The Correct Posture For Salted Fish To Turn Over

　　 In the small window in the house, a halo of light was spilled, stealing the limelight of the midnight moonlight.

　　 That brand-new kerosene lamp is faithfully carrying out its mission, providing Caifeng's family with this rare brilliance that lights up at night.

　　 Looking at beauties under the light, the more you look, the better you look, not to mention that Caifeng is a pretty girl without losing her originality.

At this time, she lowered her head slightly, holding a shoe sole that seemed to belong to a man in her hand. While doing it, she was still smiling secretly. When she thought of something, her eyes were shining and intoxicating. , The flushed face, like a watermelon with sand in the summer, was red.

　　 "Feng'er, go to bed early, this kerosene is also money, what work do you have to do when you get up early tomorrow morning."

Caifengniang’s voice interrupted the girl’s thoughts and brought back her heart that had already drifted away. The needle and thread under her hand sped up a bit, and after the last two stitches, she responded. Aunt Feng: "Mother, I'm going to bed now."

　　 "Puff"

　　 Immediately after a breath, she carefully blew out the ‘gift’ in front of the small table, the kerosene lamp.

　　 I will have a good dream tonight, because there is you in the dream, my brother Gu.

　　……

　　 Practical sleep always passed quickly, and Gu Zheng, who was greeted by the first rays of the morning sun, embarked on his journey to work again.

　　 The original job that had never changed, but he encountered obstacles on his way back in the evening.

　　 On the small commercial street that he must pass through when he returns to the shack, there is an indomitable second generation ancestor who is waiting for him eagerly.

　　 "Little master! Wait for me! You must come to our tea garden!"

　　‘Pong! ’

　　 One of Gu Zheng’s flying feet removed the stumbling block on his way.

　　 "Master! You are good, just sing one time, one time! Master! If you don't sing, I will worship you as the head of the teacher, right?"

　　 ‘pong’

　　 Gu Zheng kicked sideways and flew away the obstructive flies in front of him.

　　 This road, wind, frost, snow and rain, is as difficult as ninety-nine and eighty-one, it is difficult to move a single inch.

　　 Gu Zheng, who was stuck, scolded and scolded. He was beaten, but he couldn't get rid of the slug under his feet.

　　 Even a faceless person like him, after walking out half a street, when the crowd behind him was about to get to the last scene, he finally stopped moving forward, and he was blocked again.

　　 "Hey, buddy, I have served you, my lord, what do you want to do? Don't make me an ordinary rickshaw driver?"

　　 An ordinary rickshaw driver?

　　 Holding his thigh, the second generation ancestor, who was afraid that people would run away again, shook his head and retorted: "No! If you are an ordinary driver, I will screw off my head and kick the ball."

"Brother coachman, don’t you know what I want to do? Of course you are asking you to continue yesterday’s song, but this time I’m not singing outside the wall of my tea garden anymore. I’m going to be open today. Brightly invites you into the garden, so that you can steadfastly play a song on the real stage!"

　　 "This will not shame a good show, this will not despise your good voice, this is worthy of the old and young men who like you, everyone said, right!!!"

Many of the crowds watching on this street were people who had passed by yesterday. After listening to the rare and well-founded words of the second generation ancestor, they all replied. .

　　 "That's right!"

　　 "Such a good show, of course, must be performed in the place where it is called!"

　　 "Little master, are you okay after work today? You see it's not dark yet, so let's have a game!!"

"Yeah yeah!"

　　 Gu Zheng was surrounded by more and more enthusiastic people, and an indescribable feeling emerged from this body.

　　 This is the love of drama that belongs to the original owner, and a kind of heartfelt gratitude to the fans who like him.

　　 Gu Zheng does not intend to suppress this true feeling just because of the money-making plan he made at the beginning.

　　 Following the other's wishes is the perfect way to accomplish the task.

　　 It seems that the plan cannot keep up with the changes, and this big money plan requires some simple adjustments.

　　 Gu Zheng, who was sure of his own mind, suddenly seemed to be a different person. From the coldness of the horizontal eyebrows to Qianfuzhi just now, it became the warmth like spring.

　　 With the most pleasant expression in his life, he asked the second generation ancestor who was still not letting go: "This man, what is your last name? You are going to ask me to sing. I can't even know what you call me?"

　　 There is a door! There is a door!

　　 The second generation ancestor, who received positive feedback for the first time, now his lips trembled with excitement: "Don't be so polite, don’t be so polite, you can just call me by your first name."

　　 "As long as your old man can come to our theater to sing a paragraph, we can discuss everything next!"

　　 The shopkeeper on the side directly covered his face. Would you like to ask you to lose money every day?

　　Don't tell me, Guo Yan might actually do it.

Gu Zheng, who received a cordial invitation, is not a character who likes to make use of others~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He directly nodded in the eyes of everyone’s expectation: "I’m going to go home and clean up first. ?"

"You don't need to go home!" Guo Yan, who was afraid of long nights and dreams, immediately stopped Gu Zheng from wanting to leave when he heard this: "You go into the stage of my tea garden and look at it. When you get there, you will have everything. Understood."

"Oh?"

　　 Before Gu Zheng turned down twice, the Guo Yan who was originally looking up at him from below jumped up and dragged Gu Zheng into the tea garden.

The shop on the side, Xiao Er, originally wanted to be a good leader, but the onlookers on the side saw that the lively center had shifted to the place, hula la, the okay idlers also unconsciously swarmed into the tea garden. Come here.

　　 "Oh, please from the guest officer, please, two people with tea."

　　 "Hey, this old lady, you walk slowly, I will find you a quiet place?"

"Master, the seats are full, you say you stand and listen? That is, there are a few hundred-year-old lacquered wood railings over there, you leaned on top, closed your eyes, listened to the play, don’t mention too much right. ."

　　After a while, this tea garden with more than ten tables is full.

　　In this era, unlike modern people, they all use their eyes to watch dramas.

　　Here, the person who really knows how to appreciate is just listening.

　　 Close your eyes and meditate. As the gongs, drums and erhu sounded, the fans followed the rhythm of the opera, shaking their heads together.

　　Listen, this is the taste.

　　 These chaotic scenes in the frontcourt have nothing to do with Gu Zheng, who has been dragged to the backcourt by Guo Yan.

　　 He is now enjoying Guo Yan's service, and stepped into a large wooden barrel half a person tall.