Jiangmen Tianjiao: Reborn with funny ancestors

Most of the stalls were crowded with people. Lu Dingfeng wanted to squeeze in where there were more people, but Chu Tianjiao disagreed.

"They are all tofu from Nanqiao Town, so the difference won't be too big. Let's find a stall with a small family and sit down."

A few people walked along this street to the end of the street, and then they saw a stall in front of it that was relatively deserted.

Chu Tianjiao saw the sign saying "Medicated Tofu" and thought it was novel, so he wanted to sit down.

Lu Dingfeng pouted and said: "I have never heard of using tofu as a medicinal diet. Don't let me get into trouble!"

A girl in Tsing Yi stood in front of a tofu shop with her nails shaved, not wanting to attract customers at all.

After hearing what Lu Dingfeng said, he rolled his eyelids and said coldly: "I've never heard of it because you have little knowledge! If you don't want to eat, don't block the light."

This attitude is really not ordinary, completely different from the girls soliciting customers in front of other stalls.

It’s no wonder that during such a lively Tofu Festival, this stall was deserted.

Lu Dingfeng was angry at the rebuke, but he didn't like to quarrel with the girl's family, so he walked aside angrily.

Seeing how rude this girl was, Chu Tianjiao lost interest in sitting down to eat.

At this time, there happened to be an empty seat at the stall next to it, and a few people sat there.

Not to mention, the tofu in Nanqiao Town is indeed very unique.

After Chu Tianjiao finished eating a bowl of tofu, he still felt unsatisfied and ordered another bowl.

Lu Dingfeng ordered a plate of stinky tofu and ate it happily, praising repeatedly: "It's flavorful and delicious!"

Chu Tianjiao couldn't get used to the smell of stinky tofu, frowned, quickly finished the tofu puffs in front of him, and stood up.

A young man in rich clothes and several servants walked to the stall next door and said to the girl selling medicinal tofu:

"Miss Xiu'er, if you agree to what I told you, I will order you a hundred bowls of tofu and clear out your stall."

The Xiuer girl put her hands on her hips and cursed: "Wang Fugui, if you don't wake up, go home and sleep!

You little brat with no hair on your head, how dare you miss your grandma, I will count to three and you will disappear from my sight immediately! "

The young man licked his face and smiled: "Xiu'er, I love your fierce look.

You agreed to come into my house and be my concubine, how could you change your mind just now? "

The girl named Xiu'er took a large ladle of boiling soy milk from the pot next to her and poured it on several people.

Wang Fugui and his entourage avoided him and jumped: "He Xiu'er, don't be shameless. If you accept my money, you have to go home with me and be my concubine."

The hot soy milk spilled out and landed on Wang Fugui's robe.

Wang Fugui was furious and ordered: "Kill her tofu stall for me."

The servants rushed forward, and He Xiuer took out the fire stick under the stove and waved it around randomly.

There was still a fire burning at one end of the fire stick, and the servants didn't dare to push on it for fear of burning themselves.

The commotion here affected the stall where Chu Tianjiao and others were eating tofu.

The owner of this tofu stall, who is also a girl, put her hands on her hips and cursed: "He Xiu'er, you are such a coquettish vixen, flirting with your man, go home, don't affect my business!"

Chu Tianjiao pulled the owner of the store and asked, "Isn't that man harassing her? Why did you scold her? What's the reason?"

Seeing that Chu Tianjiao was a customer, the owner of this shop couldn't stop cursing, so he explained in a low voice:

"This He Xiu'er was the tofu beauty in our town last year. She is not a clean person, and she likes to mess with cats and dogs.

That Wang Fugui is the son of Wang Yuanwai.

He Xiuer himself had provoked others before.

She coaxed her into agreeing to marry her and even took the money, but now she has changed her mind.

That's why people started to make trouble with her. "

Some customers nearby also echoed: "The tofu ordered by this Xiu'er girl was indeed delicious before.

I don’t know what’s wrong with my head this year. A while ago, I insisted on saying that I knew medical skills. I didn’t want to order tofu and wanted to treat people.

No one in this town doesn't know the details of her family.

Her own parents died of illness, and she couldn't cure them, so she still treated people. Isn't it funny?

She made another mistake with the medicinal tofu, but no one came to patronize it.

I feel sorry for her brother. At such a young age, he still has to go out to work to supplement her business. "

While we were chatting, someone from the other end of the street shouted: "The Taoist priests from Xianlin Temple outside the city are handing out lucky bags on the bridge. Everyone, hurry up and grab them!"

The guests who were eating tofu rushed towards the bridge after paying their bills.

Even the proprietress of the tofu stall panicked and said to Chu Tianjiao: "Sir, you eat slowly. Just throw your money on the table after you finish. I'll grab a lucky bag and come back."

When Chu Tianjiao came to his senses, he found that the nearby stalls were all empty, and everyone rushed to grab the lucky bags.

Only He Xiuer from the stall next door was still there.

Wang Fugui and others who had made trouble with her just now wanted to grab the lucky bag.

He Xiuer wiped her sweat while cleaning up the mess in front of her stall.

A young boy of about ten years old carried a bundle of firewood on his back and stacked it in front of He Xiuer's stall. He shouted to He Xiuer: "Sister, I sent the firewood. I'm going to grab the lucky bag."

He Xiuer wanted to hold him back, and hurriedly chased after him and shouted: "Chunsheng, there are many people, don't go!"

But the young man ran away quickly and disappeared.

Chu Tianjiao always felt that He Xiuer was a little weird, so he glanced at her twice.

Chu Tianjiao was now dressed in men's clothing. He Xiuer noticed her gaze and cursed with a pale face: "What are you looking at? Have you never seen a woman? If you haven't seen her before, go home and see your mother!"

Chu Tianjiao withdrew his gaze. She was not as knowledgeable as a common citizen, and turned to look in the direction of the bridge.

By this time, several other people had finished eating.

Lu Dingfeng spat: "How come this simple town has such a shrew who bites every person she sees?"

Zheng Linlang pulled Lu Dingfeng: "Sangpai, I just heard them talking about grabbing some lucky bags. Let's go and join in the fun."

These two people are both fun-loving people. Once they hit it off, they want to move forward.

Chu Tianjiao had no choice but to follow.

Li Kuang threw a few pieces of silver on the table, paid the bill, and hurriedly followed.

Lu Yu swayed slowly behind, muttering: "There are so many people, so I'm not afraid of being crowded."

The five people gathered together and followed the flow of people back to the vicinity of the T-shaped bridge.

I saw a Taoist priest wearing a purple robe on the bridge doing a ritual.

Chu Tianjiao asked the people around him: "Isn't it a Tofu Festival? Why are you still doing it?"

The people laughed and said, "Are you guys here from out of town? Didn't you know that every year during the Tofu Festival, Taoist Master Yunzhen of Xianlin Temple would open an altar here to pray for the people of Nanqiao Town?"

After praying, it is time to distribute the blessing bags.

Xian Lin Guan’s lucky bag is really effective..."

Lu Dingfeng was startled and asked, "What's the Taoist's surname?"

The people said: "My surname is Yun! It is said that our Taoist Priest Yunzhen is the fifth generation grandson of Yun Zheng, the founding national master. Some people even say that Taoist Yunzhen is the reincarnation of the national master..."

Lu Dingfeng said angrily: "Fart, Yun Zheng has never married and had children, how can he have a fifth-generation grandchild?"

Chu Tianjiao pulled Lu Dingfeng and comforted him in a low voice: "Don't get excited. You may not know that there are many people with the surname Yun in the Taoist temples in Liguo. There are many people who claim to be the descendants of the national master. exist."

After saying that, Chu Tianjiao pointed at Li Kuang and said: "Well, that one is the authentic disciple. When I went south, I passed by Yishan and went to Yunzhong to see it. There is the authentic relic of Yun's Tianjishu left by the imperial master. Waiting for things to happen in the east After that, I will accompany you to have a look."

Lu Dingfeng finally calmed down his anger and spat at the figure of Taoist Priest Yunzhen on the bridge: "Liar!"