Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 4 Juggling Troupe

In the southeast of Xi'an City, in a small courtyard.

The weapon rack in the corner is full of knives, guns, swords and halberds. From a distance, it seems to be a small barracks. When you get close, you can hear the roar of shouting and drinking, but this place is much more thrilling than the barracks.

Eight sharpened steel knives looked like a Ferris wheel, spinning in mid-air, and a middle-aged man with a sallow complexion and two arms like noodles could always be accurate before landing on the ground. catch.

There is also a Daguan Dao weighing several tens of catties, which hit the ground so heavily that even the thick bluestone bricks were cracked, but it was waved like a windmill in the hands of a petite girl.

A boulder was crushed on the chest, a gun pointed to the chest, and a chrysanthemum exploded on the iron rod. A total of ten people in the entire yard were busy working, and a tall and thin man in short clothes with a particularly large bone was patrolling back and forth, constantly shouting and urging.

"Practice hard. Tomorrow, Yuan Zhao's family will get married. We must make a loud and lively show. This month, everyone will be pointing to this trip!"

"Hey, brother Liu, just watch it!" Hearing the yelling, the sallow-faced man who threw the knife said with a playful smile, but suddenly he missed a knife, so he hurriedly took a step back, and the eight sharp knives came together. Shui'er pierced the ground from the tip of his nose, and his eyes became cross-eyed when he saw his sallow face. The thrilling scene also made other jugglers dumbfounded for a moment, and then they all dropped the guy and burst into laughter.

The household that brought Song Qingshu over to Lalang's team is a juggling troupe, called the Xing Family Troupe after Old Man Xing, and the female ghost in red is also Old Man Xing's daughter, but amidst the bustle, she huddled in a corner However, Song Qingshu in the movie seemed out of place.

Still wearing the big straw hat and tattered cotton vest, he curled up in the corner with his legs crossed like a country bumpkin entering the city, looking at the non-human beings in the yard, Song Qingshu thought sadly.

What is this called!

Now he has made it clear that this is not some ghost from the underworld, people have shadows, eat and drink, they are not ghosts, and the eight years of the apocalypse is not a certain twisted time period in history, the notice in traditional characters at the gate of the Yamen has been posted The news of the emperor's ascension to the throne is indeed the beginning of the early years of Chongzhen, the beginning of the dark end. The teacher came back from the countryside without knowing it, or because he drank too much, which is why he committed such a foolishness.

It's just that Song Qingshu couldn't figure out why he traveled from the ancient tomb of the Tang Dynasty, but didn't travel to the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Why did he travel to the Ming Dynasty, let him read three hundred Tang poems by heart, and pretend to be a fake poet? Now, and I want to say whether my life can be saved.

This is the beginning of the dark end of the cannibalism.

The most infuriating thing is that time travel is time travel, the end of the world has also been recognized, ordinary people have nothing to say, why are they pulled as a shield the moment they come here!Robbing a woman from the nephew of a high-ranking official in the Ming Province is a bit too difficult, isn't it?

There are so many time-traveling ancestors, even if someone else’s time-traveling family is down and down, there is still a fiancée who is so beautiful, virtuous and virtuous, and she is a fiancée. , the violent red-clothed female ghost rescued by the hero...

Taking a sneak peek, who knows that there is a psychological response, Xing Hongniang immediately glared at her with a pair of full almond-shaped eyes, and a bunch of strong men in short clothes who were wielding knives and guns were also staring at her unkindly, as if studying the It was as if a knife had been cut somewhere, so scared that Song Qingshu quickly shrank his head back, and continued to complain endlessly in his heart with grief and indignation.

When Song Qingshu was sizing up the female ghost, he didn't know that Xing Hongniang's father and daughter were also sizing up at him. Seeing Song Qingshu's timid and stupid look, old man Xing couldn't help but sighed and shook his head.

"Girl, I've really wronged you. With your looks and talent, it's more than enough to marry a scholar and scholar. It's because my father was in a daze and wanted to go to the provincial capital to make a living. As a result, alas..."

The wrinkles on his face were all wrinkled like a loess plateau, old man Xing said with a sad face.

She didn't care too much, glanced at Song Qingshu who looked like a wimp, Hongniang Xing easily supported Old Man Xing's arm, and persuaded with a smile: "Okay dad, it's not about marrying whoever you marry, if you marry a scholar, Xiu'er still can't get used to that kind of rules!"

Even with such persuasion, Hongniang Xing's resentment could still be seen in the corner of her eyes. A woman gets married once in her life. Who wants to marry a fool?

At this time, the big-boned and skinny man who had just urged these artists to practice also brought his face closer, carefully looked around, and then lowered his voice towards Old Man Xing.

"Master, anyway, it's a troubled time now, and no one cares about the many deaths of Liangjiazi every day, let alone a fool."

Looking back at Song Qingshu's timid face, there was a murderous look on his thin cheeks, and the thin man's voice was lowered.

"Wait until nightfall, Xiao Luobo, Zhang Erlenzi and I put this fool in a sack and throw it into the moat, so my junior sister won't have to suffer such grievances."

The skinny man is old man Xing's big apprentice, named Liu Dazhuzi, and he is usually half of Xing's family. The world is not peaceful in this era, especially when their hearts should be ruthless. Listen to Xing The old man also nodded secretly.

Seeing Hongniang Xing's bright apricot core eyes suddenly lit up, Liu Dazhuzi couldn't help but feel a little joy in his heart, but immediately, Hongniang Xing shook his head heavily.

"Can't kill him, he's my man!"

"Why? You were forced, how could that idiot be worthy of his junior sister!" Unable to bear it, Liu Dazhuzi's thin face was filled with astonishment, and he cried out in disbelief.

"But the master in the yamen, the arresters will know that this idiot is my man! He Wu Ra is the nephew of the governor of Shaanxi, and his father is a high official in the imperial court. Now Wu Ra is staring at us. If something happens to this idiot Unexpectedly, the one surnamed Wu just took advantage of the problem and took down all of our troupe."

His face full of gullies trembled, and Old Man Xing finally shook his head helplessly, waved his hand and said, "Okay, it's not a bad meal, tell Han Juan'er to prepare a meal for one more person." After finishing speaking , Old Man Xing walked back dully with his hands behind his back.

Looking at Song Qingshu who was huddled in the corner, his eyes clearly showed a fierce killing intent, Liu Dazhuzi also snorted coldly, and with his hands behind his back, he went to urge those brothers to practice.

Finally, with a sigh of resignation, Xing Hongniang lost her mind to practice, and turned her head to the kitchen to help.

Song Qingshu still huddled in a corner nervously, and after an unknown amount of time, bursts of scent suddenly wafted out from the smoking little house, causing his nostrils to flicker, his stomach growling, and he looked over subconsciously , but just in time, Hongniang Xing also came out with a bowl of vegetables, rolled her vicious Xinghe eyes, and was so scared that Song Qingshu shrank back sadly.

Sighing in disappointment again, Xing Hongniang yelled angrily while tilting the basin.

"Everyone, eat!"

(End of this chapter)