Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 5 Acceptance

Chapter 5 Acceptance
There is a very farmhouse atmosphere. There is a simple long table in the center of the yard. More than a dozen members of the juggling troupe are sitting around the two sides. The oldest troupe leader, Old Man Xing, is sitting in the center. There is a big basin on the table. The small bowl exudes a strong aroma, which makes people salivate.

This morning is still in the modern age, but after eating a bowl of hot and spicy soup and two steamed buns, it was a tragedy. In this era, chasing and fleeing, and going through the marriage formalities, Song Qingshu was already hungry. , but his stomach was growling, and he didn't dare to go to the table. The little aunt who could break the girder with a punch was still staring at him.

An important rule of the Xing family class is to eat together, and the head of the class is required to move the chopsticks first, but today the Xing family class had an unexpected guest. Ya, I have to prepare for Zhao Yuanwai's performance in the afternoon, and everyone is already hungry.

The yellow-faced flying knife man looked at the steaming potatoes in front of him, couldn't help swallowing, and peeked at Old Man Xing to see where he was still waiting. In desperation, he simply stabbed the elder brother Liu Da Pillar.

Seeing the impatience of the seniors, Liu Dazhu hesitated for a moment, then carefully put his face next to Old Man Xing, and whispered.

"Master, why don't we eat first? Juan'er, Little Carrot and the others are all hungry, and they have to go to Yuan Zhao's house tomorrow..."

The chopsticks slapped on the table, and the wrinkled old face turned gloomy. Old Man Xing suddenly yelled annoyed: "Why did you invite an ancestor here? He's so stupid that he doesn't know how to eat!"

"Xiuer!"

Hearing Old Man Xing's displeased voice, Hongniang Xing stood up reluctantly, and walked over slowly and awkwardly. Looking at this scene, Liu Dazhu's square face turned a bit ugly.

There was really no way to get rid of Song Qingshu's burden. Even though Old Man Xing got angry and asked Song Qingshu to eat, he meant to accept him. In this way, he would have no chance.

Clutching his growling stomach, Song Qingshu squatted in the corner thinking about whether to say goodbye. As a time traveler, his head is full of knowledge bacteria brought over from modern times, so he wouldn't starve to death, right?
"Hey, come with me!"

Just when Song Qingshu was fascinated, the impolite voice suddenly came to his ears, and he raised his head tremblingly. Before Song Qingshu stuttered and refused, Xing Hongniang had already grabbed his hand and dragged Song Qingshu to the dining table go.

Although she is a juggler, Xing Hongniang's hands are surprisingly free from rough work. Apart from a few hard calluses, they are still quite white and tender. The smooth touch makes Song Qingshu's heart beat wildly.

China's aesthetic point of view, until the end of the Qing Dynasty, was based on the standard of exquisite figure and exquisite breasts, advocating flat breasts as beauty, but they were not born in those rich families, and there were no so many rules that they did not go out of the door. Their silk foot-binding and bosom-binding treatment, so a pair of silky stuffed cakes have been fully developed.

The loose clothes concealed nothing, but when she entered next to her, the shaking was revealed. This kind of figure that men of later generations dreamed of made Song Qing even more distracted, and was dragged to the dining table in a daze forward.

There was a bang, and Song Qingshu woke up suddenly, but it was a poor-quality blue and white porcelain bowl filled with some sticky white stuff like pimple soup, the rich aroma was emitted from it, and the green leaves were still floating Inside, it looks quite inviting.

I was also very hungry, anyway, a bowl of rice didn't cost much, so the hungry Song Qingshu picked it up and ate it, without noticing the sallow face opposite him, Liu Dazhuzi, Xiaoluo, Zhang Erlianzi and others staring at him with strange expressions .

Although she didn't want to pay attention to Song Qingshu, Xing Hongniang couldn't help but glance over at the girl opposite Song Qingshu who was wearing a homemade skirt, her face was pretty pretty, and she was more bold than Xing Hongniang, and the girl with her bulging clothes still had kitchen ashes on her face , also staring at Song Qingshu expectantly.

After wolfing down two mouthfuls, Song Qingshu's face froze suddenly, and he coughed violently, spewing out pieces of green chili.

Nima, who is so talented?Put Qin pepper in the pimple soup!Still put so much!The veins on his forehead were throbbing, and Song Qingshu wanted to scold his mother when he patted the table!It's a pity that when I raised my head with flaming eyes just now, I saw blue veins protruding like earthworms on the not-so-strong arms of the hot girl cook Han Juan opposite, and her nails were scratched on the wooden table. The anger rose from the chrysanthemum to the spine again, Song Qingshu swallowed the words knowingly, and shrank aside holding the bowl.

Facts have proved that he was right to shrink his head. He obviously suffered a loss in this matter. Without the seriousness and isolation just now, more than a dozen jugglers laughed loudly, rolling their heads backwards and forwards.

Especially the big yellow face that threw the knife, showing a mouthful of the same scorched big teeth and grinning, pointing at Han Juan's wrinkled face and saying out of breath: "Did you see, Juanzi, even Idiots won't eat your foreign stuff, it tastes so strong, only Juanzi, you big-breasted and brainless, would like to grow this stuff, haha... ouch!"

The hand that could catch the eight steel knives couldn't stop the rolling pin that came out of nowhere. After the bang, Da Huang's face turned his white eyes and fainted under the table. Looking at the miserable appearance of this unlucky guy and Han Juan rubbing the rolling pin Hands, a group of people running the rivers and lakes just put back their giggles, so they were still shaking their shoulders.

Even the unsmiling Old Man Xing twitched his face.

Sometimes some innocuous jokes can draw people into a warm relationship. After a meal, Song Qingshu felt that these people seemed to be getting closer to him.

Unfortunately, this is not a good thing.

"Big fool! Come here, move these knives over there!"

"Go hang these clothes in the yard!"

"What about you, you idiot, wipe the gong!"

All kinds of yells kept ringing, just like when a group of jugglers made a round when they just got off the construction site, holding a copper gong on the left and a few steel knives in the right, Song Qing's head was twice as big as he was busy.

Song Qingshu swore that if these bastards hadn't been carrying things in their hands, he would definitely throw the pile of rags hanging on his body on their faces.

Just when Song Qingshu was summoned so much that he wanted to split himself in half, a clear and cold voice suddenly sounded from behind.

With a plop, a large bundle of hemp rope was thrown at Song Qingshu's feet, and while moving his shoulders, Xing Hongniang casually ordered: "Clean up all these! I will perform tomorrow, and you will assist me!"

As soon as he arrived in this world, he was chased and killed by Xing Hongniang for a long time. He was afraid of this red-clothed female ghost Song Qingshu from the bottom of his heart. He shivered, and he just shook the gong in his hand sadly, wanting to say that he couldn't separate body.

As if guessing what Song Qingshu was going to say, before he could open his mouth, Xing Hongniang's bright apricot eyes had already glared fiercely at him.

"You are my man! Whether you want to do it or not is up to you!"

My man!
Although I don't even know the name of this red-clothed female ghost until now, these three words seem to have magical powers. I have been single for more than 20 years, and the unlucky Song Qingshu who has never been in a relationship once felt a sudden surge in his heart. Strangely, almost subconsciously, Song Qingshu dropped the gong and flying knife, and quickly picked up the rope.

(End of this chapter)

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