"What to cry about, it's a good thing! Come and thank our audience, our food and clothing parents" Daozi wiped away tears, picked up the curtain and walked out.

"Huh!" Only then did everyone react, and they helped Daozi's second uncle Wu Chengen and walked to the stage.

The stage curtain was opened, and Michiko stood in the center, and he took everyone to thank everyone for coming to see it, and then began to introduce all the people involved in the play.

The crowd listened carefully, and when they finished bowing, the cheers rang out again. Daozi told everyone that the Monkey King was crushed under the Five Elements Mountain, and the next performance would be performed in the middle of the month.

As soon as it was said that the matter of Monkey King being pressed under the Five Elements Mountain was not over, everyone was immediately whetted their appetites, and many children asked Daozi to leak the plot, but Daozi changed the topic and said that all the teenagers and children went outside the Grand Theater to prepare for a knowledge quiz, and if someone was the first to answer correctly, there would be a prize.

Hearing Daozi say this, everyone walked out of the Grand Theater and prepared to go to the knowledge competition.

"What are we looking at today?" Six or Seven shouted at the group of boys below.

"Journey to the West," a tuo replied loudly.

"Congratulations on answering correctly, draw a big red envelope"

The child followed the guidance of the Wu family to the wooden box by the table, then reached into his hand and took out a red envelope, and when he opened the red envelope, there was a piece of paper with one or two pieces of silver written on it.

Wow!

The crowd watching the excitement exclaimed when they saw the boy take a tael of silver.

When the other children saw this, they were envious and jealous, not envy and jealousy not of the tael of silver, but of the fact that he had taken away the first prize. After all, these children are the children of big families in Taicang Mansion, and they are naturally not interested in money.

They are desperate to get the right answer, mainly because they are competitive and want to show their faces in front of everyone. The "competitive behavior" of these young masters of the noble family not only did not arouse the opposition of their fathers, grandfathers and elders, but they were secretly happy to clap their hands in support.

After all, if your child answers correctly, it is not only the child who has missed his face, but also his own face, and his family's face.

"How many changes have Monkey King made in "Journey to the West"?"

"Seventy-two Changes"

"Congratulations to the young master of the Li family for answering correctly"

"Oh, hooray!" A boy in a brocade coat jumped for joy when he heard that he had answered correctly.

His father Li Yuanwai was very satisfied when he saw this, and the squires next to him congratulated one after another.

And they said that they were modest and modest.

The knowledge contest continued, the atmosphere was extremely lively, the children who answered correctly were cheering happily, the children's elders were also smiling, more happy than earning eight hundred taels of silver, and the onlookers were hurriedly praised.

"What do you want to see?"

"Journey to the West"

"Your voice is not loud enough, let me hear your voice: what do you want to see?"

"Journey to the West!"

"Where else can I see "Journey to the West"?"

"Wu Family Grand Theater!"

"When does the next one start?"

"The middle of this month!"

……

"Journey to the West", "Wujia Grand Theater", "Mid-Moon of this Month" and other key words, at this time, not only those children were driven to chant, but even those who did not go in to watch the stage play also shouted in unison.

Wu Dashan looked at the six or seven who were listening to the shouting on the stage, and was happy in his heart, this six or seven don't look at the usual stupid, this thing is done beautifully.

In fact, where did Wu Dashan know that this was his son Daozi's idea. Daozi is just hiding this kind of "brainwashing skill" to the deep merit and fame.

The Wujia Grand Theater is lively here, but the southeast green teahouse of the Ma family is extremely deserted, Liang Xiren dressed up as Cui Yingying on the stage, and found that there were only three audiences in the audience, and the two of them were still the support of the Ma family, so they stopped the performance on the spot.

Marven saw Liangxi people like this, afraid that he would be angry and give a good guy, so he hurriedly went backstage to comfort him. As for what was comforted, I don't know, anyway, Liang Xiren's face was flushed with a smile, and Ma Wencai walked out with a bruised face and whispered in Ma Hu's ear.

Wu Family Grand Theater, in the private room on the second floor. Daozi, Wu Dashanren, Uncle Wu, six or seven are all here.

"Haha, we're rich, young master, we're rich!" Six or Seven looked at the profits earned after a one-day theater performance, and took a large handful of copper coins and threw them into the sky.

The sound of copper coins colliding is really good.

Uncle Wu next to him saw his grandson so eager to go up and smoke him at this time, he hadn't seen the money, had he?

However, for the little young master Daozi, he is now served, and the profit from today's one-day performance is equivalent to the money earned by the grain store for half a month.

Wu Dashan was also pleased, he didn't expect that the so-called stage play that his son was messing around with could be sought after by so many people.

Daozi shook his head and said, "Money is not what I want." ”

Pretend!

In Daozi's situation, if others see and hear it, they will definitely scold Daozi for pretending to be forced, but Wu Dashan and Wu Shuliu are all people who know Zizi's temperament well, and none of them doubt the authenticity of Daozi's words.

Daozi looked at everyone looking at him, and he said solemnly: "Father, Uncle Wu, even if the Grand Theater is on the right track, but if we take a piece of meat from the Ma family's mouth, how will they deal with it?" ”

Wu Dashan and Uncle Wu glanced at each other and laughed. Daozi didn't know what he meant, and Liu Qi also scratched his head, and finally Uncle Wu said: "Little young master, don't worry, whether you play yin or yang, why are our Wu family afraid of him?" ”

Wu Dashan was also old-eyed and nodded with a smile. Seeing this, Daozi said that why is he so stupid, the Wu family, as an outsider, can be in Taicang Mansion for half a day, how can the means be simple?

Since the performance of the Grand Theater is supported by Wu Chengen, Bao Langlang, Han Jiaban and others, Daozi does not have to worry for the time being; As for what conspiracy the Ma family will use at the Grand Theater, with his father and Uncle Wu on his back, he doesn't have to think about it. Now Daozi's energy is focused on his studies and martial arts training again.

It's just that on this day, Jiayi, the little witch who had disappeared for a long time, limped and cried and ran into the Wu family's mansion.

The housekeepers and maids of the Wu Mansion were all shocked when they saw this.

Michiko was reading in the Mochizuki Pavilion at the time, and was shocked when she saw Jiayi crying hysterically. Because in Daozi's memory, no one dared to bully this little witch.

After Jiayi saw Daozi, it was like seeing a relative, and she threw herself into Daozi's arms and cried hysterically.

Michiko patted him on the back and asked him what had happened. And said that everything has Brother Daozi and something like that.

Jiayi cried and said that her father and mother wanted her to wrap her feet, and after that, she took off her splendid shoes. Daozi looked at it, his heart trembled, and his nasal cavity was sour at that time, because at this time, Jiayi's jade feet were already red and swollen because of the wrapping.

As soon as he touched Jiayi's feet, Jiayi gasped in pain on the spot.

Daozi now understands why the little witch didn't come to the show on the opening day of the Grand Theater that day, it turned out to be that damn perverted habit of binding feet!

I'm grooved, Nima, Ming Dynasty!