||->-> Chapter 743 of the text is drunk and crazy

Qin Wenjun was still unhurried, and said with a smile: "I don't know Mrs. Ding, do you want to listen to my past life first, or this life?" ”

"Let's talk about the previous life first. Where are the people, what is the situation at home. Ji Xiaoxiao waved her hand and said.

"Okay, let's talk about the past life first." Qin Wenjun nodded, his gaze deep and distant.

The virtue of pretending to be forced seems to have traveled through more than a hundred years of time and space, returning to his previous life.

"In my previous life, my name was Qin Baowa, in the twenty-sixth year of Guangxu, I was born in southern Jiangsu. My father is a rich man, his name is Qin Fangding, and his nickname is Qin Million. - This person can be found in the local county annals.

It stands to reason that I was a typical rich second generation at that time, the landlord's dog master. should be the same as every dog master on TV, living a comfortable life of carrying a bird cage all day long, bringing a few dog legs, rampaging the fish and meat villagers in the township, and playing with the women of good families.

But this is not the case. My father in my previous life was a miser, stingy and mean. Even for his only son, it was no exception. Every copper plate of my father is worn on his ribs, and he counts the grains of rice when he eats.

So, I haven't worn a pair of pants without patches since I can remember. That shabby look, more poor than a poor person......"

In the quiet box, the story of Qin Wenjun's past life came to the stage.

"Fortunately, my father still knew the importance of reading, and when I was six years old, he sent me to a collective private school in the village to read and write. The rules we have there are the same as that of the private school master and the shaver, and the rotation is to eat from house to house, today at Zhang's house, tomorrow at Li's house, and the cycle repeats, eating once and then turning back.

Every time it was my turn to come to my house, my father would boil porridge and entertain Mr. Teach. And that porridge is really called a thin rice, you roll up your pants and go down to the bottom of the pot, and you can't get a few grains of rice.

I remember that Mr. Teach, once pointed to my porridge bowl and wrote a poem: 'Grain rice is boiled into a pot of porridge, and the nose wind blows two furrows. From a distance, it looks like the water of West Lake, how can you not see a fishing boat? ’”

Speaking of this, Qin Wenjun smiled self-deprecatingly, looked at everyone and said, "Just this one thing, my father's stinginess in my previous life can be seen. You say, "How hard it must be for me to be his son?" ”

"In this way, it's really not easy for your son to do it." Ji Xiaoxiao smiled, looked up and asked, "But I don't understand, why do you emphasize your father's stinginess?" ”

Qin Wenjun sighed and said:

"Because of my father's stinginess, it changed my life in my previous life. …… When I was ten years old, I was kidnapped by bandits. The bandits offered a thousand oceans and asked my father to ransom people.

But my father didn't pull out a dime, and he brought a message to the bandits, "Kill my son, and I'll save some rations, and I beg you, kill him."

The bandits had no choice, and repeatedly lowered the price to ten oceans, but my father still disagreed. In the end, the bandits got angry and sold me at the age of ten to a circus, that is, the circus of Wang Tiehou, the head of the Wang troupe. ”

"Wang Iron Monkey? How could there be such a strange name? Ji Xiaoxiao muttered.

"Mrs. Ding didn't know, at that time, people who ran the rivers and lakes didn't report their real names, what Zhang Laipi, Li Douji, Ma Ergou, everywhere. Because the artists in the past were often Jiangyang thieves. The head of our circus is the leader of the thieves. How dare a person who is a traitor like this show his real name? ”

Wang Haolan nodded slightly and said, "In this way, it is not the circus that you are being sold to, but a bandit troupe." But I don't understand, how does the circus go from house to place beating gongs and drums? ”

"Three hundred and sixty lines, interlaced like mountains, those things on the rivers and lakes in the past are unimaginable now." Qin Wenjun smiled a little proudly, shook the folding fan, and said:

"Wang Tiehou's circus, everywhere he goes, there are a few performance items.

The first is playing monkeys and riding a unicycle, which children love to watch; Then there are horse skills and hard qigong performances, iron guns stuck in the throat or something, this young man loves to watch; Then it is to walk the high rope, erect two flagpoles, more than two feet high, and tie a rope in the middle, and perform like the current tightrope walking.

This thrilling project is loved by everyone. Generally speaking, when the performance is here, the whole village is basically attracted out, and every house is empty.

The one who walks on the high rope is the pathfinder of theft. I stayed in the circus for five years, and in my last year, I was in charge of walking high ropes.

Walking on the rope, I could see the backyard of the whole village. For example, in the courtyard of the third house on the left, all the silk and satin are dried, so this one must be rich. So I was on the rope and swung my left arm three times in a row, while whistle at the same time. The accomplices below will know, so they sneak out of one, climb over the wall into the third house on the left, and search through the boxes and cabinets, usually with great gains.

The villagers watched the excitement and were stupid, thinking that I was dancing and whistling on it, and I was performing hard, where did I think that my family had been robbed? Once we succeeded, we would quickly retreat, and by the time the villagers reacted, we were already dozens of miles away.

Later, I became ill, and my master, Zhao Dagang, who walked the high rope, broke a leg in the first year. No one walked the high rope, couldn't find the eyeliner to explore the way, and couldn't cooperate with the work, so in Wukesong Village, Wang Tiehou did not commit a crime, but performed honestly. ”

Speaking of this, Qin Wenjun paused slightly, and after taking a sip of tea, he suddenly turned his head and whistled, clear and agitated, shocking the four seats!

Obviously, he was afraid that others would not believe him, so he took out his previous life to prove it.

Ding Ermiao gave a thumbs up: "This whistle is skilled." ”

Unexpectedly, this whistle alarmed the waiter outside, and he knocked on the door hurriedly and asked what was going on.

"It's okay, it's okay, a friend is drunk and ......crazy," Ji Xiaoxiao opened the door of the box and coped.

Closing the door of the box again, Qin Wenjun continued: "Some of the little tricks I learned in my previous life, I don't learn them in this life, and I don't know how to teach them. As for walking the high rope, if it's convenient for you someday, I can also give you a performance. ”

"Listen to it, Boss Qin, you go on. After leaving the circus, you are already free, have you gone back to Sunan to find your father Qin Million in your previous life? Ding Ermiao took a sip of wine and asked.

If you want to judge the truth of Qin Wenjun, you can only let him say more. If you say too much, you will lose, and I hope you can find flaws, or understand a little more.

Qin Wenjun nodded, with a wry smile on his face, and said:

"Go back. Left home at the age of ten, and parted for five years. Although my father is stingy, I am still homesick. After I separated from the bearded Guo Weihao, we set off from Cangzhou and headed for southern Jiangsu. But when I returned to my hometown, I saw that it was already a thing. ”

To be continued......

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