Courtyard houses: Those who are capable are rewarded, and many children bring many blessings.

Remove the black cloth, and the mounting stone is right under Niu Dazhuang's feet.

This caused chaos, and people immediately swarmed around.

"This, this, how is this possible?" The four young men who had lifted the stone stammered. First, they bent down and touched the cold mounting stone, and then they kicked it a few times.

Then, the look in Niu Dazhuang's eyes changed completely. "Damn, he's a god!"

Hearing someone shout "Is that an immortal?", Niu Dazhuang quickly pushed through the crowd and called the father and daughter over: "Hurry up and pack your things, get ready to fight."

Seeing that the scene was out of control and noticing Niu Dazhuang's anxious expression, Wang Baoguo knew something was wrong inside. He quickly packed up the props, and the three of them took advantage of the chaos to escape.

Niu Dazhuang followed them to a nearby inn, and the three of them closed the door and began dividing the money.

You give me a dime, I give you a dime, you give me a dollar, I give you a dollar...

The three of them each received 32.8 yuan. All three were beaming with joy. This sum was equivalent to a month's salary for an average worker.

Wang Baoguo was still regretting it: "Brother Niu, it's all my fault. I didn't control the situation. If I had been able to control it, the money from the last wave of attacks would have been much more than this." Er Ya was overjoyed and quickly poured Brother Niu some water!

"Brother, haven't you noticed? They're all worshipping me like a god. If we don't run, we're in big trouble!"

"That's true. I saw several people kneeling down. You should dress up for the Temple Fair at Ditan Park tomorrow to avoid any trouble later."

Niu Dazhuang felt guilty and showed signs of embarrassment.

"Brother Dazhuang, don't worry. When Erya comes back later, I'll have her dress you up. As long as you don't say a word, I guarantee no one will recognize you!"

"Oh, Comrade Xiuying has this skill too!"

"This was because we were forced into it when we were traveling the streets. Things weren't like this before liberation, let alone for us street performers."

What can those Peking Opera performers do? They're still dealt with by the powerful and influential.

With a sigh, Wang Baoguo continued, "You're young and have never worked at the docks, so there are many things you don't know. Do you know why the leading actresses were all played by men later on?"

Niu Dazhuang knew a little about it: "They finally managed to cultivate a leading actress, only to have her snatched away as soon as she became famous."

"Hmm, you think it'll be fine if it's a man? You know your Kyoto dialect, right?"

"Wow! You mean, all four great Dan (female impersonators) are...?"

"Even if they weren't the ones in charge, there was nothing they could do."

Niu Dazhuang felt a chill run down his spine just thinking about it; this was just too outrageous.

As she spoke, Wang Xiuying came in carrying a thermos and poured a bowl of hot water for each of them.

"Er Ya, help Brother Da Zhuang with his makeup!"

"Yes, Father." With that, he turned and went out again. A short while later, he came back in carrying a wooden box the size of a jewelry box.

"Comrade Niu, why don't you wash your face first?"

"Comrade Er Ya, is your current appearance after you've been disguised?"

Wang Xiuying nodded.

After Niu Dazhuang washed his face, he saw seven or eight small porcelain bottles on the bed.

"Comrade Niu, would you like to be darker or lighter? Do you need to stick on a little mustache?"

Hearing her say that, Niu Dazhuang was a little disappointed. He thought he had met a strange person, like the one described in martial arts novels, who could change a person's face so much that even their own mother wouldn't recognize them.

"After your potion darkens my skin, won't my face turn black when I sweat?"

"Don't worry, it definitely won't."

"Then make it whiter."

After an incense stick had burned, Wang Xiuying took out a small round mirror and handed it to Niu Dazhuang: "Take a look for yourself."

"Holy crap! This is almost like a disguise!" Niu Dazhuang exclaimed, looking at his face in the small mirror.

At this time, Niu Dazhuang looked like a middle-aged man in his thirties, with a square face, thick eyebrows, and eyes that hadn't changed much, but now had eye bags and a mustache.

Niu Dazhuang even tugged at his mustache.

"Brother Dazhuang, you can't pull it off unless you have some kind of medicine."

"Hehe, okay, thank you, Comrade Er Ya, for helping me get it down."

After an incense stick had burned, Niu Dazhuang left happily.

"Dad, how did he do that?" Wang Xiuying hadn't forgotten about Niu Dazhuang turning into a stone that wouldn't let him mount the horse.

"I can't tell either, you can only call yourself an extraordinary person! Er Ya, you're going to dress like this again tomorrow, don't reveal your true face!"

"Oh, I understand."

"Hopefully nothing unexpected will happen tomorrow."

Niu Dazhuang and Xu Huizhen had arranged to meet in the afternoon, and it was already past three o'clock when Niu Dazhuang finally arrived at her backyard.

Wobo'er Cai Quanwu is helping with the laundry in the yard.

"Hey, Cai Quanwu, don't you have an older brother named He Daqing?" Niu Dazhuang teased.

"Comrade Niu, are we that familiar?" Cai Quanwu was full of hostility towards Niu Dazhuang.

"You really don't know how to be funny."

Xu Huizhen was playing with the children inside when she heard the two talking: "Is this Brother Dazhuang? Come inside and talk."

At home, Xu Huizhen was dressed casually in a small, floral-patterned cotton-padded jacket with a side opening. The jacket reached just to her waist and had a floral fabric rope tied around her waist, highlighting her perfect curves. She wore loose-fitting navy blue trousers.

He was already standing at the entrance of the main hall, one hand lifting the curtain, looking at Niu Dazhuang with a smile in his eyes.

"Sister Huizhen, something came up and I'm a little late." Niu Dazhuang said as he followed her into the house.

"It's not too late. I took a walk around last night. How was it?"

"I can help, but the quantity you want is large, so it might be difficult."

"Oh, is that so? I was just about to find you a meal discount." As the two were talking, Xiao Jingli, with her little arms hanging limply, swayed as she walked out of the inner room.

Niu Dazhuang bent down and picked up the little girl: "Sister Huizhen, it's okay. I have food. My uncle only has me as his nephew. He works at a steel rolling mill. He used to be a soldier. He has many comrades-in-arms. It shouldn't be difficult for him to find me a job."

"Oh, I see!"

Xiao Jingli was a little shy and didn't stay in Niu Dazhuang's arms properly. She turned around and looked for her mother.

"Don't hold her anymore, let her run and play by herself." Saying that, he took the child from Niu Dazhuang's arms and put her on the ground.

This action inevitably involves physical contact between the two people.

Niu Dazhuang, pretending to accidentally bump into Xu Huizhen with his arm...

Xu Huizhen assumed he didn't mean it, but her own heart just kept pounding uncontrollably.

Men who go to prison and stay for three years come out looking at even sows as beautiful as Diao Chan. The same goes for women. Xu Huizhen divorced in 55, and it's been two years now. She's been thirsting for a long time; otherwise, in the original drama, she wouldn't have married a lazy bum so early.

Niu Dazhuang thought to himself, "If it weren't for my appearance, this young woman would probably have married that simp outside this year."

Once a woman opens the door to desire, how many of her can truly resist it?

"Oh, is that so? I was worrying for nothing!"

"Not at all! I appreciate your kindness, sister!"