Mutated Tao Chapter 254: The owner

When everyone else was enjoying the delicious food, Li Huowang was also not surprised.

He sat alone in the distance, munching on the fattest leg of lamb, and sitting there thinking about his own affairs, completely isolating everything outside.

"Although the Nascent Soul said that Tianjian is tight on the outside and loose on the inside, it is not difficult to join it, so I have to find a way."

"First of all, how should I get in touch with them? I can't go to the street and ask casually, right? I don't know if a mask can completely hide my identity."

"Although a mask can hide your identity in front of Han Fu, it may not work in front of everyone."

"However, Liang Guo doesn't know what's going on now, so it's useless to just imagine here. We still have to adapt to the actual situation."

"As the saying goes, the beginning of the night is difficult, as long as you can take this first step, then the next step will be much easier."

Just when Li Huowang was thinking about this matter, his keen hearing heard the sound of cloth shoes crushing the grass.

As soon as Li Huowang looked up, he saw Lu Zhuangyuan's wrinkled old face and the signature ingratiating smile on his face. "Master Xiaodao, do you have time? Hehe, the old man wants to discuss some small matters with you."

"Oh? Tell me." Li Huowang put down the bone in his hand and looked at Team Leader Lu in front of him.

During this period of time, he had been dealing with Hei Taisui's affairs, and he almost forgot that he was accompanied by a theater troupe.

"Master Xiaodao, you also know that because we were fleeing from the army in Houshu, our theater box, costumes and instruments for playing and singing were all thrown away."

"But we are a theater troupe after all, we can't do anything without people who eat, so I want to ask you for some money on credit, and then set up those things and set up this stage again. You How do you look?"

Hearing that the other party was looking for him to talk about this matter, Li Huowang seemed very indifferent. The gold box Sun Baolu's mother gave him was worth a lot of money, so he wouldn't care about this matter.

"Alright then, you can go to Bai Lingmiao and get the money."

"Hey~hey~hehehe, little Daoist, don't be busy, old man, I haven't finished talking yet, you take this away." Lu Zhuangyuan said, and took out a crumpled, printed paper from his arms. The paper with the red handprint was handed over to Li Huowang.

Li Huowang took the crumpled note and looked at the crooked note on it. He had a hard time reading the words on it.

"What is written here? Is it a ghost character?"

Leader Lu blushed, "This is an IOU, please bear with me. I don't know a few words, the old man. Anyway, it doesn't get in the way, as long as you have your fingerprints!"

"Little Daoist, you are kind to us, and we can't credit you for nothing. These days, we eat yours and use yours. What do you think?"

"Until the money is paid off, you will be the owner of our Lu family class! From now on, as long as our Lu family class earns half of the money, it will belong to us and the other half will belong to you."

"Repay half of it to me? Then you may never pay off the debt. There is no need to be so troublesome. It's okay if you don't pay back the money." After finishing speaking, Li Huowang stood up and was about to hand the paper back.

"Hey~!" Lu Zhuangyuan arched his back and stopped Li Huowang with the cigarette bag, "This is Ding Mao or Mao, if you say that, we really dare not lend you money. "

Hearing what the other party said, Li Huowang didn't hesitate anymore, and directly put away the paper with the red handprint in his hand.

Seeing this scene, Team Leader Lu was overjoyed, and hurriedly greeted the team who had already been waiting for Lu's team. They stood together cautiously and bowed their hands to Li Huowang at the same time, "Hi, my master!"

Li Huowang didn't bother to guess about Mr. Lu's careful thinking. Looking at the people in front of him, Li Huowang only knew that he was an extra hen that laid eggs. A steady flow of water.

"Okay, let's all go back to eat. After eating and resting, we will continue on the road and leave Qingqiu as soon as possible."

"Okay, boss!"

Seeing them leaving cheerfully, Li Huowang shook his head speechlessly, picked up the still warm wild vegetable haggis soup and drank it.

"Others say that he is a great leader, but I really didn't expect the old man to have the ability to see it." Lu Zhuangyuan showed a rare sense of pride on his face, and happily led the others back.

He is happy, but others are naturally unhappy, Lu Juren leaned against his father with a gloomy face, "Father, you are so happy to sell us."

"Hey, you boy." Lu Zhuangyuan looked at his eldest son with a sigh, took out the cigarette stick and smoked it, borrowed a fire from the nearby campfire, and smoked it rattlingly.

"What do you mean?"

"I want to go back, I don't want to go to Daliang, I don't want to sing anymore." Lu Juren with locked facial features looked up at the pregnant Luo Juanhua in the distance and said.

"You!" The anxious Lu Zhuangyuan immediately raised the cigarette stick in his hand, but he took it back embarrassingly, seeing that he was stalking his neck and refusing to hide.

"You don't want to sing, to put it lightly! What do you do if you don't sing? Our family doesn't even have a field, so go back and be a beggar?"

"Besides, you have to go back. After this meeting, those soldiers who fought in the war will almost knock out the dog's head. You go back to the funeral!"

Lu Juren suddenly stood still, and said with a hint of longing in his eyes: "Father, maybe there is no war anymore! There is no war on this journey."

"Hmph! If you don't fight, you didn't die. This military disaster has never started and stopped in the middle!"

Seeing Lu Juren's still tangled face, Lu Zhuangyuan sighed softly, "Son, trust me, I don't live on a dog at my age."

"Do you think you'll be fine after the military disaster? It's not that easy. This disaster comes in pairs."

"After the military disaster, many people died and no one buried them. In all likelihood, the plague will follow. Once the plague is over, the remaining living people will have no money in their pockets. There is no food, one tael of grain and one tael of gold, and they are selling their sons and daughters for their lives. How can anyone come to listen to the opera? If we don’t listen to the opera, what should we eat and drink? Crawl on the ground and eat loess?"

Speaking of this, Lu Zhuangyuan lowered his tone. "Son, don't dislike those who sing big plays. If it weren't for it, I would have starved to death long ago. There are no more of you, let's not forget our roots."

Lu Juren knew that his father was right, but he still felt that the other party's choice was a bit outrageous.

"But Dad, no matter what, we won't sell all of us to the little Daoist, we will become his slaves!"

Lv Zhuangyuan glared at his eldest son, turned his head and glanced at Li Huowang who was eating from a distance, and walked a few steps quickly, pulling on Juren's sleeve.

Slightly further away, he lowered his voice and said: "Slave? Whose slave do you see that can eat meat every day?"