This prince, it doesn't matter if you don't do it!

Chapter 55

The Cui family's actions were very fast, that is, in less than an hour, the common people in Jingyang knew about such a thing, and they all expressed their indignation.

You don't need to expect the common people to be able to distinguish the truth from the falsehood, and don't expect them to go to the source. Since someone says so, then they believe it.

However, the Cui family's move made Yang Lin's family suffer enough!

You are a bunch of rough guys, who the hell will listen to your reasoning?
Of course, there is also the reason why Yang Lin and the others deliberately blocked the news. They were also worried that the Cui family would make preparations in advance after receiving the wind.

However, this also made them hold back their anger, and their anger towards the Cui family had reached the extreme.

As for the shops in Chang'an City, Yang Lin and others handed them over to the family to take care of them. It's not that they don't care about the business in Chang'an City, but they want to see with their own eyes what the Cui family will look like when the time comes.

If the pleasure of revenge can't be seen with your own eyes, no matter how good it sounds, it's not so interesting.

Li Chengqian didn't care about all of this.

No matter how indignant the people of Jingyang were, the fire would never catch him, unless he really left Jingyang swaggeringly with food at this time.

But will he do it?
Obviously not.

In the past two days, apart from watching Zhang Erniu and the others build the carriage, the rest of the time he was wandering around with the little maid.

Today's little girl is a little more lively than when she first started, but it is also limited. It only shows that when she goes to the street, she no longer carefully holds Li Chengqian's clothes.

Of course, she will not leave Li Chengqian's side either.

"Brother, what is that?" The little guy suddenly became curious when he saw a group of people fiddled with something.

Li Chengqian looked in the direction the little guy pointed, my good guy, it's actually a shadow play?Could it be that there were shadow puppet shows in the Tang Dynasty?
However, these people obviously didn't intend to perform any shadow puppet show in Jingyang. Looking at them like this, they should be packing their clothes, and nine out of ten they are heading to Chang'an.

"If you want to see it, go and see it." Li Chengqian touched the little guy's head, shook his head and smiled wryly.

Hearing Li Chengqian's words, Chang Le hurriedly stretched out his gloved hand to pull Li Chengqian and walked over there.

She dare not go alone.

In desperation, Li Chengqian had no choice but to walk over with the little guy.

Beside them, Liu San and others also followed.

As long as the two of them go out, there are always people around to protect them.

Even if there are only about twenty of them, they still dare not be careless on this point.

"I'm sorry you two, we are packing our clothes, and we may not be able to perform for you two." Seeing Li Chengqian and the other two approaching, an elderly man stood up.

No need to think too much, just by looking at the gorgeous clothes of these two people, you can tell that this is someone they can't afford to provoke.

Li Chengqian said with a smile: "We are bothering the old man. I see that you are performing shadow puppets in your outfits. My sister has never seen it before. I wonder if we can be more accommodating?"

In the final analysis, he was just wearing Li Chengqian's skin after all, and he was still a very later person in thought.

In his eyes, there is no distinction between high and low occupations, some are just old and weak.

If it is a real prince, does this matter need him to come forward?
"The nobleman also knows about shadow puppetry?" But Li Chengqian's words surprised the old man. He didn't expect that people in this small place also knew their ancestral craft.

"I just know a little bit." Li Chengqian almost blurted out, I have not only heard of it, but also seen it!But the words stopped immediately.

If this is passed back to Chang'an by someone with a heart to let Li Shimin know, it will inevitably leave him with some hidden dangers.

The rhetoric of knowing a thing or two is just right.

"You old man is so talkative, since my son wants to see it, why don't you hurry up and come up with something?"

Seeing the old man whimpering, Liu San who was at the side immediately yelled.

In his opinion, Li Chengqian behaved politely, it was because his son had self-restraint, and the man was a rough guy, what kind of self-cultivation should he pay attention to?
When Liu San yelled, the group of people stopped immediately and looked at the old man, not knowing what to do.

These people have low status, how can they afford to provoke such a noble young master.

"Don't listen to him, he's just a rough guy, don't mind the old man." Li Chengqian also upheld the habit of loving the young and the old, and said, "The old man just let them perform. Don't worry, you won't let a few perform for nothing."

Hearing what Li Chengqian said, the old man bowed immediately.

It doesn't matter where you are if you have money to make, and the people who come out to perform in this winter are just to make a living?
"I don't know whether to go to the mansion, or here?" the old man asked.

Li Chengqian glanced at Chang Le, Chang Le shook her head, she didn't want to go back, she finally came out, if she went back, wouldn't it be for nothing?

For Changle, being at home is like being in the palace, it is still a bit restrained, only outside here can she feel a trace of free air.

Seeing her like this, Li Chengqian said: "That's it. Is there a charcoal stove? I'll prepare one for my sister. It's very cold in this cold day after sitting for a long time."

"Yes, yes." The old man hurriedly found out the charcoal stove, and his heart was also in a state of agitation. These days, charcoal is not cheap, and they are reluctant to use it on weekdays.

Seeing the old man go to prepare the charcoal stove, Li Chengqian waved his hand, called Liu San and said, "I will reward you with five hundred copper coins later, remember, don't be too public."

Li Chengqian didn't intend to give too much, too much money is not necessarily a good thing.

Soon, the shadow play began.

Chang Le, who had never seen this thing before, saw it with relish.

And this sonorous sound also attracted many people to stop, especially some children.

They had never seen this before, and they were immediately attracted by those little people who could dance.

But what's interesting is that no matter how they are attracted, each of them would rather stay away, or stand on the left and right to rest and watch, but no one dares to go to the Li Chengqian brothers and sisters to watch.

Obviously there is a better view, wider and even a carbon stove, but there is no one there.

Li Chengqian, who saw this scene, can be considered to have truly seen the so-called class in this era.

"Brother, isn't the person sitting on that bench the gentleman who bought us steamed buns last time?"

In a corner not far from Li Chengqian and the others, several beggars were nesting together, and one of them pointed to Li Chengqian and asked a question.

Hearing this, the leading young man also looked over, nodded and said, "It's that idiot who bought us a lot of steamed buns last time. Tell me, if I ask for it now, will he give it to us again?"

"Let's say goodbye." A little girl said timidly, "There are many guards around that man."

How can life begging for food be easy? Being beaten on weekdays is also a common thing.

The leading little beggar gritted his teeth and said, "It doesn't matter, I didn't find anything to eat last night, and my brothers and sisters are starving to death. If you are beaten, you will be beaten!"

After speaking, the little beggar rushed forward.

The guards who were protecting Li Chengqian saw someone rushing over and were about to make a move when the little beggar immediately knelt down and shouted loudly: "Gentlemen, give me a stutter, give me a stutter!"

As he spoke, the little beggar kept flicking his head in the snow, like a chicken pecking at rice.

(End of this chapter)