The Almighty Princess just wants to farm

With the visits of envoys from various countries, the imperial capital has become more and more lively, and people wearing strange clothes can be seen everywhere in the streets and alleys.

"What are you doing over there? Why are so many people watching?"

Dongfang Li pointed to a crowded location not far away.

"Ali wants to know, then why don't we go over and take a look and we'll find out?"

Nangong Xu looked at Dongfang Li, who was standing on tiptoe, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly.

"Then let's find a quiet corner to watch without disturbing other people."

"it is good."

I came out today just to relax with Dongfang Li. Since the last time I dreamed about my mother, although it seems to have passed on the surface, how could Nangong Xu, who is always paying attention to her, not see what she hides deep in her heart? What about melancholy...

The two found a seat to the side and quietly watched the acrobats being performed in the crowd.

There were only three people in the crowd. A woman was responsible for beating the gong and explaining, another young man was pouring oil into a large pot, and the old man was constantly adding firewood to the bottom of the pot, keeping the fire roaring. Sound.

"Everyone from the south to the north, brothers and sisters, younger brothers and sisters, uncles and aunts, uncles and aunts, our family of three travels around and performs all year round. Today I have the honor to perform for everyone in this capital. It is really a blessing. You can watch it later. , if you think it’s not bad, then please give us a few rewards. If you think it’s not good, then please give us a round of applause and cheer us up. We hope that we can make you like and be satisfied when we meet next time. …”

The woman was holding a drum and hammer and shouting loudly.

"it is good……"

"Of course..."

"Let's start quickly..."

The people spoke out one after another, some in agreement and some urging.

duang~

There was a rumble, and the noisy surroundings suddenly stopped.

"Everyone, what I am performing for you today is my brother's unique skill of 'washing hands in an oil pan'. As the name suggests, the oil in the pan will boil in a while, and my brother will put his hands into it and stir it, so that the skin will not be hurt when it touches the oil... "

The woman thoughtfully explained the process to everyone.

"Oh my god, every drop of this hot oil splashed on my hands hurts to death..."

"Yes, this way you can put your hands in without peeling off the skin..."

"Are they making money at the expense of their lives?"

The people couldn't help but start talking quietly.

"Don't worry, everyone. My brother has been practicing Qigong since he was a child. This hot oil cannot hurt him."

The woman explained aloud, then turned and retreated to the back, leaving the stage to a father and son.

"Son, are you ready?"

The old man glanced at the oil pan that had begun to roll, raised his head and asked the young man waiting beside him.

"Well, we can start."

The young man nodded, walked directly to the oil pan, rolled up his sleeves, and stretched his generous hand directly into the oil pan without hesitation.

"Sigh~"

"God..."

Everyone around them couldn't help but gasped. Only two figures, one black and one white, in the corner looked at everything in front of them without the slightest surprise.

"Everyone, please take a look..."

Seeing that the time was almost up, the woman struck the gong and woke up the people who were still in shock.

I saw the young man's hands slowly being pulled out of the oil pan. Apart from being covered with oil, there was no damage at all.

"it is good……"

"It is indeed a real skill..."

"Amazing!"

Everyone came back to their senses and began to express their praise and curiosity. Their mood was very high for a while.

"thanks, thanks……"

The woman took the opportunity and took the bamboo basket and started to go to the cashiers everywhere under the stage. Although there were some who refused to give out money, the majority of them were always giving money until they reached a remote corner...

"If you two gentlemen feel that the performance is acceptable, please reward me with a meal, as much or as little as you like."

Will make up for it tomorrow