Final Remarks
In Pro State, Fengyang City, at Tingyu Teahouse, the storyteller Jade Faced Salad took a sip of tea, straightened his fan and handkerchief, picked up the striking wood, and was just about to begin.
Li Banfeng came steaming up, bellowing in rage, "Before you start, get me out of this phonograph!"
Zhao Xiaowan comforted him from the side. "Husband, if you're really in a hurry to get out, you can't do without machine oil."
Ban Feng refused. "I absolutely will not be oiled up!"
Face Not Big tried to persuade him from the side. "Oil it up some more, and maybe you'll slip right out."
Mu Yuejuan still did not quite understand. "Seventh Master, how did you get trapped inside the phonograph?"
Li Banfeng snorted. "Isn't it all because of you? Your skills were lacking, yet you forced me to find an exit. Blood had been shed, sweat had been spilled, and something vital had been left behind. At such a critical moment, I could only go looking for my wife!"
Zhao Xiaowan poked Ban Feng with a finger. "And you have the nerve to say that? Was what you left behind blood and sweat?"
Ban Feng snorted again. "Anyway, it was something vital!"
Zhao Xiaowan touched the phonograph's horn. "Once you get out, go push a cart and hawk wares."
Li Banfeng shook the huge horn. "Leave the cart to the Peddler."
The Peddler looked around and found that the Heavenly Woman had not arrived yet. He waved his hands repeatedly. "I still have to be the Mountain God. Leave this hawking business to you husband and wife."
He Jiaqing was somewhat unconvinced. "Back then, I thought I was the protagonist. Jade Faced Salad, I was a Peerless Hero, a story of ruling the world and shaking