Fantasia: The blind man at the beginning starts with playing the erhu

Another night of heavy snow.

The snow is big and thick, and it creaks and creaks when you step on it.

The early hawkers set up their stalls early, selling everything.

Fried dough sticks with soy milk, pie wontons.

The aroma wafts in the air and whets the appetite.

Li Pingan took the old cow and opened his pocket.

I spent nine fen yesterday, and now I still have six wen.

Don't eat breakfast.

Li Pingan has long been used to living a life of hunger and fullness.

Walking to the place on the street where he was singing, the beggar old Liu moved to the side.

"coming."

Li Pingan nodded, saying hello to his colleagues.

The sound of the erhu resounded leisurely.

At the same time, the power of qi and blood surged in the body.

"Have you heard that the youngest student of the Zhang family at Zikou in Hou'er Town has passed the examination as a scholar, and they are going to throw a big banquet."

Beggar Liu said.

"When the time comes, you learn a more upbeat tune, maybe I can reward you with a table of good wine and food."

A brighter tune?

Li Pingan thought for a while.

A song "Mercedes on Thousand Miles of Grassland" came to mind.

Before time travel, he was a professional erhu player.

These tracks are naturally within reach. .

On the day when the Zhang family held a banquet, almost everyone in the town went.

The Zhang family also grandly set up a long shed outside, with good wine and food on every table.

The sound of firecrackers crackled endlessly.

Li Pingan moved a bench and sat in the yard.

The cheerful tune made everyone applaud.

Because of this song, Li Pingan got the chance to eat at the table.

Sweet and sour fish, Sixi meatballs, red sausage, roast goose and roast chicken.....

The dishes that are usually invisible have aroused Li Pingan's appetite to a great extent.

The banquet was not over yet.

A group of people took out the packing bags that had been prepared a long time ago, and filled them with leftovers.

Li Pingan didn't rob, not disdain to do such a thing.

It's because he doesn't have a bag.

And his eyes are still blind, so he can't rob these people.

So I had to take the opportunity to eat more.

After a full stomach, wipe your mouth.

I want to leave.

"Here, here." Someone greeted him.

It's Miss Wang who sells tofu.

Holding his child in one hand, he handed a bag to Li Pingan in the other.

Li Pingan reached out and touched it.

Half a roast chicken, some peanuts and cold dishes.

Miss Wang reached out and handed him a tea egg, complaining: "This group of people are too quick to attack, you should take it first."

After speaking, he squeezed into the crowd again and went to fight.

There was a lot of voices, and she didn't hear what Li Pingan said in a low voice.

"Thank you."

..........

It's the winter solstice again.

Li Ping pinched his fingers.

[Skill: Two Springs Reflecting the Moon]

[Level: lv2 (5000/10000)]

[lv1 function: increase life span, dredge qi and blood, dredge meridians, dispel dampness and warm up body]

[lv2 effect: Listening to the Wind Knife Technique (40%), Turtle Breathing Skill (60%)]

Li Pingan has no sword, his walking stick is his sword.

He could clearly feel that as his cultivation deepened.

My body has undergone tremendous changes.

Especially the five senses have become more refined.

You can even clearly feel the trajectory of falling snowflakes.

Over the past year, Li Pingan's life has also improved a lot.

As the old saying goes, "If you have a skill in your hand, you can have everything in the world"

Li Pingan played the erhu well, and quickly took care of all the weddings and weddings in the town.

Wherever he is willing to pay, he will play a song.

Bring some fun to this lonely town.

It was also in this year that Li Pingan learned to drink.

And taught this bad habit to Lao Niu.

Li Pingan's belongings had an extra wine gourd.

Whenever he picks up the wine gourd.

When you want to drink, you will smell it.

Then shook his head and sighed.

When you make a lot of money, you can drink every day.

This is a good wish.

It's getting late.

As usual, Li Pingan led the old cow and walked in the sunset.

Suddenly he stopped and glanced in one direction curiously.

I didn't hear the familiar voice of selling tofu, nor did I see the familiar silhouette.

Ms. Wang...may be sick.

On the second day, Miss Wang was still not seen.

The same is true for the third day and the fourth day.

fifth day.

Li Pingan ate the noodles and slapped a penny on the table.

Ask the accountant about Miss Wang.

"I heard that Niu Er owed a whole lot of lamb interest, and the house was mortgaged and he ran away."

(Lamb interest = usury)

Li Pingan said in a deep voice: "Since when did there be lambs in our town? Does the government care?"

The accountant smiled contemptuously, "The county magistrate's nephew opened it, so it's no different from the county magistrate's, who dares to control it!"

Li Pingan leaned on crutches and walked out the door.

It was snowing like a goose feather outside, and it was white again.

Miss Wang's house is in the east of the town, a nice house with white walls and blue tiles.

It's a pity that Feng Shui is not good, and he raised such a bastard as Niu Er.

He messed up other people's traps at the gaming table and owed a lot of debt.

Oiled the soles of the feet and ran away.

Li Pingan knocked on the door, but no one responded.

Only dogs bark.

"Is anyone home?"

After a while, a trembling voice sounded from inside.

"Is...is it safe?"

Only Miss Wang would call a blind man Ping An

"it's me."

The door opened.

Seeing that Li Pingan was a little surprised, Ms. Wang immediately said, "I won't make tofu today, but come back tomorrow."

Li Pingan hesitated to speak, and finally turned around to leave.

As if he really only came to sell tofu.

"Hey, wait."

Miss Wang took some steamed buns from the stove and stuffed them into the bag.

"You take it."

It is impossible for Li Pingan to come to him for no reason.

So Ms. Wang guessed that the other party must have had a hard time living.

Miss Wang gave him another bowl of stick porridge with a piece of salted radish.

Li Pingan simply squatted at the door and began to eat.

"What are you going to do next?"

Miss Wang was taken aback, and realized that Li Pingan was talking to herself.

Lowering his head, biting his lip, his voice was somewhat stubborn.

"It's only natural to pay off debts, and I'll just pay them back."

Li Pingan didn't speak.

If only it was as simple as paying back the money.

Rolling interest, people will eat you.

Even if there is a golden mountain at home, it is useless.

A bowl of cornmeal is drunk to the top.

Footsteps sounded suddenly, and five or six gangsters headed by Duhu walked into the yard.

"Hey, you blind man is quite good at picking the right time. Just after her husband left, you came to give charcoal in a timely manner?"

Dumb scolded with a smile.

"Get out! Don't come to hinder me, I don't have time to talk to you."

Dui got on the lap of the county magistrate's nephew half a year ago, and this time he came here to collect debts.