Only then did the burly middle-aged man stand up and speak, cupping his fists around him, but this rare burly figure aroused a burst of applause.
"Fathers and folks, our family, old and young, have just arrived and set foot on the treasure land. It is inevitable that there will be places that are not well-mannered and cannot be visited. Fortunately, all the folks here have a heart like a Bodhisattva, and no one will blame us. When our family came here, we borrowed the right time from the top, borrowed the favorable location from the bottom, and borrowed from the people in the middle. Everyone cheered and held hands tightly. Throwing a penny and two pennies will complete our family. If there is no money, there is food. If you have food, you have to give food. Our family is not picky, as long as we can eat and drink! If you are not rich enough, just stand and watch, this is called the rich and the poor Personally. But you can look carefully, buns, steamed buns, corn cobs, etc., don't throw them on the brother's forehead... "
As soon as this remark came out, it caused a burst of laughter. The villagers are simple and live a simple life. Under the small-scale peasant economy, they have always been self-sufficient and have never had much money. But this family is also interesting, as long as it can be used, anything will do.
"Not much nonsense, let me show you the 'Dancing Banner' here first! Please—"
As soon as the words fell, the big man supported the four or five feet high banner with one hand, squatted down, and supported the bottom of the banner with the other hand. , and got up from the ground.
good-
Really good strength.
The villagers near Qingyang Town had never seen such a performance before, they only thought it was exceptionally exciting and applauded endlessly.
The big man held the big banner with his hands, connected his fingers, his forehead, and alternately lifted his shoulders, and then performed the majestic postures of "Tianwang Tota", "Golden Rooster Independence", "Holding the Moon in His Arms", etc., especially when the middle banner fell. When it reached his forehead, and then suddenly slipped to his back, he rolled a hydrangea ball like a "lion king", and the big banner stood like a bell with everyone, and a big banner weighing one hundred catties was played briskly and freely in the hands of the big man...
The surrounding villagers slapped their palms red and shouted hoarse. This performance was so wonderful that the villagers with closed aesthetics feasted their eyes and shouted wildly.
After the big man's performance, he threw the big banner with one hand, and flew towards the crowd with a gust of wind, causing a lot of screams. But before the big banner landed, there was a flash of a figure, and the young man who had been silent at the side had already rushed over, lightly received his hands, took advantage of the momentum, and stood the big banner firmly on the side with ease.
The villagers were taken aback for a moment, and then burst into applause.
The burly man laughed happily, bowed around, and called to the back: "Girl, go around to the uncles and uncles and ask for a reward!"
The little girl who performed the double sword before ran out pretty and lively, holding the gong upside down in her hand, with a sweet smile on her face, and her uncle and uncle kept yelling. The things were put in the past, and a whole gong was filled with miscellaneous things.
Those who have money will throw a few big ones; those who have no money will give in a mess, such as sesame seed cakes, cabbage, wild fruits, all in a mess... there is even a blacksmith who put a shiny, newly polished one on top. kitchen knife...
There was also a street vendor watching the excitement, shouting: "This old man, brother, I don't have any money. I opened the wonton shop next to me. I'll bring you two big steaming bowls of wontons." "
The big guy who performed the acrobatics also looked like a bold guy, he laughed and was about to postpone it, but unexpectedly, the younger son who had been sitting on the box behind him heard the word "wonton", but his little eyes lit up instantly. Jumping out of the box, she grabbed the corner of her mother's clothes, swayed back and forth, and said with a pleading face: "Mom, mom, Xiaosan is hungry, Xiaosan wants to eat wontons, wants to eat wontons..."
Hahaha-
The villagers watching all around burst into a burst of good-natured laughter.
The big man was left standing in the field with his hands arched, extremely embarrassed, neither raising nor releasing his hands, he had a dumbfounding expression on the field. The child's mother also laughed so hard that her stomach ached, bent down, screamed like a baby, kissed her a few times, scratched her nose and said she was ashamed, but hid the little boy behind her mother in embarrassment. He looked at his father expectantly.
The big man shook his head and smiled bitterly, and said with a helpless smile: "The family is unlucky, and they have raised a delicious product—thanks, brother, and the wonton money will be given later—"
The peddler who set up the stall had already squeezed out with a smile, and echoed: "It's nothing to do, it's nothing to do, the brother and his family have to show more clever tricks—"
The big man pointed at the backs of the crowd and shouted: "We will definitely not disappoint the folks—"
Among the crowd, there was someone who fit the occasion, chatting and laughing, and shouted: "Brother, do a few more unique skills, and I have a big mutton burrito here—"
Ha ha ha ha-
There was another hearty laugh. The villagers of Qingyang Town felt extremely refreshed. They did not expect that today's temple fair would be even more lively than that Spring Festival.
Not far from Guanqian Square, outside a pile of random sheds, there is a small building made of earth and stone. It was originally a pavilion, which was used as a resting place for believers who usually worship and burn incense.
At this time, at the entrance outside the pavilion, there were several strong men with chests and stomachs, blocking the entrance tightly. There were townspeople who came out of Qingyang Town. From the uniform costumes of these big men, it could be seen that They are all members of Yuanshan Escort Bureau, the only formal martial arts sect in Qingyang Town.
The person who can make these high-spirited heroes guard downstairs like slaves, needless to say, must be Fang Yuanshan, the head of the Yuanshan Escort Bureau.
Fang Yuanshan is nearly fifty years old, with a white face and short beard, and a mighty figure. In terms of figure, he is not inferior to the man dancing the banner in that scene. He was dressed in purple samurai uniform, with a pair of iron gallbladders in his hands, chirping and chirping endlessly.
At the window facing the Guanqian Square on the second floor, Fang Yuanshan saw the rare jugglers in his eyes, but he didn't have the slightest interest in his heart, because at this time Fang Yuanshan was troubled by another thing in his heart.
"What's your brother thinking?"
A slow voice came from behind Chief Escort Fang.
The sound of the iron gallbladder colliding suddenly slowed down, and then returned to its original state with a chirp chirp.
"Senior Brother Lin, why do you have to push so hard?" Fang Yuan sighed helplessly without looking back.
With the sound of footsteps, a figure walked in slowly, sat down at the table of the Eight Immortals behind Chief Fang, poured a cup of tea calmly, and said sincerely: "Oh, Junior Brother Fang, don't be suspicious, I Lin Zhengduan Are you trying to force my junior brother? It’s just that the conditions offered by my sect master are extremely tempting. I think for my junior brother, this is really a deal that is sure to make money…”
This middle-aged man who called himself Lin Zhengduan had a medium build, a thin face, exposed hands, thick bones, and exposed blue veins. He should have practiced extremely strong foreign martial arts. He was ordinary in appearance, but he had a huge The hooked nose, coupled with the always erratic eyes, makes people feel that this person is narrow-minded and suspicious.
This Lin Zhengduan is a master of the Iron Banner Sect of Yunzhou's big faction. The Iron Banner Sect has expanded its power, and this time it came to coerce the Yuanshan Escort Bureau to join the Iron Banner Sect.
Although Lin Zheng spoke persuasion, he looked down on Fang Yuanshan extremely in his heart. Seeing Fang Yuanshan's hesitant expression, a hint of sarcasm appeared in the corner of his eyes, and he thought to himself: Fang Yuanshan's stubbornness is beyond his imagination. This self-esteemed Junior Brother Fang made himself quite unhappy, talking about his ambitions all day long, and always sneering at himself who was determined to climb the dragon and the phoenix... What should I do now? Hmph... Isn't it the end of being annexed? If you want to fight against Iron Banner Gate, you, Fang Yuanshan, are undoubtedly a little too young.
Thinking of himself as a lobbyist for persuading surrender today, Lin Zhengduan couldn't help feeling a sense of revenge from the inside out. The more Fang Yuanshan hesitated, the happier Lin Zhengduan became.
The Iron Banner Sect represented by Lin Zhengduan, as one of the most famous and powerful sects in Yunzhou, ranks 561st in the Shenwu Kyushu Sect, and is a third-rate sect on the "Shenwu Kyushu". Yang Xingxiong, the head of the sect, is ranked seventh in the "Dijue Ranking", with a bloody banner in his hand. There is a poem praising: "The setting sun shines on the banner, and the wind blows like horses." Vigorous atmosphere, wide opening and closing, vigorous momentum!