70 Space: Dress up as a heroine and marry a rough guy

"It's a little fun for me. I can earn a little money and feed my family. Come and have a look!"

Ji Qingran reached the edge of the crowd and looked inside.

A rope was used to encircle an open space in the middle, and the onlookers were all three meters away.

There was a leather mattress spread on the floor, and a short and thin man sat cross-legged on it.

Not far from him, stood a small doll.

Made of pure wood, with a layer of varnish painted on the outside.

The little puppet has distinct limbs and has black eyes and a red nose on its face, making it very vivid.

The man who was responsible for shouting saw that the people gathered around him were almost there, so he didn't call for anyone to come over. He hugged the people watching the excitement.

"Thank you to all the folks for coming. Next, let Mubao bow to everyone on behalf of us two brothers."

He stopped talking and turned to the center of the field.

Everyone's voices fell silent as they looked at the puppet.

The short, thin man sitting on the leather mattress spoke to the puppet in front of him.

"Mu Bao, so many people are looking at you today, you have to behave well! Dad will give you extra food when you get back."

The people watching murmured quietly.

"What do you mean, this puppet can understand human speech?"

"How is this possible? You're cheating a ghost by giving extra food to a wooden man?"

"That's right. Does this count as engaging in feudal superstition? Should we report him?"

"You're crazy! You're doing sideshows for fun, why are you reporting them..."

The man standing nearby rolled his eyes when he heard these comments.

"Brothers and sisters, watch out, it's time to witness a miracle!"

The short and thin man in the field took over his words, "Mubao, bow."

The wooden man standing on the ground immediately bowed his head and bent his body at a ninety-degree right angle.

Wow!

The crowd was in an uproar.

This wooden little man can really understand people's words, and he can even move on his own!

The onlookers were shocked, and the man standing nearby raised his chin proudly.

"What's this? There are many things Mu Bao can do."

The short and thin man spoke again.

"Mubao, raise your head and wave to everyone."

The puppet straightened up, raised an arm, and waved it up and down.

Although it has the unique stiffness of wooden products, it is definitely waving.

The onlookers were shocked again, and noisy discussions broke out.

"Fellows, is anyone willing to give it a try? For just a dime, you can command Mubao to act once."

The shouting man extended invitations to the people around him.

A man wearing glasses squeezed over from behind, "Jiangjang, please give way, let me give it a try."

The onlookers made way for him, and the man with glasses came to the front.

"One cent, right? Here you go."

He readily handed the dime to the shouting man.

"Thank you, big brother, for supporting me!"

After the shouting man thanked him, he shouted to the crowd: "Young maknae, let Mu Bao listen to this big brother's command."

"okay!"

The youngest started talking to the puppet man again.

"Mubao, you did a great job just now. Keep up the good work and go back and add chicken drumsticks for you!"

"Hey, this puppet can also eat chicken legs?"

"real or fake?"

The people watching were doubtful.

The shouting man didn't explain much. After the youngest said goodbye, he asked the glasses man to give instructions to the puppet.

"Mu Bao, I am Uncle Liu. If you do as I say, my uncle will reward you if you do well."

The man with glasses is handsome, imitating the youngest's demeanor and tone, and treats the puppet as if he were a child.

"Okay, I'm starting... Mu Bao, raise your left hand!"

As soon as the bespectacled man finished speaking, the puppet man raised his arms.

It's the left hand.

"Ah, so awesome!"

"Can you really understand?"

"It seems so..."

The bespectacled man rubbed his hands excitedly and said, "Mu Bao, lift your legs!"

One of the puppet's legs lifted up in response.

"Oh my, that's great! Good job, Mubao! Come again!"

The man with glasses wanted to give instructions, but was stopped by the shouting man.

"Brother, look, you only gave me a dime, and I gave it to you for free. How about you..."

"Hey, what's this?"

The man with glasses waved his hand nonchalantly and gave another fifty cents to the shouting man.

He ignored the shouting man who thanked him, and only stared at Mu Bao with gleaming eyes and gave instructions.

After spending two yuan, the man with glasses gave up.

"You are so spiritual. I wish I had such an obedient little person!"

If there is one, there will be two, and the interest of the people around is aroused.

Ji Qingran has already squeezed to the front.

She calculated, and in just a quarter of an hour, the man setting up the stall earned nearly ten yuan.

This is almost half a month’s salary for ordinary workers.

Seeing everyone's excitement, the shouting man rolled his eyes and looked around, and said loudly: "Fellow folks, we have a new way to play, please listen to me."

The onlookers fell silent.

The shouting man said: "Our Mubao not only has spirituality, he also has a temper. If two people give him instructions at the same time, he will only choose the one he likes to obey."

"Do you want to give it a try? If Mubao likes you, you will have good luck in the next few days and all your wishes will come true!"

"I come!"

Still the same glasses guy from before.

"Does anyone dare to compete with me?" He glanced around and said proudly: "My luck has always been very good!"

"I'll compete with you!"

A boy of twelve or thirteen years old rushed over.

Ji Qingran frowned.

Most of the ten yuan that the shouting man earned just now came from this child.

He shouted more than 30 times at the beginning, but the people waiting nearby got impatient and stopped him collectively.

After they had played, the boy continued.

Ji Qingran looked at him, as if he had seen the group of underage children who rewarded anchors in live broadcast rooms in modern times, spending their parents' hard-earned money lavishly.

"Okay," the man with glasses raised his eyebrows, "Let's each tell you a move and see who Mu Bao listens to."

"it is good!"

"Hey, wait a minute, you two."

The shouting man stepped forward, rubbed his hands and said, "It's not easy for us brothers to raise Mu Bao. Not only do we have to prepare meals carefully every night, but we also have to make offerings to it every day. This money is expensive for both young and old..."

"Hey, don't you just want to tap your head? Here you go!"

The shouting man smiled happily.

"Thank you, big brother and little brother, for giving me two cents per round."

"How about you win two out of three games?"

The man with glasses raised his hand, "Wait!"

He looked at the young boy next to him and muttered: "Mubao made gestures for a long time, and the two of us just talked a few words. This is meaningless, right?"

"You still have to bet a little bit."

"If Mubao listens to me, you lose fifty cents to me. If I listen to you, I give you fifty cents. How about that?"

The boy's eyes were bright and he was already having fun.

"no problem!"

The shouting man interjected, "You two decide how much you bet. The stake for setting up the stall is 20 cents."

"Half for each person, pay up and start!"

The old book has been completed. Little cuties are welcome to collect and read it.