Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 8 Opposite the stage

"Mr. Zhao, congratulations!"

"Hehe, I'm happy with you, please hurry up, Mr. Liu."

Going to the door to greet the guests in person, Mr. Zhao, who was dressed in a green brocade suit, looked particularly energetic, and kept making bows with a smile on his face. Old Zhao was a man who was eager for public service and righteousness. He was very popular among the neighbors for several miles around him. Chinese people Passing on the family line is a major event, his son got married, neighbors and business partners in the neighborhood all came to congratulate him with gifts, and the entrance of the Zhao Family Restaurant was particularly lively.

This era is not as blatantly clichéd as giving money with gifts in modern times. Guests give gifts from their hearts. The shoes and pastries they accept, and they don’t accept a single gift, the smile on Old Zhao’s face is extra.

At this time, the bridegroom's wedding sedan chair team also came back, and the refreshed groom official Zhao Budong dismounted from the horse to meet his father, and then supported Zhao Yuanwai with a smile from ear to ear. In a red embroidered dress and a bright red hijab, the beaming Miss Li got off the sedan chair and stepped over the brazier amidst the roar of firecrackers. Immediately, hundreds of guests cheered with joy.

In the corner, no one noticed, Hongniang Xing leaned against the corner, watching obsessively.

That woman doesn't want to see herself getting married with a beautiful Fengguanxiapei?Now, she is hopeless.

It's not that everyone didn't notice, at least Song Qingshu, who was always watching her secretly, noticed it.

A man always has a sense of contempt, even though he still doesn't know what this girl's name is, she was almost beaten to death by his viciousness, and signed the contract of sale in a daze, but looking at her lonely appearance, Song Qingshu Always feeling uncomfortable, he hesitated for a while, mustering up his courage, Song Qingshu can be regarded as showing the courage that he didn't show when he wanted to confess his love to his first love back then, and walked forward slowly.

"Then, that, that big red wedding sedan chair, Fengguanxiapei, I will, in the future, in the future, I will do it for you, do it, do it..."

Stumbling, Song Qingshu couldn't hear what he said clearly, but he still looked at Hongniang Xing's delicate cheeks with enthusiasm and expectation. Unfortunately, Xing's face was slightly flushed because his reverie was disturbed. The matchmaker pinched her slender waist unceremoniously and aggressively, and sneered disdainfully.

"Stupid fool, what are you talking about? With your virtue, you will never care about such a sedan chair for the rest of your life. It's almost as good as carrying a sedan chair for others."

"Okay, okay, stop talking nonsense, hurry up and go to work, filling your big belly is the real thing!"

After finishing speaking, Hongniang Xing hastily turned around and went back.Passing by her, Song Qingshu's face was stunned at first, and then a special humiliation emerged again. For the first time, the flames were burning in the two eyes, biting his lip, Song Qingshu pinched his fingernails into the flesh.

But he didn't notice that Hongniang Xing, who passed by and left in a hurry, unconsciously had a blush of joy solidified on her cheeks.

Even though he knows it's impossible, this idiot is still cute!

Just when Song Qingshu was foolishly swearing at the side and swore that he would stand out in the future and give this poor little girl a good look, suddenly there was a sharp pain in Chrysanthemum, and he almost spit out the white rice porridge he ate in the morning. Rubbing his buttocks, Song Qingshu squatted down sadly.

Full of depression and impatience, the little radish, who is less than 1.4 meters tall, resentfully stuffed the drum hammer and gong that had just exploded with a thousand-year-old trick into his arms, and ordered with a blank face: "I will let you If you strike the gong, you can strike, if you are told to yell, then you can yell, don’t make any trouble!”

What are you doing?Is it necessary to be so obscene?Covering his buttocks, Song Qingshu's painful lips trembled. Before he could express his protest, the little radish was already dragging his collar, and he stretched out his hand and pulled it forward.

Dangdangdangdang~ The loud and clear sound of the gong also rang outside the restaurant door. At first Song Qingshu tried his best to knock on the drums, but the dwarf actually knocked on the drum blindly. No matter how loud or loud he knocked, Song Qingshu's artistic bacteria Even more depressed.

But I also admire the low appreciation ability of people in this era. Amidst the chaotic voices, a large group of congratulatory idlers who watched the excitement outside surrounded them one after another.

"Today, I'm in the Xing family's class. Taking advantage of Zhao Yuan's family's great joy, I will show you a little bit of my skills. I hope you will support me a lot! Now, I, Shangqiu Liu Dazhuzi, will make a fool of everyone!"

Attracting people's attention, the first person to go on stage was the tall and slender senior brother Liu Dazhuzi. As soon as he came out, he caught a big Hebei spear in his hand, and the trembling spear head quickly flew into the air. Several brilliant guns exploded, and the rippling red guns forced the nearby audience to take a few steps back.

As expected of a big senior brother, this gun is played vigorously, which is a bit like Yang's gun, and the idlers behind watching it also cheered loudly.

Hearing the applause, Liu Dazhuzi danced with all his strength with a big gun, but seeing the splendor of the gun, when it was about to be majestic, suddenly there was a loud click, and the powerful and heavy gun head flew out. The whistling and whirling gun head scared the audience almost to run away.

Strange to say, the spinning gun head seemed to be under some kind of control. It circled in front of the audience, and then came back. With a puff, it was right and right, and it happened to be right in front of Song Qingshu, who was speaking to the silly Song Qingshu, with an extraordinary air in the buttocks of a small radish.

Puchi, Song Qingshu's face turned pale with fright when he heard the sound of flesh entering. Who knew that the person involved gave him a sly and smug wink, and immediately pretended to be in pain, clutching his buttocks and jumping up .

"Oh my butt! Oh my mother! Oh my God!"

There is a gun head more than half a meter long in the buttocks, stubble on the ground, the little radish lifts its short feet, and jumps around the performance circle like a tigger, funny dwarf appearance, exaggerated expression, looks scary The audience, who were in a cold sweat, couldn't help laughing.

Song Qingshu was even more stunned. He had heard of the Iron Head Kung Fu, and it was the first time he had seen the Iron Butt Kung Fu.

Seeing that the situation was very good, many passers-by were attracted to come and applaud, suddenly there was a crackling sound from the opposite street, and the red firecrackers burst into a thunder. The flow of people all turned around in astonishment.

The closed gate of the three-story wooden building opposite was suddenly opened, and more than a dozen clerks in Tsing Yi rushed out carrying a plaque, and hung the plaque on it in a few steps. The golden signboard written in red sandalwood, Shiji Restaurant!

It was like magic. The one-foot-high table was lifted out in a few strokes, and a red silk tablecloth was hung behind it. Amidst the babbling singing, a dozen or so costumes dressed in ancient costumes were revolving around The same came out of the stage, and offstage, a big fat man wearing a black silk gown, with a shy belly and a black hairy mole on the left side of his face was quite disgusting but looked complacent with his hands behind his back, paced out the door, and glanced at it with disdain. Xing Jiaban, who was performing, muttered.

"Vulgar!"

At the back, Old Man Xing, who was watching the performance of his apprentices, suddenly stood up with a sullen face. In the gatehouse, Zhao Yuanwai, who was still welcoming the guests, also had a gloomy expression of joy...

(End of this chapter)