Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 16

After leaving the gate of the prison in Xi'an Mansion, Song Qingshu felt like he was reborn as a human being, it was really a hell of a journey!

It's a pity that no one came to greet him, but the old man selling melon seeds across the street gave him a disgusted look, and put away his melon seeds stall, making the corners of Song Qingshu's mouth twitch.

I am really wronged!

Before he could say a word of emotion, the temperamental beggar also hugged the little girl with melancholy eyes and left without saying a word. Liu, who had lost a lot of weight, took a huge risk for them and himself. Da Zhuzi couldn't help but spat unhappily.

"Damn, this man can't even say thank you, so he shouldn't be brought out!"

"This chick has a good voice, and if she sells it to a kiln, she'll be worth some money to be trained as a singer." After locking the prison door, the yellow-faced tiger murmured as she walked, and Song Qingshu's back felt chills when he heard it. For this weird father and son, he recited Amitabha again.

"Thank you, sir, for taking care of me! The old man will keep it in mind." Before leaving, Old Man Xing did not forget to make a curtsy bow, and thanked Huang Mianhu. Who knows if he will have contact with this plague god again next time? The poor have no money to bribe, so they can only say a few more good words.

Who knew that the yellow-faced tiger grinned ungainly, and shook his head unhappily: "Come on, I, Zhang Xianzhong, have spent half my life in arresting the police, and I got beaten up twice because of this idiot. , old man, don't miss me!"

Old Man Xing bent down again in embarrassment, but Song Qingshu almost didn't get down. He couldn't help but turned around in shock and took another look at the back of this guy who was muttering about drinking and visiting brothels. Jiu Kong, and the eight kings who dug up the ancestral grave of the Zhu family emperor?
In his previous life, he read Mr. Gu Cheng's "Peasant War in the Late Ming Dynasty" as an elective course, and praised Zhang Xianzhong as a staunch peasant uprising revolutionist. He never thought that he would still be the dog's leg of a dude.

Just when Song Qingshu was in a daze, Xing Hongniang hugged his waist impatiently, and a group of people staggered towards their small courtyard.

The only good governance of the Ming Dynasty was the real realization of low-rent housing. The government contracted the construction of houses in the city and sold them to the residents of the city at a low price. A person like Xing Laoguan with a small courtyard is located in a remote suburb of the city that used to be a cemetery. Once you enter the courtyard , It only cost five taels of silver in total, which is equivalent to about 6000 yuan in later generations.

However, this kind of house does not have the right to sell, and it has to be returned to the government if it can’t live.

Although I only lived here for a day, Song Qingshu really found a feeling of home when he came back. Han Juaner's sweet potato porridge with chili tasted like a delicacy. With a round belly, Song Qingshu staggered back to the small room where he was assigned, threw himself on the bed, and fell into a deep sleep without taking off his clothes.

The nightmarish experience of the past few days in the dream seems to have really become a dream. Song Qingshu dreamed that he had dug up the golden seal of Shuo Wang Li Jie. When he was happy, he turned himself into a full-time job, and finally got a permanent job. Song Qingshu hugged his work card and smirked non-stop. Who knew that when he was happy, he woke up with a smile.

There was a burning pain in his throat. Song Qingshu really hoped that he would lie in the hospital as soon as he opened his eyes, and then a doctor would come and tell him that he was confused. Unfortunately, the dilapidated house in front of him still told him that he was still in the little dilapidated house in the late Ming Dynasty. in the house.

Getting up in a daze to find water, Song Qingshu froze for a moment when he pushed open the yard door, then closed it gently again, carefully lying on the window, peeking into the yard without leaving a trace.

The yard was pitch black, but almost all the dozen or so people in Xing's class were bored in the yard. The moonlight was pretty good tonight, and I could vaguely see pairs of eyes. Old man Xing was still smoking his pipe, that The fireworks are like ghost fires in the night, Hongniang Xing and Juaner Han are leaning on his side one by one, the second fool seems to be recovering now, following Xiaoluobo, Liu Dazhuzi and others around the dining table Beside, no one spoke.

The atmosphere was dull and suffocating.

These unconscionable people are not discussing about driving the young master away, are they?Fortunately, I just saved them!Muttering unwillingly in his heart, Song Qingshu stretched his ears as hard as he could, calmed down, and eavesdropped on the conversation of a group of people.

The deathlike silence lasted for quite a while, and after exhaling the last puff of smoke, Old Man Xing waved his hand in distress: "Tomorrow, everyone will leave!"

Not only did Song Qingshu get excited, but a large group of disciples from the Xing family class who had been dull for a long time also stood up in astonishment, shouting excitedly: "Master!"

"Okay, stop talking!" Throwing the bong aside, Old Man Xing seemed to be a little choked up, and said dully.

"It's the old man, I'm overestimated. Our countrymen still want to gain a foothold in the provincial capital? After buying the clothes, there are many disasters. Now the guy who eats is lost, and his reputation is ruined. No matter how hard he is It's useless to hold on, it's better to let you make a living by yourself, and save the big guys from starving to death."

Old Man Xing's words are depressing, but they are also true. Clown troupes like them, in Marx's words, are the real proletariat. You really have to go hungry.

This time, knives, guns, and other performance props were lost. The ancients were most concerned about auspiciousness. They performed for the wedding of Zhao Yuanwai’s son. Innocent, the reputation of the Xing Family Ban is completely rotten, and the big families in Xi'an and even near the provincial capital will no longer find themselves in the field, which is equivalent to a death sentence for the Xing Family Ban!
Old man Xing came all the way to Xi'an, ambitious to gain a foothold here and make a name for himself, but he died before he could make a comeback. The blow to him can be imagined. You know, looking at the dull apprentices, the choked voice in his throat became a little louder.

"This old man has some friendship with Old Escort Liu of the Jinyang Escort Bureau. Dazhuzi, you and the two idiots have also learned some kung fu from the old man. The world is chaotic, and the Escort Bureau probably takes people in recently. For the old man's letter, go to escort Liu tomorrow!"

"And you, little radish, Mr. Zhang, the steward of Jinyang Restaurant, is short of staff recently. You and Han Juan'er go try it out. Juan'er, it's not as loose as our theater troupe. Don't leave things indiscriminately when cooking. !"

Mr. Xing arranged a way out for his apprentices one by one, but Song Qingshu couldn't help but feel confused. Although he didn't like the Xing family class very much, after all, he had no relatives and no reason in this era, and he couldn't find a sense of belonging. Tomorrow The theater troupe is about to disband again, what should I do?How to seek a hope of living?

It's hard to survive!

Just when Song Qingshu was also at a loss, Xiao Luobo suddenly choked up and asked.

"But, master, what will you and junior sister do!"

"It's okay. The old man has a son-in-law anyway. Although he is a bit stupid, he is still a man. The two men can't starve to death. The big deal is that the old man will take him back to the countryside to inherit a piece of land for planting!"

This old man can still think about himself!Song Qingshu's heart warmed up a little, but Liu Dazhuzi's words made his furious hairs stand on end...

(End of this chapter)