Qian Xunzhi is a lyric artist, who wanders all day long with his righteous son on the large and small wharves in Wu Land, and the old and the young have depended on each other for many years. Qian Dingzhang has been smart and sensible since he was a child, and every time his father plays and sings on stage in a bookstore, he moves a small bench under the stage to listen quietly, and learns Qian Xunzhi's best books to the next level. Qian Xun saw it and understood that this was the grandfather's reward, so he simply accepted him as an apprentice and taught him carefully for many years.

Usually after teaching for a year, you can become a teacher, have a tea ceremony in Guangyu Society, and get the qualification to perform independently by visiting the old people in the industry, and you can leave the master to go to the major docks.

Qian Xunzhi loves this righteous son very much, he is old in the rivers and lakes, and he has been wandering for many years and knows the pain of opening a dock for newcomers. So I have always taken him with me, originally he was on stage alone to star in a single file, but now he simply spelled the father and son file, Lao Qian played the three strings as a starting file, and Xiao Qian played the pipa in his hands.

For Jianghu artists, a single file is more cost-effective than a double file, because after the bookstore and teahouse receive the audience's tickets, the artist will split the account and split the account with the artist, whether you are one person or two people, the remuneration is this. The Qian father and son are exquisite and beautiful, and everywhere they go are full, and there are even those who buy tickets to enter and stand to listen, and the bookstore of 200 people can usually squeeze in 300 people, and the bookstore owner is happy to keep his mouth shut, and the remuneration for them is higher than that of ordinary artists. In this way, the income of this father-son file is not much worse than that of an ordinary single file. If you are called to your home by a rich family to sing in the church, then you will earn even more. The days of wandering the rivers and lakes are hard, but as long as there are performances, there is no shortage of food and clothing, and there is a slight surplus, which can also be called well-off in this era.

The father and son have been running the dock for a long time, and they don't look very important to the Spring Festival. Simply to Shengze for the New Year, the calculation is that the New Year agricultural leisure customers are strong, Shengze this kind of big town bookstore is as usual just a few days off around the Chinese New Year's Eve, the fifth day of the new year will open normally, the New Year is the most nervous moment for artists, the owner of the bookstore in order to retain the lyrics of the artist is often willing to not only break the account, but also pay an extra deposit when making an appointment, and give a little more souvenir after the performance.

In the middle of winter, the two of them bought a lot of performance outfits, and during this time, their bags gradually depleted, so they did not go to the hotel, and temporarily lived in the side room of the Silkworm Niang Temple.

Shengze is rich in silk since ancient times, known as "the sunrise ten thousand horses, clothes are the world", the local squire relied on this to make a fortune, once people have money, they have to find a faith for themselves as spiritual sustenance, silkworm merchants feel that the original land temple in the town is too old, a total of funds were raised to repair this silkworm temple, dedicated to Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor, Shennong, concubine (lei) ancestor, incense at four o'clock a year. The style of this silkworm temple seems to be much higher than the necessary land temple in the countryside, especially how to pronounce the word concubine of the ancestor, and it has become the grasp of Mr. Dongyan to show his knowledge to outsiders.

When the temple was built, it was intentional to build a row of side boxes for the temple to rent out for profit, and use it as daily maintenance materials, so the price is cheaper than the general hotel, and the environment is much better than the cheap chicken feather shop Datongpu. It is a rare guest house for the Qian father and son.

The so-called chicken feather shop is also Qian Dingzhang came to this world to know, in the previous life only heard in the TV movie chicken feather shop manager chicken feather shop short, I saw it with my own eyes to know, this kind of store accommodation environment is very bad than expected: with bricks to build up the Chase shop can sleep more than 10 people side by side, the cushion is straw, when sleeping at night, the shop guy will hang on the bed of a bamboo woven shelf slightly narrower than the Chase shop down and press it on the body of the traveler lying on the Chase shop, the shelf is full of chicken feathers even if it is a quilt. Qian Dingzhang was curious that day, and after taking a look, he was frightened and pulled his father-in-law to turn his head and leave.

Seeing that the oil lamp was about to go out, Qian Dingzhang gently blew out the fire, feeling that the smoke in the room was getting heavier, his throat couldn't help but itch, and he couldn't bear to look at the cheeks of his father-in-law who was sleeping soundly because of many days of hard work. For fear that coughing indoors would disturb his dreams, he endured the discomfort in his throat and gently picked up the teacup on the table, poured the residual tea in the cup into the shaft, and then pushed the door after lubrication, and there was no longer that annoying "squeak" sound. This was a nocturnal thief's method, and he wrote it down when he thought it was fun when he read a book in his previous life, but at this moment he is making the best use of it. After flashing out the door, he gently closed the door again.

The night in the countryside is cold, the air is clear, and the throat is calm when it is stirred by the cold wind. If you want to have nothing to do, you might as well walk around.

At that moment, with his hands behind his back, he walked to the backyard of the Silkworm Niang Temple by the clear light of the first quarter moon. Said to be the backyard, in fact, is a large open space behind the palace, when building the temple for the sake of beauty, planted a lot of pine, cypress, plum and bamboo, the surrounding is surrounded by thin bamboo branches woven into a fence, over time it has become a famous scenery in the local area, just like the park of later generations.

The years are getting longer, the bamboo fence is slowly decaying, the local peace has been peaceful for a long time, the people are kind, occasionally there are small thieves who do not dare to steal in the temple, the prestige of the ghosts and gods in the countryside is still great, if there are trivial things between the villagers and the government can not decide, they will go to the temple as usual to worship and send a spell to ask Yin Si to make a decision. Therefore, there are three or four feet in the length of the fence for people to enter and exit. The three friends of the cold in the backyard are also becoming more and more vigorous, from a few sparse branches when they were first planted, into towering trees, or bamboo and plum bushes. "It's a good place to hide and seek," Qian Dingzhang couldn't help but say in his heart.

A gust of wind brought the distant drums, it was already two watches, Qian Dingzhang planned to go back to the room to rest, tomorrow is the fifth day of the new year, Wu Di custom to set off firecrackers early in the morning to receive the God of Wealth. At the same time, some restaurants and teahouses have also begun to resume business, and their father and son are also going to start performing to earn money, go to bed early to nourish their spirits, and strive to become a hit tomorrow.

"Hey, I'm here" Suddenly a very soft voice sounded in his ears, Qian Dingzhang was startled, how could someone who was not familiar with this place of life say hello in the middle of the night? Isn't it a ghost?

At the moment, I couldn't hold back my surprise and froze my pace, but I heard another hoarse throat say, "I've kept you waiting"

It turned out that I wasn't looking for myself, but I thought of it and planned to go back to the room. But after thinking about it, on the evening of the fourth day of the first lunar month, the Spring Festival, and the outdoor temperature was low, what were these two people doing in this desolate backyard without being at home? If it's a normal negotiation event, why not go to the restaurant teahouse, although the restaurant that still insists on opening during the Spring Festival tastes and serves averagely, but at least it's not warm.

Thinking of this, the young man's curiosity suddenly rose, and he found that his position was very ingenious, just in a "concave" shaped gap surrounded by several plum trees and several canopies and green bamboos, the gap was facing the back wall of the temple, standing here in the dark at night, others could not see themselves through the trees. So I slowly pasted an old plum pile, so that it was even more difficult to be found.

"How's things going?" The hoarse voice asked, and there was respect in his tone

"Well, it's almost, tomorrow afternoon at half past four, I will wait in front of the Silkworm Niang Temple, you come slowly, and then you can follow me, I inquired clearly, tomorrow on the fifth day of the new year, Lao Wu, who was on duty in the drawing room as planned, is going to go to the powder makeup room to meet him, I let the brothers under him keep an eye on it, if it comes out, someone will report immediately"

"Is that him?" Qian Dingzhang's heart flashed This hoarse voice is too easy to distinguish, his father and son came to Shengze to run the dock on the head of Layue, according to the rules, they first had to visit the local squire, county directors and the owners of major tea gardens and bookstores. In the largest teahouse, Feiyun Pavilion, invite the local squires to eat a bowl of eight-treasure tea, try to talk about the book first, and only when they nod their heads, can they start performing here. If for some reason they are not satisfied, as long as one person says "it doesn't work", you have to roll up and walk, because after that, there is no teahouse bookstore in the town that will let you open a book. Although storytelling is nominally classified as a lowly profession, the storyteller has the dignity of his own profession: storytelling must be on a high platform in a serious house. If you don't meet these two points, no matter how much money you give, you can't perform art.

This hoarse throat is one of the people present that day, saying that it is Xu Fengrong, the second son of Xu Huaijing, a large landowner in this county, and the reason why he is impressed is because when he was introduced, the boss of Feiyun Pavilion trembled and flattered his words, "The Xu family has always been the head of Shengze, and Mr. Xu is the first director of the Shengze Town Police Department after the Xinhai Revolution, and he did not take the initiative to let Xian until a few years ago." Now because of his advanced age, he rarely goes out, and the eldest son is busy with official business in the county party department, and he has just returned from Japan, and you can invite him to have a light on your face."

Then another voice was also recognized by him, isn't it the temple blessing of the Silkworm Niang Temple, and he has a lot of dealings with himself every day. The strange thing is that according to the social status of the two, it should be Miaozhu complimenting the second son, why is Xu Fengrong now filming Miaozhu's sycophant?

In this era, studying abroad is a big thing, and those who can afford it are either rich or expensive, and those who study in Europe and the United States are called gold-plated, and those who go to Japan in the second class are called silver-plated. As long as you can get a foreign degree, you will suddenly become a superior class.

And the flow of the temple is close to the witch Gu, except for the foolish men and foolish women in the countryside who worship him, don't say that the squire is a poor and sour talent, and he can't look down on him. Qian Dingzhang decided to continue listening.

"Okay, you still have a way, your silkworm temple has no accidents recently," the second son of Xu complimented hoarsely.

"There is a father and son who tell stories in the temple, and a serious illness has cost both of them half their lives, and they are not a problem"

"After this mission, Xu is counting on you to carry it" The hoarse voice of the second son of Xu revealed a strange and naked flattery.

"It depends on how well it is done this time? The Japanese Empire has never been stingy in rewarding those who are loyal, not to mention that friendship between Japan and Japan is a great cause for the ages."

The Great Japanese Empire? Japanese!! This obscene-looking temple is actually Japanese?! Qian Dingzhang was so shocked that he almost screamed, but he had expected that he would accidentally alarm the two of them, so he bit one sleeve to death.

"Then Kawamoto-kun, I'll leave here, see you tomorrow" Xu Fengrong finished speaking, and left in a hurry.

"Baga, you can only call me Miaozhu or Miaozi here"

"Yes, yes, a small oversight, let's take my leave"