Lord of Time!

Chapter 20 Is Tolerable or Unbearable

"You guys, who asked you to sing here? Do you know that it is a serious crime to block the road and seek personal gain? Moreover, these melodious songs are simply corrupting the people's morals..."

The chief arrester quickly waved his hand, and the two white servants behind him rushed up like wolves and tigers. Seeing that the small stool was still collecting money, they grabbed it in their hands.

"The money must be returned to the government."

Xiaosengzi's eyes were red. After his family's decline, his brothers were ostracized and laughed at.

Especially after struggling back from the death line, the money earned from singing songs every day is the lifeblood of people like myself, can they survive, and live well?Just look at this.

How can someone else take it away.

He completely forgot that he was a scholar, and he didn't have much ability, so he rushed forward as soon as his brain got hot, wanting to take it back.

There was a sneer at the corner of a pinch of hair.

Suddenly, he slapped the stool, causing the stool to stagger, and then, the arrester refused to give up, and kicked with his leg.

Although this man looks unflattering, he is physically strong and quite courageous.Kicked out with one leg, whining broke the wind.

The little stool was really going to be kicked, and it would be seriously injured if it didn't die.

People around have already started to exclaim.

There are people watching from far and near. Although no one is coming out, it does not prevent each of them from sharing the same hatred and anger.

"Boom..."

Amidst the exclamation, there was a muffled sound.

Everyone's eyes were slightly blurred, and they saw a bunch of hairs retreating suddenly, hugging their legs and screaming twice in pain, their faces turned blue.

At some point, the young man who was squatting on the ground without getting up, playing music while beating on the broken bricks and tiles, had changed his position.

A bunch of hair kicked him heavily in the chest, as if he had kicked against a rocky wall... It didn't hurt anyone, but he couldn't bear the force himself, so he fell backwards and fell to the ground.

"My lord, you have to be careful, it's raining and the road is slippery, don't fall."

Chen Ping smiled, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

'Stealing money and beating people, all I can say is, is he worthy of being a black dog? '

If it weren't for the skin on the opponent's body, it represented the government.Just relying on the other party to act like this, he would be bloodied for five steps in the street.

"How dare you resist arrest? How dare you resist arrest? I suspect you and the others are fugitives."

A tuft of hairs got up and couldn't hold back his face, he threatened fiercely, looked around, and said loudly: "Everyone can see clearly, remember the faces of these people..."

"You can't wrong people indiscriminately. You were the one who beat and kicked people before, but you didn't stand firm, and you spit blood at people?"

Hualian'er was so angry that his chest heaved, the villain was like a ghost, and he turned black and white, that's all.

Especially when some people rely on their own status to act recklessly, it is even more aggrieved.

The left broken hand and the right hand have touched the sleeves, and the body trembled slightly, but it wasn't because he was afraid, he couldn't help it...

I thought it would be a big deal and I would die in the end of the world.

Anyway, I can't let the other party ruin my and others' jobs.

"Yeah, this is too much."

"The few people in the family just make a living and earn a living by singing music, but they even label them as fugitives. It's really black-hearted."

"Hey, being entangled by this person, the matter is not easy to settle, neither beating nor scolding."

There was a lot of discussion among the people around, and some people said a few words from time to time, but they couldn't see who said it.

A pinch of hair saw that there was no response, and his face became more and more gloomy.

He just stepped on the broken bricks and tiles arranged in several rows, vented his anger for a while, pointed at Chen Ping and said with a sneer: "I will give you a warning today, and you must know that the king's law is strict. If you see me again, wait here." Singing songs for profit will definitely be sent to prison to be served well."

While talking, he looked back at Hualian'er again, his eyes were inexplicable, he weighed the money, led the two white servants, and swaggered away.

Leave a mess.

"Seventh brother, can you bear this?"

Zuo Duanshou watched the group of Mao and the others leave, and said in a low voice: "It's really the scum of the police, the Dali Dynasty, because of the existence of this kind of people, they are already rotten from top to bottom, so... "

He just waited for Chen Ping to give an order, and he immediately acted, absolutely unwilling to accept this poisonous gas.

After all, he is a master who can cut off his arms for food, kill all the thieves, and follow them thousands of miles away.

It is conceivable that Zuo Duanshou's heart is so cruel, he is not a person who can take anger.

"Don't worry, everything has a cause and effect. We didn't provoke anyone by singing. Unless it's related to interests, we won't attract arrests. Besides, there are petty thefts, robberies and murders all over the street, and no one is searching for them." Take, it just happened to focus on a few of us, don't you think it's weird?"

Chen Ping's eyes were gloomy, and he said in a low voice: "Go back first. After all the onlookers have dispersed, you can go and feel the background of these people and see who is behind the scenes? You might as well take a walk near Fuyuan Restaurant , remember to be cautious, don’t startle the snake by hitting the grass.”

"Yes, Seventh Brother."

The severed left hand nodded heavily.

"Little stool, is your face okay? There is still some wound medicine in the room. I will apply hot water to it later. I was a little unexpected just now. I didn't expect that person to be so arrogant."

"It's okay, Seventh Brother, it's just a slap. A few days ago, my brother and I have been ridiculed and beaten so much, we've already gotten used to it. This slap doesn't hurt at all..."

The little stool grinned, his swollen left face was already red and swollen, with dense fingerprints, but he was very happy: "If Brother Seven hadn't helped me block my leg earlier, I'm afraid I would have been lying on the ground at this time."

Hualian'er squatted on the ground without interjecting, just touching the broken bricks and tiles, slightly sad, tears were about to fall.

It is these seemingly inconspicuous "garbage" that played a gorgeous movement in the hands of Seventh Brother.

Perhaps, in the eyes of others, this thing is really worthless.

But in Hualian'er's eyes, it has an unparalleled meaning.

She didn't even think about buying a piano to replace it.

Turn decay into magic, make the impossible possible, and turn it into a miracle. How can a mere Yaoqin compare to it?

Unfortunately, it's broken.

"Forget it, it's just some bricks and tiles. If you like it, I'll go to the abandoned temple to pick some up later. What's the point of being sad?"

"That...is different."

Hualian'er still felt aggrieved.

He just hugged Chen Ping's arm, drooping his head, listless.

"What's the difference? What's really precious is not any equipment, but your hands and your own brain. Or, I'll teach you another song when I go back?"

"Really?"

Hualian's face changed like a face, and immediately turned from sadness to joy. The rapid change of mood is simply breathtaking.

Some people's happiness is as simple as that.

"Seventh brother, don't be foolish, and don't fool yourself with bad tunes. You must be similar to the previous three prime ministers."

"Okay, almost."

"Is it still [Shui Tiao Ge Tou] this time? [Ru Meng Ling] is also possible."

"neither."

Chen Ping's mind was numb, and he responded casually, but he was thinking in his heart.This singing activity should not last long in the future.

As a temporary measure, it's okay to get some lyrics and music that don't exist in this world to tide over the difficulties.

If things go on like this, maybe there will be countless troubles coming one after another.

You can't let "passing talents" come to take the blame every time, and don't treat the literati in this world as fools.

(End of this chapter)