And the more grassroots passers-by can't get into the hook bar, so they can only play tricks on the empty streets. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info usually called this form "jungler", and later called "abandoning the ground" and "rain to disperse".

Meaning, it's very popular, that is, he sang and practiced on the empty field, and when the heavy rain came, the audience dispersed after a while, and no one listened to his "vernacular" and "dance" there.

And no matter where Vasher is, there will always be two of the most prosperous programs in it, talk and drama.

To speak is to tell a story, which is equivalent to the storytelling of later generations. With the increase in the number of speakers and the gradual expansion of the subject matter of speech, in order to facilitate the narration and teaching, a book with written records was produced. It is intended for the speaker, so it is called a "script". In order to be close to the audience, the usual words describe the life of the people and keep zero distance from the people, that is, to tell the stories of the people themselves.

Meng Jiucheng listened to "Jade Guanyin" in the Goulan, and knew that this story existed in the Song Dynasty, and it was not the intellectual property of Feng Menglong of the Ming Dynasty, but just one of the stories of the Song Dynasty included in "Three Words and Two Beats". Thinking about it this way, it seems that there is some basis for traveling through the Song Dynasty, not the world of novels.

After retiring the marriage contract and paying back the bride price, Meng Jiucheng is now a single person, and he doesn't have to worry about eating and drinking in a short time, but he is at ease and has nothing to do.

And after the crossing, the confusion retreats slightly, and it is not good to appreciate the ancient customs, isn't it in vain?

"Brother He, let's go to the play, shall we?" Zhang Xiaoyi was fortunate to be recruited by Meng Jiucheng as a tour guide in the Southern Song Dynasty, and he was very responsible.

Meng Jiucheng yawned and said with a smile: "You go, I'm sleepy, go home and rest." As he spoke, he stuffed twenty coins into Zhang Xiaoyi's hand.

"Thank you, Brother He, then, I'll go in." Zhang Xiaoyi pointed to the small door for people to enter, and grinned.

"Go, go!" Meng Jiucheng waved his hand and turned away.

At that time, it was already the beginning of the lanterns, there was no curfew in the Song Dynasty, shops closed late, and some public welfare lamps and candles to provide lighting for the public appeared. Although the night lighting in Baoxing is not as good as that of big cities such as Lin'an, it is not pitch black, and the brightness is okay.

After walking a short distance out of the washer, Meng Jiucheng saw the father and son who were "abandoning the ground", and they were packing up their things by taking advantage of the lanterns hanging outside in a teahouse on the street.

When they came to Vashe, Meng Jiucheng and Zhang Xiaoyi stopped and looked at it a few times, but the man seemed to be sick and weak when practicing martial arts; The son was still young, twelve or thirteen years old, and could only do somersaults. Such a combination performance was naturally not popular, Zhang Xiaoyi was impatient first, and pulled Meng Jiucheng away.

"Daddy, I didn't make any money out of the store today." The child strapped the guns and sticks together, and said listlessly.

After a helpless sigh, the man paused for a long time before he spoke: "When my father's illness is cured and the gun is exquisite, I will be able to make more money." ”

The child snorted, and said with some contempt: "In the market, how can there be people who know our Wang family's marksmanship, and they are all people with eyes and no beads." ”

Meng Jiucheng listened to the conversation between father and son, and couldn't help but slow down, thinking about it carefully, but he couldn't think of any gun surnamed Wang in history that was powerful, only the Yang family gun, the Yue family gun, the Gao family gun, the Luo family gun and so on. Moreover, whether it is really famous in history or a fabrication of storytelling, he is stupid and unclear.

The man suddenly became cold, his face was pale, his whole body trembled, his teeth chattered, and he squatted down and shrunk into a ball.

"Dad, you're sick again, what can I do?" The little boy hurriedly helped his father and said with a crying voice: "Let's be some more things, go get medicine, shall we?" ”

The man's teeth chattered, and he reluctantly shook his head and said, "No, it doesn't help, that medicine is useless." ”

Meng Jiucheng stopped, looked at the lonely father and son, thought about it, and asked tentatively: "Wu Na man, but are you swinging?" ”

The man was so cold that he shivered, looking at Meng Jiucheng, his lips moved, but he couldn't speak.

"My dad is a swinger." The boy looked at Meng Jiucheng with tearful eyes, and when he saw that Meng Jiucheng was wearing broad clothes and a scarf and hat on his head, he hesitated and asked, "You, do you have a cure?" ”

Malaria, the cure is the Nobel Prize, can you still know? But Meng Jiucheng's words were not too dead, and said: "There is a prescription, whether it can be cured or not, but I dare not say it." Well, listening to your accent, you don't look like a local! ”

"Back to this official, the war in the north, the boy and his father fled here." The boy looked at Meng Jiucheng expectantly, his lips moved twice, and said, "If you can cure my father's illness, we will definitely repay you for your great kindness." ”

War in the North?! Meng Jiucheng frowned slightly, could it be that this kind of dream of living in a field, making a fortune, and marrying Bai Fumei is about to be shattered?

Seeing Meng Jiucheng's hesitation, the boy hurriedly added: "If you are willing to help, the kid is willing to sell himself into slavery, and he will not be able to repay him in this life, and he will pay back in the next life." ”

In this life, in the next! You might as well say that you won't let me go if you're a ghost! Meng Jiucheng twitched the corners of his mouth and said, "I don't want you to repay anything, if you can trust me, help your father to come to my house!" ”

Meng Jiucheng is not an indifferent and ruthless character, but he is not a bad person either. The reason why I want to help others is mostly because of the luck psychology of the traverser.

Don't you see that the traversers in the novel have the favor of God? What is the secret of jumping off a cliff, picking up a kitten and a puppy is also a mythical beast, digging a pit and digging a hole can get treasures, and going to the toilet to poop can also touch nobles.

Even if you don't do anything, there are also people outside the world who are stunned and say that you are a bone essence and a genius in cultivating immortals, crying and shouting to accept apprentices, Jiuyang, Jiuyin, Rulai Shenzhang, and Immortal Dafa have to be stuffed into your hands, and you can't do it without practice.

Although Meng Jiucheng doesn't have any adventures yet, there are difficulties to go on, and there are no difficulties to create difficulties.

It's just that Meng Jiucheng thinks like this, the little boy is eager to save his father, but the man has other ideas. The cold slowed down a little, and his son came to support him, so he opened his mouth and politely refused: "Thank you for the kindness of the officials, my father and son have no money to spare, and it is night, how can they talk together?" This disease is not a big problem, and I dare not work for officials. After speaking, he secretly glanced at his son, "Don't bother this official, go and carry the belongings, let's go back to the inn!" ”

The boy blinked, glanced at Meng Jiucheng hesitantly, and silently took the gun and other objects from Meng Jiucheng's hand.