Li Zicheng said goodbye to Old Man Wang and took a walk on the street. When he saw an empty tea shop, he strolled in.
He didn't spend money carelessly when he got rich, so Lao Li only had a bowl of bad tea for two cents, and thought about things while he was digesting his food.
Now that the preliminary team is ready, it will be time to train the troops after the manpower is assembled. He cannot take care of dozens of people by himself, so he will focus on teaching a few "generals" first.
Then in the second half of the year, we will fight a few actual battles to see blood, raise some food and wages, and then recruit troops. After the New Year, we will officially raise the flag of rebellion.
In order to realize this grand plan of conquering the world, Li Zicheng had been preparing for thirty years when he was on Ceres.
He has read tens of thousands of written materials alone, and has memorized no less than a million words of content. As for various weapons and the like, he practiced in the winter and in the summer.
In fact, it doesn’t require much advanced knowledge. As long as the original version of Li Zicheng is correct and stable on some key points, it is not that easy for people to defeat him.
The newcomer Li Zicheng wanted to prevent his "foresight" from becoming invalid too quickly. He felt that it was best to stick to the original version in the first few years. Being a "rogue bandit" was the best solution under the current circumstances...
"Sir! Can you listen to a piece of music? I can also tell stories."
When the voice sounded, Li Zicheng turned to look.
An old man in his forties or fifties, with two boys, one girl and three children.
The four dusty people were dressed in rags, but they had all the musical instruments they brought with them, including erhu, suona, sanxian, cymbals, etc.
There is no need to mention the music. Storytelling in northern Shaanxi does not mean storytelling, but more about playing the three-stringed instrument and singing songs.
The local rich and gentry are all drinking tea and watching the scenery on the west corner of the county town. This fly restaurant is full of poor people who can't afford to spend money to listen to music.
But they were lucky enough to meet Mr. Li, who was suddenly rich.
Li Zicheng hooked his hand and said, "Come, sit down! You should also be an uncle. Bring me the erhu and I'll play a song for you."
"Don't dare! I'm just joking." The old man was obviously panicked.
He has traveled all over the country for more than 20 years and has never seen such customers. Besides, Erhu is a foodie, so he cannot be scared away by the young people in front of him.
Li Zicheng took out two taels of silver and slapped it on the table, "Just sit down if I tell you to, mother-in-law!"
The old man hesitated for a moment, and finally asked his three children to sit down shakily.
The boy glanced at the old man, and after getting the signal, he carefully placed the erhu on the table.
This erhu is probably older than the old man. The handle is black, the barrel is cracked, and it is tied with twine; the horsetail bow is thin and soft, and it seems that it will break if it is used hard.
The current erhu is slightly shorter than that of later generations, and the instrument has also undergone some changes, but it basically does not affect the performance.
Li Zicheng can play many musical instruments, but the one he is most proficient in is the erhu.
When you pick up the erhu, you will automatically have a tragic temperament of the death of the whole family and the disability of the body and the strength of the spirit.
Alas! There are two springs for success and two springs for failure.
So, forget about "Two Springs Reflect the Moon" and give them a song called "River Water"!
Li Zicheng auditioned, and then...
A low and hoarse voice sounded, sad, desolate, strands of strands, trying to be broken and connected again, like floating clouds that are uncertain and drifting...
The rushing river water never comes back
The river water that never returns brings my tears with it
Let’s not forget about my past
Too bad to mention, I don’t want to mention it
Don’t want to mention it again, no need to mention it again
Can't forget the past that must be forgotten, the past that can never be returned
My tears are flowing like those that will never come back
The river water that will never return...
Li Zicheng's deep affection.
The old busker was so mesmerized that he could remember his past life vividly. This piece of music was simply tailor-made for his decades of life.
He couldn't help but burst into tears.
If he hadn't held it back, the old man would have burst into tears right away.
The three little children were already in tears; the teahouse owner and waiters all covered their faces with their sleeves and were twitching non-stop.
This song is so fucking sad!
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."
At the door of the tea shop, a skinny young man had runny nose and tears mixed together, sobbing almost to death.
Li Zicheng stopped and turned around, shouting: "Donkey Ball, why don't you go and carry the urinal for Master Juren? What are you doing here!"
Li Daliang's family also lived in Changmao, and his father also took care of the funeral arrangements for Li Zicheng's father.
This kid has never won a fight since he was a child, and he never lost in a fight. Later he went to Aiju and became a slave.
"If you ask for a promotion, he will lick my buttocks! I will cut off two kilograms of meat and reward him with a donkey's day."
Da Liang wiped away his tears and left after speaking.
If he wastes time cutting the meat, he will have to lick his buttocks again when he gets back.
Li Zicheng turned around and asked, "Your accent sounds like you are not local?"
The old man wiped away his tears and replied: "People from Baishui. My family can't survive anymore, so I came out to seek a living."
Playing, playing and singing, and organizing weddings and weddings. However, it is not easy to have a full meal in this year.
Li Zicheng crossed his legs and said, "Follow me, I will take care of food and housing, but there is no salary. Do you want to do it?"
The old man can take the lead in forming a military band; the two boys can go back and be trained to be trumpeters; the girl can join the health team or be a secretary.
"This..." The old man was confused.
He secretly took a look and saw that the younger generation was wearing the same rags and disheveled hair. However, the piece of silver was clearly visible on the table. It was really puzzling.
Li Zicheng picked up the erhu again and said, "You can come and go as you wish, and it's up to you if you want to leave any day. I can also teach you a few songs, so you can rely on me to make a living in the future."
After saying that, the galloping "Horse Racing" played.
Is the hand speed of someone who has been single for more than fifty years child's play? It's done in one go.
The old man's eyes suddenly lit up, and he sincerely praised: "I have never heard of such a good piece of music, and I have never seen such skillful fingering. You are very capable."
This is true. Because music is connected, whether it is ancient or modern, it can mobilize emotions in the same way.
Not to mention the addition of the famous introductory song "Horse Racing", Li Zicheng can beat all current erhu artists just by relying on his fingering.
The old man no longer hesitated and slapped the boy on the head, "Kowtow quickly, I will reward you for your cooking skills."
The three children bowed their heads and bowed.
The older boy kowtowed and said, "Thank you godfather, thank you godfather..."
The old man kicked him and said with a smile on his face: "Your child is really good at flattering."
Among the three children, the eldest Zhang Nai is fourteen years old, while Li Laiheng and Li Huimei are eleven years old.
Zhang Nai was born into a small landlord family.1
Earlier, in order to save taxes, my father sent the fields to a large family. But later, the big family cheated and directly occupied the fields without acknowledging it.
Lao Zhang was so angry that he felt so miserable.
After his family was destroyed, Zhang Nai wandered around begging for food for two years. The year before last, he met a kind-hearted old man Li, who finally found a place to return to.
Brothers and sisters Li Laiheng and Li Huimei are the sons and daughters of old men.2
Although he is said to be an old man, Li Man is actually only thirty-four years old. He is just an old man who has been through years of hardships and has been ravaged by life.
After hearing the introduction, Li Zicheng was overjoyed.
As expected, there is no place to be found even after wearing iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get there.
Zhang Nai and Li Laiheng are both talented people.
Li Zicheng slapped the table, turned around and called: "Shopkeeper, serve the steamed buns."
This kind of small shop doesn't have anything good to eat. The main focus is mixed noodles, steamed buns and pickles.
Li Mantian and his three children made a meal together, and the girl Li Huimei alone ate five buns in the blink of an eye.
"You are a half-grown man who lives in poverty. Don't overdo it. You will not be hungry in the future."
To avoid tragedy, Li Zicheng had to shut them up quickly.
Li Mantian looked embarrassed, smiled naively and said nothing.
Zhang Nai was afraid of being disliked, so he quickly declared: "Godfather, one bun per meal is enough for me, and I won't eat more in the future."
Li Mantian punched him and scolded: "You think you are a landlord, and you still eat steamed buns every now and then. You want to eat shit!"
Li Zicheng laughed heartily.
After eating and drinking, he sent Li Mantian to take his daughter to the blacksmith shop to wait.
Li Zicheng took Zhang Nai and Li Laiheng on a shopping spree.
Dongdajie Street used to be the busiest commercial street in Mizhi, and almost all the shops were in the shape of shops in the front and houses in the back.
Most of the upper city in Mizhi are cave dwellings with backing, while the lower city is mostly independent cave dwellings. Local soil, brick and stone cave dwellings can be seen everywhere. Living in cave dwellings is really addictive.
I bought a lot of sewing cloth, rice, flour, oil and sauce, pots and pans.
The service attitude of the store these days is very good. Just give the address and it will be delivered to your door for free, so you don’t have to pick it up yourself.
After walking around East Street for a long time, the last item was left: pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
Li Zicheng entered Cuifangzhai with two young followers.
Unexpectedly, there was a room full of familiar people sitting inside. This chapter has been completed!