Six Ways of Fumo

Chapter 742

Qin Wenjun was still unhurried and said with a smile: "I don't know, Mrs. Ding, do you want to hear about my past life or this life first?"

"Let's talk about the past life first. Where are you from and what is your family situation like?" Ji Xiaoxiao waved his hand.

"Okay, let's talk about the past life first." Qin Wenjun nodded, his eyes deep and distant.

That pretentious virtue seemed to have traveled through more than 100 years of time and space and returned to his previous life.

"In my previous life, my name was Qin Baowa. I was born in the southern Jiangsu area in the 26th year of Guangxu's reign. My father was a wealthy man. His famous name was Qin Fangding and his nickname was Qin Wanwan. - This person can be found in the local county annals.

It stands to reason that at that time I was a typical second-generation rich man, the dog-like young master of a landlord's family.He should be like every dog ​​boy on TV, leading a comfortable life of carrying a birdcage and a few dog legs all day long, roaming the countryside and molesting the women of good families.

But this is not the case.My father in my previous life was a miser, stingy and mean.Even his only son was no exception.Every copper coin my father had was worn on his ribs, and he counted the grains of rice when he ate.

Therefore, since I can remember, I have never worn a pair of pants without patches.That shabby appearance is worse than the poor..."

In the quiet box, Qin Wenjun's past life story unfolded.

"Fortunately, my father still knew the importance of studying. When I was six years old, he sent me to a collective private school in the village to learn how to read and write. The rules here are that the private school teacher and the barber are the same. They take turns. Guys, I just eat from house to house, today at Zhang's house, tomorrow at Li's house, the cycle goes back and forth, eat once and then go back.

Every time the team came to my house, my father would cook porridge to entertain the teacher.And the porridge was so thin that even if you rolled up your trousers and went to the bottom of the pot, you wouldn't be able to get out a few grains of rice.

I remember that the teacher once pointed at my porridge bowl and wrote a poem: "A grain of rice boils into a bowl of porridge, and the wind from the nose blows two grooves."From a distance, it looks like the water of the West Lake. Why don’t you see the fishing boat? '"

Having said this, Qin Wenjun smiled self-deprecatingly, looked at the crowd and said, "This incident shows how stingy my father was in his previous life. You think, how difficult it must be for me to be his son."

"So, what your son has done is not easy." Ji Xiaoxiao smiled, raised his head and asked, "But I don't understand, why do you emphasize your father's stinginess?"

Qin Wenjun sighed and said:

"Because of my father's stinginess, my life in my previous life was changed. ... When I was ten years old, I was kidnapped by bandits. The bandits demanded a thousand oceans to redeem my father's life.

But my father didn't have any money, and he even sent a message to the bandits, saying, kill my son, and I will save some food rations. I beg you, please kill him.

The bandits had no choice but to lower the price repeatedly, down to ten yuan, but my father still disagreed.Finally, the bandits got angry and sold the ten-year-old me to a circus, that is, the circus owned by Wang Tiehou, the leader of the group. "

"Wang Tiehou? How come there is such a strange name?" Ji Xiaoxiao muttered.

"Mrs. Ding doesn't know something. At that time, people who traveled around the world didn't give their real names. There were so many scammers, Li Douji, and Ma Ergou. Because in the past, entertainers who visited hometowns were often gangsters. The leader of our circus , he is the leader of the thief. How dare a person who commits crimes like this dare to reveal his real name to others?"

Wang Haolan nodded slightly and said: "So, you were sold not to the circus, but to a band of robbers. But I don't understand how the circus stole by traveling from house to house beating gongs and drums?"

"There are 360 ​​lines. Every other line is like a mountain. The activities in the rivers and lakes in the past are unimaginable to people now." Qin Wenjun smiled slightly proudly, shook his folding fan and said:

"Everywhere Wang Tiehou's circus goes, there are a few fixed performances.

First, there are monkey tricks and unicycle riding, which children love to see; then there are equestrian and hard qigong performances, iron guns stuck in the throat, etc., this young adult loves to see; then there is the high rope walking, two flagpoles are erected, and two It was more than ten feet high, with a rope tied in the middle, and performed like the current tightrope walk.

This thrilling project is loved by everyone.Generally speaking, by the end of the performance, everyone in the village is basically attracted and every house is empty.

Those who walk on the high rope are the pathfinders of theft.I stayed at the circus for five years, and the last year I was on the high ropes.

Walking on the rope, I could see the backyards of the entire village.For example, in the yard of the third house on the left, all silks and satins are dried, so this house must be rich.So I stood on the rope, waved my left arm three times in a row, and whistled in my mouth at the same time.The accomplices below will know about it, so they sneak out one, climb over the wall and enter the third house on the left, and search through boxes and cabinets, which usually yields great results.

The villagers were watching the fun, and they were stupid, thinking that I was dancing and whistling on top, and that I was putting on a show. How could they have imagined that my home had been robbed?After we succeed, we will retreat quickly. By the time the villagers react, we are already dozens of miles away.

Later I got sick, and my high rope walking master Zhao Dagang broke a leg the first year.There was no one to walk on the high rope, and there was no spy to find the way, and the work could not be cooperated. Therefore, in Wukesong Village, Wang Tiehou did not commit a crime, but performed honestly. "

At this point, Qin Wenjun paused briefly, and after taking a sip of tea, he suddenly turned his head and whistled, which was clear and exciting, shocking everyone!

Obviously, he was afraid that others would not believe him, so he showed his abilities in his previous life to prove it.

Ding Ermiao gave a thumbs up: "This whistle blower has good skills."

Unexpectedly, this wild whistle alerted the waiter outside, who knocked on the door hurriedly and asked what happened.

"It's okay, it's okay, a friend got drunk and went crazy..." Ji Xiaoxiao opened the door of the box and responded.

Closing the door of the box again, Qin Wenjun continued: "Some of the little tricks I learned in my previous life can be learned by myself without a teacher in this life. As for walking on the high rope, I can also perform it for you someday if it is convenient."

"Don't listen to me. Boss Qin, please continue. After leaving the circus, you are already free. Have you ever gone back to Southern Jiangsu to look for your father Qin Wanwan in his previous life?" Ding Ermiao drank. He asked after taking a sip of wine.

If you want to judge whether Qin Wenjun is true or false, the only way is to let him talk more.To say too much is bound to make mistakes. I hope I can find flaws or understand more.

Qin Wenjun nodded and said with a wry smile:
"I've been back. I left home at the age of ten and stayed apart for five years. Although my father was stingy, I still felt homesick. After the bearded Guo Weihao and I parted, we set off from Cangzhou for southern Jiangsu. But when I returned to my hometown, I saw , things have changed and people have changed.”

to be continued……

(End of this chapter)