This actor wants to pay more

Chapter 1 Dreaming of Returning to Peiping
In the dark and damp basement, in the corner of Datong shop, Ding Xiu opened his eyes.

One day and one night, he finally digested the memory of this body for twenty years.

More than three hundred years ago, his name was Ding Xiu, and he learned from Ding Baiying, the descendant of the Qi family sword. After the death of his younger brother Jin Yichuan, he and Shen Lian intercepted Zhao Jingzhong at the border of Daming.

After a life-and-death fight, he eliminated a group of elite Tartar cavalry, and then came to this world.

This is Beiping in [-], and now he is also called Ding Xiu, and he is an extra.

Two days ago when filming a scene of launching into the water, he contracted a cold and was sick in bed all the time. He came here in a daze until the two memories merged into one. It was unclear whether it was Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly or a butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Zhou.

According to memory, Ding Xiu reached out his hand to touch the top of his head, found a twine, pulled it down, and with a click, the dim yellow light bulb illuminated the basement of ten square meters.

He sees clearly the environment in which he lives.

The Datong shop was built with a few plywood boards and a few benches, and there are three seats in total, because there are two quilts next to it.

This is for two other roommates.

Rent at the foot of the imperial city is expensive, and this dilapidated basement costs [-] yuan a month, which is difficult for him to pay alone as a wage earner.

Group performers work for [-] yuan a day, and when they are unlucky, they can’t live for half a month. In the off-season, they can’t afford food, let alone pay rent.

Fortunately, the three people share forty yuan per person, which is not too high.

Lying in bed all day and night, unable to hold back his body, Ding Xiu wanted to go to the bathroom.

The nearest toilet is [-] meters away from the ground, and it takes ten minutes to go back and forth.

In case of an emergency, if you run slower, you will have to walk around before you reach the destination.

Open the door with clothes on, and an upward staircase is three to four meters long. It gets shorter and shorter, and the top is flush with the ground. When it rains, the rain will pour in, causing the situation of flooding the entire army. This has happened many times. up.

When they came to the ground, Ding Xiu was stabbed by the afternoon sun and had to cover his forehead with his hands.

Even though the scene in front of me has been seen countless times in memory, it is still shocking to see it with my own eyes.

Sanitation workers are cleaning the concrete streets, cars come and go, adults on the side of the road lead children, children carry schoolbags, watermelon sellers, steamed stuffed buns buyers, and fruit sellers are constantly hawking.

In the voices of these people, he heard the expectation for the future, and in the eyes of these people, he saw the light.

This is a vibrant and flourishing age!

Not far away, a young man walked towards him.

He is short in stature, with a crew cut, and he shows his big white teeth when he smiles, very simple and honest.

This is his shared roommate named Wang Baoqiang.

"You're awake, I brought you a steamed bun."

After taking Wang Baoqiang's steamed buns, Ding Xiu thanked them and started to eat them without disgust.

In my memory, I have known each other for a month. This little brother eats steamed buns every day, drinks tap water when he is thirsty, and brings old and ill-fitting clothes from home.

After eating steamed buns, Ding Xiu walked to the public toilet.

Looking at Ding Xiu's back, Wang Baoqiang felt that he was a little strange today, but he couldn't say exactly what was strange.

After all, we haven't known each other for a long time, and we don't usually spend much time working together.

If it weren't for the fear that the rent would rise after Ding Xiu's death, he wouldn't even bring steamed buns.

……

When Ding Xiu came back from the toilet, Wang Baoqiang turned the bed into a mess, and the bed board was almost torn off.

"What are you doing?"

"My money is gone." Wang Baoqiang was very anxious: "The family just sent [-] yuan yesterday."

Ding Xiu frowned: "Will it be thrown outside?"

Migrant workers like them seldom let money go, let alone a dormitory full of people.

For safety, some people sew pockets in their underwear.

Holding a pair of Jiefang shoes, Wang Baoqiang said excitedly: "Today's play is going to be launched into the water, and it's not convenient for me to bring money. I put it in my shoes when I left in the morning. Why did it disappear?"

Thinking of something, the way he looked at Ding Xiu was no longer right.

No one is idle looking through a pair of worn out shoes, or the one here and there under the bed.

There are three people in the dormitory, two of them are working today, and only Ding Xiu stays in the room all day.

If not him, who else?

The young man couldn't hide anything on his face, Ding Xiu could tell what he was thinking just by looking at his expression.

"So what if I took it?"

Unexpectedly, the society would become so gloomy, and Wang Baoqiang's world view was about to collapse. Fortunately, he gave Ding Xiu a steamed bun.

"Give me back my money."

Ding Xiu shrugged, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, recalling: "After the flowers are over, I went to Dream Paris, let alone, the girl is very moist."

Wang Baoqiang gritted his teeth, his eyes were red. The four hundred yuan was made up by his family. It was his living expenses for the next six months, and he was usually reluctant to spend it.

This bastard is fine, I've used it all up, I haven't even been to Meng Paris yet.

Holding onto Ding Xiu's collar, Wang Baoqiang raised his hand to punch him.

Facing this punch, Ding Xiu unhurriedly turned his head to dodge, clasped Wang Baoqiang's wrist with his right hand and twisted lightly.

At the same time, a low sweep kicked out.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Baoqiang landed on one knee, his left hand was clasped behind his back and he couldn't move.

Even when he was beaten to death, he didn't expect that the roommate with a weak appearance would be a practicing family.

Men are not happy to hide their secrets.

To prevent letting go and being bitten, Ding Xiu pushed Wang Baoqiang forward, took two steps back, and said, "I heard that you have practiced in Shaolin for six years, but I didn't expect it to be at this level. It's boring."

In his time, there was a saying in the Jianghu that the martial arts in the world come from Shaolin.

Wang Baoqiang was the first person he had ever seen to practice martial arts, and he came from Shaolin, so he thought of sparring when his hands were itchy, but it turned out to be a show.

Wang Baoqiang: "What the hell..."

At that time, Li Nianjie's Shaolin Temple was popular all over the country, and there was a trend of martial arts all over the country. Many people went to Shaolin to learn martial arts from masters, and he was one of them.

But what I learn in it is all martial arts routines, more for physical fitness and performances.

Although it is not practical, years of exercise has made him stronger than ordinary people, and it is not difficult to beat a person of the same age.

Unexpectedly, Ding Xiu knocked him down with one move.

He took off his coat and hung it on a nail on the wall. Ding Xiu was about to go back to sleep, and before going to sleep, he yawned and said, "I didn't take your money. Zhou Xueshan came back at noon."

Zhou Xueshan is another roommate.

Unlike the two, he graduated from high school. According to him, he came here to experience life during the summer vacation, and he will report for work when the university starts.

Being an extra in Bei Piao is a hobby. If he is lucky, he will be chosen by the director as a big star and become a household name, just like Li Nianjie.

In front of the two of them, he has a strong sense of superiority. The only book in the dormitory is his self-cultivation as an actor.

"Did you see it?" Wang Baoqiang asked.

Ding Xiu is a master, so he shouldn't bother to tell lies. Zhou Xueshan is a college student, so he shouldn't steal his money.

For a moment, he didn't know whether to believe Ding Xiu's words or not.

In the empty basement, the only answer to him was grunting.

(End of this chapter)