The altar of Luotian Dajiao is located on the north side of Mentougou Dam. Sheds were erected around the area. The onlookers can only watch the situation outside the shed from a distance through the fence of the shed, or listen to the sounds inside the shed, observe the various fairy clothes entering and leaving the fence of the shed, and guess and imagine the various rituals performed by the nobles.
"Old Zhangtou, didn't you come? Why did you come anyway? Isn't it going to stop you from making a lot of money? Aren't you going to go fur shopping today?"
A middle-aged man dressed in Dressed in rags, they huddled on the south side of the Yongding River at the Mentougou Dam. They looked up from a distance at the immortals on the other side of the river coming in and out, and talked to the people next to them without looking back.
"I can't compare to you who are so chic at night. Didn't you plant two Clivia plants? How much are they worth now? I'm still waiting for you to turn over and change into a long gown."
It is obvious that one speaks Yin and Yang, and the other is a master of Yin and Yang.
"Don't mention it. The price of Clivia has been cut in half recently. I basically folded the old man's coffin into it. When you see Mr. Yin and Yang opposite me, I will look for a chance to find a red-haired ghost in a while. Mr. Yin and Yang asked, those Taoist monks were not allowed before, otherwise I would have sold it at the previous high point, how could I have smashed my hands like this?"
Good guy, this guy talks about Yin and Yang. A middle-aged man who believes in Mr. Yin Yang.
Lao Zhangtou on the other side did not answer. After waiting for a while, he said, "Okay, I will follow you to see the red-haired ghost Yin and Yang in a while. I see a few people on the other side holding crystal balls. At least it looks better. If you're smart, I'll look for the red-haired Yin Yang later."
How could a middle-aged man not know that even Mr. Yin Yang, Mr. Zhangtou, can't be trusted. But there was no other way. I spent one hundred taels of silver at the beginning of the year to buy two Clivia plants. This little thing went from five taels of silver per plant to fifty taels of silver per plant in two months.
There are so many literati in the world. This is why the literati in Northern Zhili are pursuing Clivia at a price of fifty taels. There are still so many Jinshi, scholars, and arty merchants across the country. There is no reason why the price should not continue to increase. Make great progress.
Middle-aged people, although not very educated, still understand simple supply and demand analysis.
However, the good things only lasted until the end of the first month. The price of Clivia fluctuated around sixty taels. Who was so ignorant that he sold such a cash cow? Then in March, it took a sharp turn, and now it is the end of June. The only price left is twenty taels per plant.
The middle-aged man had gone to a temple to draw lots with a Taoist temple before and had his fortune read. He said that the price of Clivia rose and fell, so he felt at ease when he returned home. Five pennies were wasted in this way, and a total of ten pennies were wasted in the two places. The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. The more I took a step back, the more I thought about it.
But there are not many low-level workers like this who grow clivia, and if they tell anyone about it, they will only be laughed at. Just like the old Zhangtou next to him, he always looks weird. It seems that those scholars can make a fortune by planting some flowers and plants, but poor people like me can only work hard toIf you plant Clivia, you deserve the loss.
Middle-aged people basically only have to suffer psychologically. If it doesn't work out, I'll lose face and call Lao Zhang "uncle" and go to Liaodong to run fur goods with him. Anyway, we can't let the old man in the family know that his coffin was tilted up by his thirty-year-old dutiful son.
The middle-aged man thought about it for a while. After noon, there was a sound of a copper bell and three loudspeaker factory names. From the south bank, he could see long flags rising inside the shed wall from a distance.
Then the sound of five hundred Taoist disciples chanting mantras came out.
Those who are careful should be able to hear that it is the Golden Light Mantra. Unfortunately, although the people outside believe in Yin and Yang, no one understands these scriptures. They only think that these Yin and Yang gentlemen have toothache and deliberately speak unclearly.
After the golden light curse, Taoist music sounded. If the people inside often go to Xiaolian Tea House, they can clearly see that the leading people are the musicians there, and the other five hundred Taoist priests are doing Tai Chi, and the people outside are not lucky enough to watch. I can only guess whether it is a golden hoe or a silver hoe based on the Taoist music and the flickering firelight combined with my own experience. Please remember to collect it, the latest and fastest website is free to read without anti-theft