The happy life of a prodigal

Zhao Yan curled her lips when she heard this, and said, "What do I want your ancestral house to do..."

After negotiations that lasted for a long time, the final result was fixed at 20% and the annual dividend profit was at least [-] taels, and Fang Xiu made up for the missing part.

On the side, Wu Yi heard their conversation and felt...a pain in his heart.

People’s words are all tens of thousands of taels, 10,000+ taels. When it comes to me, even 1000 taels are borrowed from Baolefang, and all of them are thrown into a game.

Hey......

People are more popular than people, really good!

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In the early morning, a fish-belly whiteness just appeared in the east.

In the Beijing Normal University Theater, a child named Zhang Cheng got up very early.

The first thing I did when I woke up was not to wash my face or eat, but to fetch a bucket of well water and wash the rag in it.

Then, he quickly wiped the tables and chairs of the Beijing Normal University Theater.

He had to wipe all the tables, chairs and benches clean without leaving any stains before the Jingshi Grand Theater opened, otherwise he would be fined five cents.

For most families in the capital, five Wenqian may not be considered anything, but a sugar figurine for a child and a wooden hairpin for a woman.

But for Zhang Cheng, the five Wen is the cost of a meal at noon.

Without the five cents, he is very likely to be hungry for a long time.

According to what others think, with such a huge workload and such demanding job requirements, Zhang Wen, who is only fifteen or sixteen years old, must have resentment for doing such a thing.

In fact, only he himself knows how hard it is for such a fellow.

He came from the worst-hit place in the Central Plains. There were four members of his family, father, mother and sister, all of whom left him forever in that famine.

In a blink of an eye, he was the only one left in the once perfect family. Because of his young age, no one was willing to take him in.

In order to survive, he had no choice but to flee from famine to the capital with fellow fellows from his hometown.

Bark, grass roots, as long as he can eat, he will not let go, even in the capital, he even snatched food from wild dogs.

Maybe the heavens saw him as pitiful and gave him a way to survive. After all, he didn't starve to death on the way to flee famine.

When I arrived in the capital, I thought I could find a job to support myself, but I didn't expect that it was because I was too young and had no strength to do anything.

And because he had no money, he couldn't learn any skills, so he had to beg on the street and wait to starve to death.

The weather became hotter and hotter, and he and the few beggars with him struggled to survive while avoiding the pursuit of the police.

Days are getting worse day by day, just when he thought he couldn't survive, a piece of news gave him hope.

In the capital, a kind-hearted master surnamed Fang wanted to help the victims in the south of the city.

Anyone can receive a bowl of hot vegetable porridge as long as they go without any request.

Although only one day per month can be received, it is enough to keep his young life alive.

With the hope of surviving, he walked for three hours to the south of the city.

I met the kind-hearted old man and received his bowl of porridge.

Although there was only one bowl, it made him feel... There are such delicious things in the world, which made him feel that living is meaningful.

Since then, he who had almost given up hope before, rekindled hope in his young heart.

He... wants to live!

It was another few days of begging along the street, when I passed an alley in the south of the city.

He suddenly heard that someone said that there is a place in the south of the city called the Beijing Normal University Theater, where handymen are recruited, and anyone can try their luck.

It's just that the salary is so meager that the few people who talked with it dismissed it.

But... these silver coins are extremely precious to him.

With a glimmer of hope, he came to the Beijing Normal University Theater.

What he saw was a kind old man.

The old man gave him a few steamed buns, let him have a full meal, then gave him a job, gave him a place to live, and even promised to give him twenty Wen a day as long as he worked.

The old man didn't dislike him for being young, he didn't have strength, he didn't understand anything, he didn't know anything, and he didn't dislike him for begging on the street.

Since leaving his hometown, he knew for the first time that there are really kind-hearted people like the old man in this world.

He knelt on the ground and wanted to thank the old man for his great kindness, but he heard the old man mention a name 'Fang Xiu'.

The old man told him that the person he needs to thank is not him, but this Fang Xiu, Mr. Fang.

It was he who built the Beijing Normal University Theater and gave shelter to disaster victims like himself.

It was also him who built a porridge shed in the south of the city, giving countless mediocre people hope to survive.

In his heart, Mr. Fang is the biggest benevolent person in the world!

Later, after spending a long time in the Beijing Normal University Theater, he heard and saw much more than before.

those guests...

They always say how great the emperor is, the emperor is the child of the dragon, the emperor did this thing to benefit the people, and the emperor did that thing again to benefit the people.

However, Zhang Cheng believes that there is no one in the whole world who is greater than Mr. Fang Xiu...even the emperor in the palace!

The emperor did not let his parents and sister survive.

The emperor didn't give him a bowl of hot vegetable porridge when his whole body was swollen from hunger.

The emperor did not give him a place to stay when he was most desperate and desperate.

If a dragon could choose a child, and who would be the emperor, then he would definitely choose Fangxiu too!

Chapter 186 Do you want to eat?

Although he was only wearing a thin vest, it was still very hot when he worked on this hot summer day.

Zhang Cheng only worked for a short while, and there was fine sweat on his forehead. After working for half an hour, he felt that his body was steaming.

Half an hour passed, and he had just cleaned up the last seat when the curtain of the stage was pulled open suddenly.

A few figures can be vaguely seen above, talking in a low voice.

Zhang Cheng knew that the 'actors' were about to start rehearsing a new play.

An actor is an actor. Grandpa Sun said that Mr. Fang called him that, and they followed suit.

It was still early for the door to open, so Zhang Cheng randomly picked a seat and sat down, quietly watching the actors rehearse.

Before coming here, he didn't know that there was such a profession as an actor.

Paying people to perform is incomprehensible to him.

But people in the capital seem to like this very much. I heard that they need to buy tickets to watch the performance, and a ticket costs nearly one tael of silver.

One tael of silver is one thousand Wen, enough for him to eat and drink for two or three months.

Sometimes, he will think about one thing.

Why are these people willing to spend a tael of silver to come here to watch a play, but they are not willing to give a penny of steamed buns to people who are about to starve to death...

Thinking about it, the image of his father, mother and sister starving to death would appear in his mind.

He was by the side, watching his relatives die slowly in pain as their bodies swelled like a ball due to hunger.

Thinking of this, his heart couldn't help but feel a tingling pain.

He didn't want to recall these things, but when he saw these people from the capital wearing brocade clothes, he couldn't restrain himself.

he doesn't understand...

All this... exactly why.

Grandpa Sun once said that there are too many things in this world for no reason.

So, when he felt uncomfortable, he comforted himself that all of this was fate and God's arrangement.

Can......

Why did God arrange it this way?

Sometimes, standing by the curtain, looking at the rapt people watching the play, he would think .

Some bad thoughts may even come up, why are they born with delicious steamed buns, comfortable clothes made of silk, and a place to sleep...

And I will suffer from these sufferings.

Whenever he had this thought, he would think of Mr. Fang.

They are also from the capital, but Mr. Fang is different from them. It can be seen...not all people from the capital are bad people without compassion.

The actors rehearsed for a long time, about an hour, before they roughly rehearsed the repertoire that needs to be performed today.

At this time, the ticket office outside has also started selling tickets.

In less than a stick of incense, someone has already walked in.

Zhang Cheng hurriedly got up and stood aside.

After the guests came in, his duty was to serve them tea and water, and then clean up the things they left after the audience left, and wipe the seats by the way.

Today's first scene is the tenth episode of "Nie Xiaoqian". After all the audience sat down, the curtain slowly opened not long after.

The actors took their positions one after another and started their performances.

This is the most leisure time for Zhang Cheng. The guests are focused on watching the play, and no one thinks about drinking tea or doing other things.

He can take advantage of this time to rest for a while.

Beside him, a middle-aged man leads a young woman.

The middle-aged man has obviously watched the tenth episode of "Nie Xiaoqian" more than once, and has no interest in the plot.

Bored, he set his sights on the young servant beside him.

"Hey......"

The middle-aged man looked at Zhang Cheng and asked with great interest, "How old are you this year?"

Hearing this, Zhang Cheng realized that the 'Hello' just now was calling himself.

He turned around, looked at the middle-aged man, and said blankly, "15 years old."

In fact, he didn't even know how old he was, and his father and mother never mentioned it to him, nor did he ask.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man looked Zhang Cheng up and down, shook his head, and said, "It doesn't look like it, I thought you were twelve or thirteen years old...

This Jingshi Grand Theater is also really, recruiting a twelve or thirteen-year-old kid as a buddy..."

He talked to himself for a while, and then asked, "By the way, how much money can you earn a month working here?"

Zhang Cheng didn't like this person, but Grandpa Sun once said that he had to treat every guest with care.

Therefore, despite some reluctance, he replied: "Twenty Wen a day."

"Twenty cents?"

The middle-aged man was a little surprised when he heard this.

Immediately, as if thinking of something, he said with disdain: "I almost forgot that the Beijing Normal University Theater belongs to the Fang family, and Fang Xiu, that scumbag, is really inhuman.

Letting twelve or thirteen-year-old children work is fine, and only twenty Wen a day is paid, and begging is better than this! "

The middle-aged man shook his head, then looked back at the stage. At this moment, a slightly stiff voice suddenly came from his ear: "Do you want to have dinner?"

The middle-aged man turned his head, looked at Zhang Cheng, looked him up and down, and said with a smile, "Why, do you want dinner?"

Zhang Cheng didn't answer, but just asked another question: "Do you know what it's like to beg for food?"

Seeing Zhang Cheng's expression, the middle-aged man felt something was wrong, waved his hand, and said, "I don't know, and I don't want to know."

Zhang Cheng ignored him, and said to himself: "When begging for food, every time a passerby passes by, I expect him to drop a penny, or a... even half a steamed bun.

However, often throughout the day, no one is willing to throw down half a steamed bun.

Everyone passing by looks at you with that kind of eyes, which makes you panic, and makes you think that you have done something wrong.

There are others who point at you and say, don’t learn from this stinky beggar, you have to support yourself and work hard to support yourself..."