Wake up, stop dreaming [Quick Transmigration]

The person on the bed fell into a deep sleep after drinking the medicine, Zuo Yan confirmed that he was still breathing in his chest, and then walked out from the door.

The theater garden, which was once prosperous for a while, seemed a bit empty at the moment, Zuo Yan walked for a while and didn't see many people.

"This is, it's gone?"

System: "The pillars have fallen, and there is no one to support them."

The person lying on the bed supported the entire theater troupe. Now that Jiao'er fell ill, it is not impossible for him to decline. It is not easy for such a theater troupe to survive for so long in this troubled world.

Before approaching the front hall, they heard the sound of arguing inside.

"Does your medicine work? I'll tell you, Taoist priest, if you dare to lie to me, master, I will make you unable to take it and walk around!"

Zuo Yan still heard other people's voices so clearly, so he approached and looked carefully.

There were four people sitting or standing in the room, and one of them was dressed in fashionable clothes and grabbed the other by the neck with a ferocious expression on his face.

"Third brother, don't be impulsive, listen to what the priest has to say."

"Listen, that little bastard has been drinking the medicine for more than half a month. Seeing that he has less intake and more exhaust, if he dies, we will be completely finished! The commander-in-chief can't hear the play, and has already gone to find a new troupe When the time comes, we will all die!" The man grabbed the Taoist priest by the neck and wanted to strangle him to death.

"Third brother, why are you talking to your eldest brother! Old Daoist, my elder brother rescued you from under the wooden barn because he trusted you. If our Zheng family is ruined, you will not survive!" Stopping the younger brother, the man threatened with his sleeves .

I saw the man in the Taoist uniform in the middle stroking his beard calmly, "My medicine, it won't take three days, it will be effective."

Swearing so firmly, the brothers looked at each other, "I will believe you one last time!"

The picture pauses, just like the pages of a book being turned, and in the blink of an eye is the side curtain of the stage.

The people on stage were all in costumes, with clear voices and light movements, and they didn't look like they were terminally ill at all.

On the other side of the side curtain, a woman looked lovingly at the people on the stage and tapped the time with both hands.

It seems that the Taoist medicine is indeed very useful.

Accompanied by the sound of babbling, the picture in front of me drifted away again.

"Doing this is against the harmony of heaven, it's committing crimes!" A stern cry sounded like a thunderbolt in the room.

This time it was a dark room, and there were three people standing in the room.

"Big Brother, if we don't do this, Second Brother's today is our tomorrow!"

The boss of the Zheng family hesitated for a moment, "Master Daoist, is there really no other way?"

The old Taoist said, "This is the only way. You have also seen the death of the second son. How to decide is still up to you."

"Big brother! Second brother is only 20 years old, and my father didn't live past forty. Do you want to see such a big family property like ours fall into the hands of that little bastard?" Zheng Er clenched his fists and trembled anxiously.

Seeing that Boss Zheng was still hesitating, the old Taoist said: "People don't kill the world for themselves. You have also seen Mr. Qingxiu's illness, and it is getting better day by day. As long as you follow what I said, your illness will definitely not happen again."

Zheng Sandao: "Brother, that little bastard was already on the verge of dying, thanks to the Taoist priest's medicine, didn't he just die a few people, the Zheng family's direct line papers add up to eighty if not one hundred, big brother, even if you don't think about yourself , you should also consider your son Dong, who is only three years old.

If you don't agree, don't worry about me, my Huang'er is not yet full moon, you don't think about your son, I have to think about it!I want to live to see my son grow up, marry a wife and have children, I have to live! "

Zuo Yan watched him blushing and agitated, and Boss Zheng didn't directly agree with him even though he was shaken.

Zuo Yan pondered what they said, the elegant-looking Zheng Er died, it seemed to be due to some kind of illness.

The Taoist leader can save them, but what about the dead.

The last scene he saw was Boss Zheng still shaking his head, Zheng Er gritted his teeth unwillingly, and the Taoist priest stroked his beard with determination.

After a few days, Boss Zheng died.

This time Mrs. Zheng was out of breath from crying, unable to accept the white-haired man giving away the black-haired man again, she cried and fainted in the mourning hall several times.

Zheng Laosan was dressed in white, with tears in his eyes, he wiped his sleeves carelessly, and exchanged glances with the Taoist priest on the side.

After the death of the eldest of the Zheng family, the third son of Zheng was in charge of the house, and the old lady took the children of the eldest Zheng to her yard to raise them.

Tsing Yi, that is, the boy Zuo Yan saw growing up since he was a child, is now a tall and tall young man. Although he can't see what he looks like, he can tell from the eyes of those maids that he must be a gentleman as gentle as jade. Average looks.

"Qingxiu, it's time for you to start a family, and I want to have a grandson soon."

The old lady's complexion was sallow, and the blows brought to her by the death of her two sons made her unable to hold on any longer.

Qingxiu pointed to the words in the book and said, "This word can be read."

The child on the chair hugged the book, nodded, and said in a childish voice, "Tang."

Qingxiu motioned him to carry on, turned his head and said to the old lady indifferently: "You already have two grandchildren, don't be greedy."

With a smile on the old lady's face, she raised her hand and touched the child who was reciting the opera while shaking his head, "I'll leave it to you from now on, Zidong. He's talented. Although he's not as talented as you, he's better than his father." And Uncle Qiang."

Zuo Yan was lying at the window, and from his perspective, he could see the reluctance and powerlessness in the old lady's eyes.

The young man beside her was silent for a while, and said for a while, "I know, teach him everything."

The old lady's face finally relaxed. She was obviously not over fifty, but her hair was already grey.

After the old lady fell asleep, the young man led the child out of the room and back to his yard.

On the rocking chair, the young man drank a large bowl of medicine when he came back. Zuo Yan paused when he saw him approaching the medicine bowl, and finished it in one gulp after a few seconds.

The child sat on his little chair next to him, raised his head and asked, "Uncle, can you play pinball?"

Qingxiu: "No."

"Can you accompany me to catch a bird?"

Qingxiu: "I can't."

"why?"

Zuo Yan sat on the chair on the other side and said to himself: 'Because you don't have a slingshot. '

Qingxiu didn't even look at the child, and said calmly, "Do you have a slingshot?"

Zuo Yan shrugged, sure enough, remember to prepare your own tools next time you want to play.

The child was disappointed and said no, looking down at the words in the book absent-mindedly.

Zuo Yan stretched his head over to take a look, and the long and twisted words were too embarrassing for the little guy.

Zuo Yan put his head in front of the young man again, and quickly retracted his head again.

System: "What's wrong?"

Zuo Yan sighed, "For the first time, I feel that I am illiterate."

System: "You were always illiterate in your last dream."

Zuo Yan said, "When can I get out from here?"

System: "First you need to know how you got in."

He came in talking, could it be possible to let him keep talking?

The child rolled his eyes slowly, raised his head and said, "Little uncle, let's go to the shadow play."

This is good, Zuo Yan's ears are also pricked up, shadow puppetry?He didn't read it.

The young man didn't raise his head, "Have you memorized the third chapter?"

The child shook his head, "Soon...soon..."

"Recite it again."

The child stuttered and recited, Zuo Yan was anxious for him.

At this moment, the young man suddenly turned his head, facing his direction, Zuo Yan froze.For more than ten seconds, he could feel the other party's gaze resting on him.

"Remember to memorize the third chapter when you come back."

The young man stood up holding the arm of the chair, glanced from the side, took the child's hand, and shouted to send someone out.

Zuo Yan followed up belatedly, "Did he see me just now?"

System: "Guess."

"I guess you are not far from being sued by me."