bao has his own little Jiujiu: Lin Miao just showed his face and walked a few times. At the beginning, the spectators had already called many voters to see her style. Now is a good opportunity to attract customers. If Lin Miao's singing skills are not up to standard, Boss Bao will make sure to make a profit. However, Lin Miao did not listen to him, and raised his head without being humble and arrogant and said, "Boss Bao, I have my own rules. I would rather sing three songs in vain, so I have to give these spectators an explanation."

Boss Bao was stunned for a moment, looked at the spectators coming in one after another, and then asked with a painful face: "Boss Lin, you have figured it out clearly - you are so willing to... well... act for this vain?" Lin Miao closed his eyes and nodded: "As long as it is my place, even if no one watches, Lin must continue to act!"
Chapter completed!