Don't look at the old gentleman's age, just sit at the table, and have his own spirit, shocking the audience.

The old gentleman lifted the startling wood and slapped it on the table.

"Smack!"

The audience was silent, and the humming came to an abrupt end.

The old gentleman opened his mouth without hurry.

"The scorching sun is scorching, and the poison is in the township;

The peasants starved to death when they ploughed every year, and the rich were the princes.

A lifetime of blood and sweat, all handed over to the landlord; a lifetime of hard work, it is better to take care of the dog of the home!

How difficult the world is, what is the reincarnation of cause and effect;

The world is full of injustices, and there will be no rise and fall—"

"Smack!"

There was another shock, everyone was shocked, and their hearts jumped.

"The work of creation!"

The old gentleman looked angry and raised his eyebrows.

The audience was silent and silent.

The old gentleman's opening remarks were so frightened that everyone was shocked, and the audience was silent.

After a while, a voice popped up in the crowd: "Okay!"

The audience was boiling and applauding thunderously.

The old gentleman's voice was vicissitudes, and his words were high-spirited and frustrated, and a few words stirred up the emotions of the audience.

Gao Ming held the teacup, stunned for a long time, and was shocked in his heart, this old gentleman is a little unusual, how can there be a taste of doing things.

Cheng Jiazi's group of followers cheered and danced. Only the surnamed Cheng frowned slightly.

Gao Ming looked at the table surnamed Cheng from a distance and pretended to be weird, making a lot of noise.

Where is this listening to the story, it is clear that the drunkard does not mean to drink.

Gao Ming looked up at the little girl who played the pipa, and was faintly worried. Now that there is nothing to do, you might as well sit quietly and watch the situation.

What's more, after listening to the opening remarks, he was also a little interested in the story of this old gentleman.

The cheers ceased slightly, and the old gentleman nodded to the little girl, and the slender hands plucked the strings vigorously. The crisp sound of the lute is played sympathetically, like a meandering stream, flowing from between the fingers.

The story slowly unfolds along the stream.

There was silence and silence to listen. Gao Ming also put down the teacup and listened intently.

The story is a simple story, but the old gentleman interprets it vividly with rich emotions.

The story takes place 60 years ago in the country of Feihuang, originating from a world-famous hero who was killed by a traitor, leaving only the infant baby who was born and rescued by his servants.

However, the enemy was strong, and they pursued and intercepted him. The servant fled to a certain village in a certain place.

It happened that the local landlord's family had recently given birth to a son, and the servant had a plan to secretly exchange the baby. By chance, fortunately, both babies grew up successfully.

The old gentleman spoke wonderfully, and when he heard that the heroes and orphans were in danger, everyone in the audience breathed a sigh of relief, and now that the two children had grown up smoothly, they were relieved and happy, and they all said that God has eyes.

The hero's orphan was born in the landlord's family, and he thought that the landlord's brain was full of fat intestines, so how could he have expected that he would raise a son for someone else?

This "fake son" has been pampered since he was a child. As the saying goes, those who are close to ink are black, and gradually develop an arrogant and domineering gentleman.

However, the landlord's own son was raised by a farmer in a local farmhouse. Since I was a child, I have been doing farm work with my adoptive parents, and I have been scorching hot in the summer, and I have been eating and drinking snow in the winter.

Everyone in the audience laughed and sighed for a while. Seeing the old gentleman talk about the bastard behavior of the hero's orphan in a vicious way, everyone gritted their teeth, and watched the old gentleman say that the landlord's own son was pitiful, and some people were unhappy.

Someone pointed the finger at the source, complaining that the servant had done such a ridiculous thing.

One day, the little sister of the peasant family was bumped into by the fake son of the landlord's family, and a scene of robbing the people's daughter was staged on the spot.

The landlord's own son was ruined by the fake son, and he was framed and convicted.

The crowd gritted their teeth and burned with rage.

The biological son was aroused to a bloody nature, and on a dark and windy night, he killed the landlord's family and became the outlaw.

When everyone heard it, their blood boiled and they shouted, "Good!"

It's really hearty.

But it suddenly occurred to me that this landlord's family is not the blood relatives of the biological son!

Everyone was stunned, you look at me, I look at you, everyone was frightened in their hearts, their eyes were terrified, and they didn't speak one by one.

Cheng Jiazi's dog-legged man opened his mouth in the silence of the audience, only to hear him laugh: "Ridiculous, ridiculous! This lowly idiot, killing his own family without knowing it, is really an interesting story! Hahahaha......"

The sound is harsh, and the scenery is terrible.

Everyone glared at him angrily, he glanced around coldly, slapped the table arrogantly, and shouted, "Look at what!"

But he only heard the sound of "pop", it turned out to be the Cheng family, and he kicked him to the ground again: "Close your beak and listen quietly!"

The man got up casually, patted the dust off his body, glanced around defiantly, but sat back in his seat obediently.

The old storyteller then told the rest of the story.

Let's say that the biological son died in the world, but by chance, he actually got acquainted with the old servant who changed the baby back then, and by chance, he knew his true life experience.

This moment was like a thunderbolt in the sky, driving him crazy.

He ran into the mountains, and happened to see a dilapidated old nunnery, where an old monk lived and worshiped some gods and Buddhas.

The biological son felt that he was deeply sinful, so he went to the gods and Buddhas to confess, and lived in the dilapidated nunnery for several years.

But he couldn't make sense of his thoughts, and his heart was often tormented.

He couldn't figure out why such a tragedy had happened.

He hated himself, but he felt that in that situation, he didn't know what his relationship with the landlord was, it was the landlord who harmed his family first, and he couldn't wait to eat his flesh raw!

So should you hate the old servant who stole the beams and changed the pillars?

If he hadn't been replaced, he would have been that gentleman, and now, it is estimated that he has been killed by the son of the vengeful farmer's family. In this way, it is just one less repentant person and one more outlaw in the world, and the tragedy is still a tragedy.

So, who should he hate? Who caused this tragedy, and what should he confess to the gods and Buddhas?

He knelt in front of the gods and Buddhas, panicked, confused, and unable to speak.

One day, he asked the old monk: "Master, I was born rich and noble, but for no reason I flew to wreak havoc and let people take them away, resulting in the separation of flesh and blood, and I was poor all my life, why?"

The monk said, "If you did evil in your previous life, you will have this retribution in this life, and you will not enjoy that blessing." ”

"Since I did evil in my previous life, what did I do to make me born in the landlord's family?"

The monk pondered for a long time and was silent for a long time.