Eternal madness

Chapter 6 The Craftsman (Bonus Chapter, Please Vote and Leave a Comment)

Everyone looked at Zhang Laifu and laughed so hard they trembled. The other few idiots in the cell also laughed along.

Zhao Guangping, the cloth-selling idiot, drooled as he laughed, "This idiot doesn't even know his own name."

Pei Binru, the brick-making idiot, laughed and said, "I've known my name since I was a child. My mother told me!"

Song Yongchang was also pleased; Zhang Laifu had performed exceptionally well, better than expected.

Yuan Kuilong nodded repeatedly: "This person is really stupid, Lao Song. It must have taken a lot of trouble for you to find such a fool from another state."

With a sigh of relief, Song Yongchang smiled humbly and said, "Serving Master Long is my duty, and I will definitely do my best."

Song Yongchang thought to himself that he had to choose his words carefully. He shouldn't say things like "doing his best" or "being loyal and righteous." Who knew what Yuan Kuilong might be thinking?

He thought he had it under control, but Yuan Kuilong suddenly asked, "But I remember you saying you wanted to find someone who doesn't look stupid but is actually really stupid. This person looks pretty stupid. Is he suitable?"

Everyone immediately stopped laughing and looked at Song Yongchang.

“He doesn’t seem stupid, and he can figure things out,” Song Yongchang approached Zhang Laifu and asked in a friendly tone, “Zhang Laifu, tell me what your true identity is.”

Song Yongchang once said that when filming begins, the characters are referred to by their names, and when filming stops, they are referred to by their names.

Old Song called Zhang Laifu's name, which meant the filming had stopped. Zhang Laifu puffed out his chest and said, "I'm an actor."

Song Yongchang then asked, "What should we do about the foot that kicked you just now?"

Zhang Laifu said with a serious expression, "The company has to provide compensation!"

What does "compensation" mean?

"It's just asking for more money!"

The group laughed until they cried. Song Yongchang said, "Master Long, he knows how to add money. He doesn't look stupid."

Yuan Kuilong wiped away his tears and nodded repeatedly: "Well done, Lao Song, have you gathered all six idiots?"

As he spoke, Yuan Kuilong took off the thumb ring from his thumb and slowly played with it in his hand.

This thumb ring is Yuan Kuilong's bowl, an exceptionally fine bowl.

Song Yongchang wanted to look, but dared not look too much: "Master, it's all here."

Yuan Kuilong rubbed his thumb ring and examined it carefully for a while: "Since I've collected them all, why isn't my bowl responding?"

Song Yongchang quickly explained, "They haven't turned into soil yet. Once they are turned into soil, the bowl will naturally respond."

Yuan Kuilong glanced at the six idiots, then at his own thumb ring, and said to Song Yongchang, "Let's do it now!"

Zhang Laifu clenched his fist.

The third son of the Lin family gritted his teeth inwardly.

Song Yongchang shook his head slightly: "Master Long, now is not the right time. Once the bowl is opened, it will not be stopped. We still need to find a good seed, and the seed blood must be top-notch!"

"You've said too much!" Yuan Kuilong put the ring back on his hand. "You mentioned bloodline, and I was just about to ask you, why do you have to find an idiot from another state? Aren't bloodlines from other states the same as those from Wansheng State?"

"It's a long story, Master Long, let's go back to the village and talk about it slowly..."

"No need to go back to the village, you can talk here!" Yuan Kuilong pulled up a chair and sat down in the cell.

Song Yongchang glanced at the people around him: "It's best to say this in private..."

"No need for private conversations, let's make this clear right here!" Yuan Kuilong ate a grape. "Apart from these six idiots, everyone here is one of our brothers. What can't we say?"

Sometimes, Song Yongchang really didn't know how to deal with Yuan Kuilong; there were indeed some things that couldn't be said in front of others.

Just as Song Yongchang was pondering how to subtly reveal the reason, a bandit soldier came in to announce: "Master, Miss wants to see you. She says she has something important to discuss with you."

"What's so important?" Yuan Kuilong asked, displeased. "Is it more important than what happened between me and the second-in-command?"

Miss, I'm referring to Yuan Kuilong's younger sister, Yuan Kuifeng.

The bandit whispered, "Miss said she's in a good mood today and wants to have a couple of drinks."

It wasn't a big deal, but Yuan Kuilong's expression was very serious.

Yuan Kuifeng sent someone to invite him for drinks; if he doesn't go, she'll definitely go on a drunken rampage.

Once she gets drunk and acts out, things become difficult to handle.

After hesitating for a moment, Yuan Kuilong stood up and said, "Old Song, come with me for a couple of drinks. Old Zhao, you come too, and make some cucumber salad to go with your drinks!"

Old Song breathed a sigh of relief and was about to set off when he suddenly heard Yuan Kuilong ask, "Old Song, you went all the way to another prefecture, didn't you bring me anything good?"

"I left in a hurry and really didn't have time to think about it."

"Impossible. You're an educated person; how could you be lacking in manners?"

"Honey, I was wrong this time. I'll make it up to you next time."

"Don't do it again next time. You must have brought it for me. Are you just too embarrassed to take it out? If you don't take it out, I'll have someone search you!" Yuan Kuilong ordered two constables to come forward and search him.

Song Yongchang was the second-in-command of Hunlongzhai. In front of so many people, Yuan Kuilong wanted to search him.

This was a difficult situation to swallow, but Song Yongchang forced himself to do so. He had the housekeeper search him and even opened his luggage for Yuan Kuilong to see.

After searching for Lao Song, they went to search for Lao Yu and Lao Zheng. Lao Yu glared at Fang Chazi, who was scared but didn't hesitate to search carefully, but found nothing.

Yuan Kuilong had been watching from the sidelines the whole time. Song Yongchang hadn't used any tricks and hadn't hidden anything at all: "Old Song, this isn't fair of you. You came back with your hands bare?"

Song Yongchang apologized again: "My dear husband, next time I go out, I will definitely bring you back a big gift."

"Alright, I won't pick on you anymore. This idiot is quite a gift. Come drink with me."

The group left, leaving only the six idiots in the cell and the two guards who looked after the seedlings.

It's almost 3 a.m., and the four idiots are sleepy and have all gone to sleep.

Zhang Laifu wasn't asleep. He looked around the cell, and before he could even finish looking, Fang Chazi kicked him again.
"You don't even know my name, what's the point of your life? Tell me, what's the point of your life?"

Zhang Laifu didn't understand why he was kicked like that; he had no grudge against this guy.

This was Fang Chazi's way of intimidating him. Anyone who entered the seedling house for the first time would get a beating from Fang Chazi, the purpose of which was to let the seedlings know how powerful Fang Chazi was.

Fang Chazi stepped out of the room, yawned, and said to Fang Chazi outside the door, "I'm going to sleep for a while. You keep watch for me, and we'll switch shifts later."

The shifts for the housekeepers are usually done in pairs. Normally, these two housekeepers would work together at night, but now that the housekeepers only keep a group of idiots in it, and even Yuan Kuilong doesn't care, the housekeepers have become lax and take turns sleeping at night.

Zhang Laifu heard them discussing changing shifts very clearly.

There were a few other things that Zhang Laifu also saw very clearly.

Taking the opportunity to see Han Yucheng, Zhang Laifu got a clear look at the structure of the seedling house.

Through the leader's words, Zhang Laifu learned that the leader truly regarded him as a fool, as did the two guards; they should have no suspicion of Zhang Laifu at all.

During the body search, Zhang Laifu discovered that the two guards were of lower rank than Lao Yu and Lao Zheng, and they were clearly afraid of Lao Yu.

Their low status suggests that they are likely not as capable as Lao Zheng and Lao Yu.

If you can't fight and are caught off guard, it means you have a chance to escape.

The most urgent task now is to remove the cotton covering I'm wearing.

Zhang Laifu carefully pulled cotton off his body, strand by strand.

Even though Old Song isn't here, we can't be completely reckless. We can tear off a little bit at a time, hide it under our bodies when we're done, or find a fool to hide next to him...

Lin Shao Cong crawled up to Zhang Laifu and asked, "Are you Yangzi?"

Zhang Laifu turned his head and said, "I have no lines, don't talk to me."

Lin Shao Cong looked around and noticed a guard patrolling outside the cell.

He then said to Zhang Laifu, "The script has been changed, and now you have lines."

Zhang Laifu didn't believe him: "Do you have a script? Let me see it!"

Hearing them talking about the script and actors again from outside the room, he couldn't help but laugh out loud and peered at the two idiots through the doorway.

Lin Shao Cong said to Zhang Laifu, "I really have a script. You follow along with me and we'll put on a great show."

What kind of grand show?

"Look!" Lin Shao Cong pulled a sticky, yellowish substance from his crotch.

It really is huge.

Upon seeing this lump of stuff, Fang Cha from the doorway almost vomited.

That third son of the Lin family is disgusting. This whole room is full of idiots, but none of them are as disgusting as him.

Fang Chazi didn't dare to make a fuss yet; if others found out, he would definitely have to deal with this huge mess.

It's better to just pretend we didn't see it and let the next shift handle it.

Fang Chazi covered his nose and walked away.

But Zhang Laifu couldn't leave. Looking at the yellowish lump, he shook his head repeatedly: "This show can't be done. I was kicked several times by that guy just now, and I already have to pay extra for that. If you want me to make something this disgusting, how much more do you want to pay me..."

Lin Shao Cong didn't explain. He could hear footsteps outside, and he knew that Fang Chazi had gone far away.

He grabbed a sticky lump of substance, kneaded it for a few minutes until it became a dagger over seven inches long, and handed it to Zhang Laifu.

When Zhang Laifu received it, he touched the texture and realized that it wasn't what he had expected.

This stuff is clay.

"Is this a prop?"

"It's a prop, the most advanced prop." Lin Shao Cong made himself a dagger, and then took a lump of clay and made two spears.

“Let me tell you about this play,” Lin Shao Cong said, lowering his voice to the lowest possible level. “You’re not just an ordinary seedling now; you’re a seedling with an important mission on your shoulders.”

All the other seedlings are fools, but neither you nor I are fools; only the two of us know this.

"In a moment, I'll open the door. There are two bad guys outside. One is for you, and the other is for me. We'll kill them according to the script." Zhang Laifu thought for a moment about the general process and asked, "How should we kill them? Should we rip out their hearts or slit their throats?"

Lin Shao Cong thought for a moment: "According to the script, it's a throat-slitting scene, one cut is enough! The action must be quick and precise."

Zhang Laifu was a little troubled: "This is an action scene, and I don't have any background in this area. I'm afraid I might hurt someone."

Lin Shaocong assured Zhang Laifu, "The clay is soft and won't hurt anyone. This little act doesn't require any skill. Just be brave enough to do it. Remember, if you really smear it on someone's neck, they have props to protect you. Don't worry."

Zhang Laifu agreed: "This scene also needs extra money."

Lin Shao Cong nodded repeatedly: "Add, definitely add. After killing those two scoundrels in the seedling house, you'll have to carry me out."

What are seedling houses and seedling branches?

"The seedling house is this prison, and the house forks are the bad guys."

Why should I carry you on my back?

Lin Shao Cong pointed to his left leg: "The character I play is someone with a leg injury, and a very serious one at that, so he can't walk at all. You have to carry me all the way down the mountain."

Zhang Laifu said, "This is hard work, so I'll have to pay extra."

"I'll double it for you. Once we get down the mountain, we have to run all the way back to Heishakouzi. That'll be the end of filming this scene!"

How do I get to Heishakouzi?

"I know the way. I'll tell you how to get there and how to act. Do you understand?"

"Almost, when do we start filming?" Zhang Laifu gripped the dagger tightly.

Lin Shao Cong gently waved his hand: "Don't grip it too tightly, loosen it a little, and this knife will move on its own."

"It can move on its own? Is this also technology?"

"This is all technology; you need to master it as soon as possible!"

Zhang Laifu loosened his grip, his joints not very flexible: "I'm afraid I can't use this knife, nor can I act in this scene. I'm carrying props with me, props to regulate the performance movements."

As he spoke, Zhang Laifu gently plucked some white fluff from the back of his hand and handed it to Lin Shaocong.

“This is cotton, and there’s a skill involved in this…” Lin Shao Cong asked Zhang Laifu, “Where did this cotton come from?”

Zhang Laifu said, "This was given to me by Lao Song."

Lin Shao Cong shook his head and said, "We can't use this prop now. When performing action scenes, your body needs to be flexible, and this cotton will affect your performance."

He rolled the clay into a ball and placed it in Zhang Laifu's palm.

The clay ball rolled from Zhang Laifu's palm to the back of his hand, then slipped into Zhang Laifu's sleeve, rolled around on his body, and finally emerged from his collar.

The clay ball that emerged was several times larger, covered with layers of cotton.

"This prop is so high-end!" Zhang Laifu exclaimed in surprise.

Lin Shao Cong made several more clay balls and rolled them around several times to make sure Zhang Laifu was free of cotton. Lin Shao Cong then instructed, "The knife in your hand is more advanced. Remember, don't grip it too tightly."

He climbed to the door, made a key out of clay, inserted it into the lock, and silently opened the door.

He climbed out of the cell first, saw Fang Chazi's back, and threw the dagger in his hand away.

The dagger flew towards Fangchazi, and the seemingly soft clay pierced directly through Fangchazi's neck.

The fork fell to the ground without a sound.

Lin Shao Cong looked at Zhang Laifu.

Because of his leg problems, Zhang Laifu will have to take over for the next person.

Zhang Laifu, carrying a dagger, walked out of the cell with his back bent.

Lin Shao Cong was a little worried. This idiot probably had never killed anyone before, and he didn't know if he had the guts to do it.

Zhang Laifu crouched down and walked along the narrow corridor. Another roommate was sleeping against a haystack by the wall.

Zhang Laifu pointed the dagger at Fang Chazi's neck.

Lin Shao Cong's heart leaped into his throat.

What if this idiot is too scared to make a move?
If I climb over there myself, it will definitely make a noise, and if the house fork wakes up, it will be troublesome.

But he doesn't dare to do it, so I have to. There's no other good way right now. If all else fails...

Zhang Laifu placed the dagger against Fang Chazi's neck and slashed him across.

Lacking experience in this area, he initially used too little force, but then added extra strength with the dagger in his hand, working in conjunction with Zhang Laifu's hand to slit Fang Chazi's throat.

Fresh blood splattered on Zhang Laifu's face, still warm.

Fang Chazi opened his eyes, covered his throat, and tried to stand up.

Zhang Laifu kicked Fang Chazi in the chest.

The kick was solid. Fang Chazi wanted to cough, but couldn't. He struggled a few times and then fell silent.

Lin Shao Cong waved to Zhang Laifu, signaling him to carry him on his back.

Zhang Laifu stood still for a long time.

Lin Shao Cong was a little worried; he was afraid that Zhang Laifu would suddenly run away and leave him here.

Zhang Laifu didn't run away.

To be honest, he didn't know where to run.

Blood mixed with sweat streamed down his face.

This is just acting.

To act, you have to get into character.

You have to get into character.

Zhang Laifu walked up to Lin Shao Cong, pointed to the bloodstains on his face, and said to Lin Shao Cong, "This prop is so realistic, it even has warmth."

Lin Shao Cong said very seriously: "There are even more realistic ones outside. No matter if you see heads or hands and feet, remember that they are all props."

Zhang Laifu carried Lin Shao Cong on his back and asked, "What's the name of the character you're playing?"

Lin Shao Cong thought Zhang Lai Fu was deliberately testing him, so he didn't hide anything: "You should have heard Lao Song say that my name is Lin Shao Cong, and I'm a clay sculptor."

"What's the name of the character Lao Song plays?"

"His name is Song Yongchang. He's a cotton carder. He should be an expert in strategizing, and he might also be a master of maintaining order."

It's for fluffing cotton.

Zhang Laifu remembered that familiar sound, bang ding ding ding!
"What do 'master of a brilliant strategy' and 'master of control' mean?" Zhang Laifu didn't quite understand.

"It's okay if you don't understand now, you'll understand later!"

Zhang Laifu carried Lin Shaocong to the door of the seedling house. Lin Shaocong, holding two clay knives, killed the two sentries at the door.

The severed head landed at Zhang Laifu's feet, and Zhang Laifu nodded repeatedly: "This prop is well made, just like the real thing!"

Lin Shao Cong said in a low voice, "According to the script, there is a hillside in Xishan called Guaizi Slope. Because it is too steep to walk on, there are not many people guarding it. We will go down the mountain from there."

Zhang Laifu asked, "That hillside is impassable, how are we going to get down?"

"This is part of the script, why are you taking it seriously? It's all fake."

Zhang Laifu looked at the human heads on the ground: "That's right, they're all fake."

Zhang Laifu carried Lin Shaocong on his back and walked along the mountain path. They hadn't gone far when a footman blocked Zhang Laifu's way.

Foot soldiers were a type of bandit in the mountain stronghold. These soldiers were fast and familiar with the roads, but not very good at fighting. They were usually responsible for delivering messages and doing errands.

"What are you doing?" The porter didn't recognize Zhang Laifu, but he recognized the person on his back.

This is the third young master of the Lin family. The seedlings that the second master caught, how did they get carried out of the seedling house?

Lin Shao Cong was a little nervous. This porter had a loud voice and was quite clever. His eyes were fixed on Lin Shao Cong.

Killing him isn't difficult; the scary thing is if he makes a move.

Zhang Laifu remained calm and said to the porter, "Second Master told me to take this man to find Yu the Calculator."

The footman was taken aback. Was Yu Qia just a casual nickname? Was this person very familiar with Lao Yu?
He looked Zhang Laifu up and down: "You mean Chief Yu? What do you want with him?"

Zhang Laifu glared at him: "Is that something you should be asking?"

The footman pursed his lips: "Well, um, it's dark and the road is slippery, so be careful."

Zhang Laifu took a step to leave, but Jiao Xingzi still felt something was wrong: "Do you know the password for tonight?"

"I know!" Zhang Laifu nodded, took out a dagger, and slit the porter's neck.

The footman clutched his throat and looked at Zhang Laifu.

Zhang Laifu delivered another blow to his forehead, and the boy collapsed to the ground, motionless.

Lin Shao Cong praised, "Lai Fu, your skills are getting better and better."

“Acting skills are honed through practice,” Zhang Laifu said, carrying Lin Shaocong on his back as they continued running. “Your performance just now wasn’t good enough. You need to get into character and have the role in mind!”

P.S.: Lai Fu's performance was just great!

In the first chapter, when Lin Shao Cong hid mud in his crotch, it wasn't just for fun.

Clay figurine maker, also known as clay doll maker, is one of the 360 ​​trades.

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