The short-lived ghost of the Xie family has lived a long life

Chapter 860 Zhu Qing
Zhu Qing finally raised his head, looked at Yan Sanhe quickly, and then lowered his head.

"It's not a betrothal."

"what is that?"

"He promised that if I told him every move of Third Master, he would give me my freedom."

Yan Sanhe froze for a moment.

Then she suddenly realized something and blurted out: "Do you have the leverage in Xie Daozhi's hands, or are you selling yourself?"

Zhu Qing's lips moved and she said softly: "A contract to sell oneself."

He was born in Zhujiacun, a small village in Liaocheng, Shandong.

Zhujia Village is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and has about a hundred households in total.

We were living a comfortable life, but one summer, it rained heavily for three days and nights. Half of the mountain collapsed, floods rushed down, and the farmland in the village was submerged in an instant.

The moment it was washed away by the flood, my father and mother worked together to put his single seedling into the wooden basin.

The wooden basin rushed downstream along the flood, and was knocked to pieces by a big tree. In dizziness, he hugged the big tree tightly and struggled to climb to the top of the tree.

pouring rain;
Branches shaken by water;
Bodies were floating in the rushing water;
He desperately thought that one of these corpses must be his father's, one his mother's, one his eldest sister's, and one his second sister's.

Where will they be rushed?
Where will they end up?
From now on, who will he call father and who will he call mother? Will two sisters take turns to carry him on his back and call him one brother at a time?

It was getting dark and the rain was still so heavy.

He didn't dare to sleep, fearing that if he fell asleep and let go, he would fall into the flood and turn into a cold corpse.

He waited and waited with his eyes open, and finally waited until dawn.

Looking around, the torrential floods submerged everything in sight, and there was no living thing. No, there were two mice in the water holding a dead branch, screaming for help.

At that moment, Zhu Qing was extremely desperate. He suddenly discovered that the fate of people is actually the same as that of mice.

He stayed in the tree for two days and two nights, chewing the bark when he was hungry and chewing the leaves when he was thirsty. Finally, he waited until the flood subsided.

Zhujia Village is gone, Liujia Village, and Wangjia Village have also been razed to the ground. There are corpses everywhere. When the sun comes up, the smell of corpses is in the air.

He walked down the river, hoping to find the bodies of his father, mother, and sister, and bury them properly so that he would have a place to burn paper in the future.

After walking for three months, not a single body was found, but he survived steadily.

Later he learned that the plague had spread in their villages after the flood. The plague spread and many people died.

That year, he was six years old and became an orphan.

The orphans have only two choices, either to become a little beggar and go to the streets to beg for food; or to sell themselves in exchange for three meals a day.

He chose to sell himself to an acrobatic class.

In addition to farming, Zhujiacun also has another skill for making a living - performing acrobatics.

This is a skill passed down from generation to generation.

Men in Zhujiacun generally start practicing martial arts at the age of three. They go out to earn money at the age of ten. When they are strong enough, they return to their hometown to farm and rely on the money they earn to marry and have children.

Generation after generation, over and over again.

He also started practicing martial arts at the age of three. After practicing for three years, his father said that his body bones are the best for acrobatics in a century. They are not only soft, but also strong.

Seeing that he had good foundation, the class leader bought him for two taels of silver.

Juggling requires both juggling and boxing skills.

His master is the leader of the class, and his unique skill is to spin a large vat. The two hundred kilograms of vat is on his feet, just like spinning a hot wheel, not to mention how awesome he is.

This is what he learned.After five o'clock every day, practice zamabu.

After finishing the horse stance, start to press the legs, spread the horse forward, bend the legs a little, and the master's whip is about to come up...

Before going to bed at night, I would tie a twenty-pound sandbag on each leg and run for more than ten miles. If I ran slowly, my master would not let me sleep, and would force me to stand in a corner all night.

Bitterness is really hard, and tiredness is really tiring.

The master is not the father. When the father raises his whip, he is reluctant to pull it down. The master never raises his whip, but when he does, he always whips him to death.

He is not afraid of tiredness or hardship. He remembers what his father said. If you want to get ahead, you have to endure hardship. If you eat enough hardship, there will be sweetness in the future.

Three years later, he began to play a leading role in the acrobatic class, performing vat turns in place of his master.

The small body can turn a large tank weighing several hundred kilograms, and the whole house can win every time.

He had already planned in his mind that he would succeed in the acrobatic class, redeem himself, and then find a place where there would be no floods to settle down, marry a wife, have children, and live out his life peacefully.

The accident happened when he was ten years old.

The acrobatic class arrived in Cangzhou, Hebei Province. When he was performing on the street, he was spotted by the youngest son of the prefect Liu of Cangzhou Prefecture.

Mr. Liu has no other hobbies except handsome little boys.

At that time, he was not only handsome, with strong legs, but also an unusually soft body. The man stuffed a 500-tael silver note into the class leader's hand and kidnapped him on the spot.

He cried and refused to leave, and looked at the class leader with tearful eyes. The class leader looked at the banknote in his hand, then looked at him, and slowly turned around.

Zhu Qing will always remember that figure from behind, just like the flood that swallowed up his parents, turbid and cold.

There are already seven or eight little boys in Master Liu's house, the oldest is no more than 12 years old, and the youngest is only five or six years old. All of them have timid eyes.

His intuition told him that this was not a good place and he had to find a way to escape.

He escaped that night, was caught, beaten half to death, and didn't have a good piece of meat on his body.

Master Liu squatted in front of him, patted his face, and sneered.

"After entering this house, if you want to get out, you have to carry it out. Do you know who wants to carry it out? It's a dead person."

He didn't have the energy to reply, he just cursed in his heart: Bah, Grandpa Zhu, I'm never afraid of death!

Young Master Liu had probably never seen him be so aggressive, so he suddenly became interested and ordered the maids to serve him well.

After being fed with good soup and water for half a month, he escaped again just as he was able to get out of bed, only to be caught again.

This time, no one beat him, so Master Liu ordered someone to lock him in the woodshed.

For seven days, not a drop of water came in.

Just when he was about to starve to death, the door creaked open, and Master Liu asked him condescendingly: "Never obey?"

He shook his head.

No!

Master Liu suddenly laughed and ordered someone to tie his hands with a rope and sink him into a deep well.

The well water soaked his body, and he seemed to be back to the night when the wooden basin was broken by the big tree, so cold, so fearful, so desperate.

His lips trembled violently, and he finally bit out two words with difficulty: I am from!
Three days later, when he was washed clean and sent to Master Liu's bedroom, he realized that between obeying and dying, he really should choose to die.

But also after that day, his desire to survive became stronger and stronger, and he was looking for opportunities all the time.

The opportunity came.

(End of this chapter)