"It's a long road for me to travel, with courage and enthusiasm..."
"Ouch! Ouch!"
"Looking for myself and true love, the place where I stop is my hometown..."
"Ouch! Ouch!"
Chen Sheng sang with Lao Ma in a hoarse voice, very cheerfully.
He knew that the pawn shop owner and the bald blacksmith would most likely be used as scapegoats and have their heads chopped off.
But so what, that’s how the world is.
If you cheated on me, don’t blame me for plotting against you.
He had already planned to kill someone with a borrowed knife.
The owner of the pawn shop also ran a loan sharking business. He returned home nine times out of ten. The high interest rates forced people to sell their land, houses, children and daughters, and then used pawns to lower prices and make a lot of money.
The bald blacksmith usually makes short work of iron and makes up for his skill with the Yu. When drinking in a wine shop, he once confided that he had fallen into trouble, killed people, and drunkenly manipulated people's hearts.
Chen Sheng framed these two people without any psychological pressure.
"I... can be considered as eliminating harm for the people."
Chen Sheng picked up the wine gourd, took a sip of water to moisten his throat, and prepared to sing a song again to see if he could attract the wolf and get some meat for himself. The hard cooking cakes were really not tasty.
"Thrown into the raging fire of fate..."
"Uuuuuuuuuah, my son, how can you get in front of your father first, my son!"
Chen Sheng stopped singing, grabbed the paper money falling from the sky, and looked happy.
Dinner is ready.
He quickly took off the erhu from the old horse's back and rushed in search of the cry.
Paper money opens the way to bribe little devils, and banners are used at funerals to lure the soul back.
Only wealthy people are so particular.
Ordinarily, when people want to die, they just wrap it up in a straw mat and bury it in a mass grave. They don't have the spare money to make a sense of ceremony.
The white-haired old man was holding the coffin and crying hard.
I think he has thousands of acres of fertile land, several mansions, and a group of wives and concubines. He is already a winner in life. The only drawback is that he is not happy. When he is old, he has a son. He is afraid of breaking it when he holds it in his hand, and he is afraid of melting when he holds it in his mouth. , for fear of something going wrong.
But there are unpredictable events in the sky, and people have joys and sorrows.
Perhaps Qian Kai doted on his son too much, which caused his son to be dissolute. He was already an expert in flowers at a young age. He had already emptied his body. In order to enjoy himself, he took strong medicine and died on a woman's belly.
If this method of death were to spread, it would definitely make people laugh, so they announced that he died of cold.
Qian Kai patted the coffin, feeling sad and resentful.
You little brat, you play songs every night, but you fail to leave a lasting legacy for the Qian family. I am already over sixty years old, have no ambition, and have no heirs!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh...
At this moment, the sad sound of Erhu came with the cold wind of winter.
The atmosphere was heightened to this point, and Qian Kai couldn't help but cover his face and cry bitterly.
"My son, how can you bear to let your father send you a black-haired man for nothing? Uh-huh..."
"Master, please express my condolences and accept this change. Your health is the most important thing. This family cannot live without you."
The seventh concubine took the opportunity to step forward and support Qian Kai, and wiped his eyes with a handkerchief soaked in pepper water, leaving two lines of tears called "crocodile" tears in an instant.
The other concubines gritted their teeth.
The master's first wife is dead, and everyone is thinking about ascending to the throne and inheriting the family property. Unexpectedly, No. 7 takes over first.
"roll!"
Qian Kai pushed the concubine away and said angrily: "It's the one who plays the little tune, please stand up for me!"
Chen Sheng:......
I originally wanted to show off my superb erhu skills by stuttering, but now it seems like I messed up.
No, there's nothing wrong with it. My performance of Erquan Yingyue indeed made people cry!
"Master, it's him, he plays the erhu tune!"
The servant pointed at Chen Sheng, who was still wondering whether to screw up or not.
"You musician, who told you to play random music!"
Qian Kai asked: "Are you laughing at my son's untimely death?"
"Ah, that's not what I meant. How about I take a leisurely walk?"
Chen Sheng scratched his head and said.
If he doesn't like it after walking away casually, he still has his mother, who is the only one in the world who is good, and there is always something that suits everyone's taste.
After following the old man around for nearly ten years and helping people with funerals no less than a thousand times, Chen Sheng dared to pat his chest and guarantee that he was a professional!
"roll roll roll!"
Qian Kai roared.
Is it cool to die on a woman's belly after walking away in style?
Well, it seems I can’t get this table.
Chen Sheng had no choice but to lead the old horse away.
It was getting late, and he smelled the smoke and came to a village.
"Is there anyone there? I'm a street performer. It's getting late. I want to stay overnight. Is it convenient for me to stay at my host's house?"
Chen Sheng knocked on the door.
He could hear firewood burning inside and breathing, which was obviously someone's.
But the greetings that should be given still have to be said.
The peasant woman stuffed the firewood into the stove, stood up and looked at Chen Sheng through the door. When she saw that it was a blind boy, she opened the door.
"Tie the mule to the post in front of the door and go inside to warm yourself up."
"Thank you sister."
Chen Sheng nodded his thanks, tied the old horse to the pillar, groped his way into the house, and then closed the door.
"You kid is quite sweet-mouthed. I'm already a mother-in-law."
The peasant woman shook her head and smiled bitterly, and then asked: "It's winter in the twelfth lunar month, why do you have to run around alone? Where are the adults in your family?"
"Everyone in the family is dead."
Chen Sheng pointed to the scar on his eyebrow and grinned.
The peasant woman was stunned, and she probably imagined a plot in her mind, and sighed: "Oh, this world..."
"Mom, has dinner been cooked? Niuniu is hungry~"
A little girl with braided hair walked out of the back room separated by a curtain, with a runny nose and said pitifully.
"It's cooked, it's cooked."
The peasant woman looked at her daughter, not knowing what she was thinking of, her nose was sore, and she almost shed tears. It was only because of Chen Sheng's presence that she held back her tears and went to the stove to serve rice.
Not long after, an old and cracked bowl was placed in front of Chen Sheng.
"This is all we have to eat at home, so please forgive me."
The peasant woman said ashamedly.
Niu Niu looked at the rice in her bowl and almost cried. Why is it even thinner than yesterday?
"Sister is joking. For me, having a hot meal is quite good."
Chen Sheng smiled.
As soon as the peasant woman opened the lid of the pot, he knew what was cooking inside.
It is the wild vegetable porridge that ordinary people often eat.
It’s hard to see fresh vegetables in winter, they are all pickled vegetables.
Just this kind of pickles is not affordable for ordinary families. The sauce and salt used in the pickles cost money.
Therefore, poor people would go into the mountains to pick wild vegetables in the summer, squeeze them with heavy objects to squeeze out the water, and then dry them in the sun. When winter comes, they can be mixed with rice and cooked together to save some food.
It's just that the taste of wild vegetables is... somewhat bitter.
The smell of the bowl of wild vegetable porridge in Chen Sheng's hand was full of bitterness, indicating that the family had little leftover food, or even ran out of food.
