This is a somewhat exquisite small building. The reason why I emphasize it is because it was built for a stage.
The small building is about ten feet high, with a stage more than three feet wide in the center, and below it is the small warehouse of Fuhua Road.
In front of the small building, there is a large square with an area of nearly 1,000 square meters. It is already full of seats and the stools are ordinary low stools.
It is a low stool with four short legs, no taller than a brick, and requires people to sit cross-legged.
What kind of Xiangyue Tower is this? This is simply a small stage of the Republic of China in later generations.
Just like this, Jia Xu called on the residents to raise funds for the construction, which shows how difficult the life of Satellite City No. 13 was at that time.
After all, this is the only satellite city where no aristocratic families have settled, and the residents are all refugees and refugees from all over the world.
There were also VIP seats in the middle of the square, but Wei Cheng did not sit there. Instead, he looked at the several young men sitting in the VIP seats with interest. They were all children of small aristocratic families who had settled in several nearby satellite cities.
Jia Xu took Wei Cheng to a two-story house on the side of Xiangyue Tower, and arranged a good place for Wei Cheng to listen to music on the roof of the building.
Although the distance is a bit far, the sound can still be transmitted here due to the unique horn-shaped design of Xiangyue Tower.
"Your Majesty, the next person to appear is Mei Niang." Jia Xu stood aside and introduced Wei Cheng and Xu Ding.
Wei Cheng asked him to sit down and talk, but he refused and kept his posture very calm. He always remembered that he was just a steward of a satellite city.
Wei Teng nodded slightly and looked curiously at the woman playing the huqin on the stage.
Because the distance was a bit far, and the woman was carrying everyone on her back, and there were two little girls standing behind her, it was difficult to see clearly.
However, even though Wei Cheng didn't see her face clearly, the audience was already going crazy. Both men and women were shouting the name "Meiniang", and some people even started throwing copper coins on the stage to reward her.
At this time, the role of those two little girls came into play.
They risked being hit by copper coins and squatted down to pick up the coins.
Wei Cheng saw clearly that there was a girl who had been hit in the face several times by copper coins, but the smile on her face could not be faked. She was really happy, as if her life had suddenly taken off.
Compared with dignity, perhaps having enough to eat is the most important thing to them.
Wei Cheng doesn't have the heart of a holy mother to sympathize with the two little girls, but it doesn't mean that he is a hard-hearted person.
But the Internet celebrities of later generations taught Wei Cheng many profound lessons.
Wei Cheng still remembers one time when he was playing Douyin, he saw a girl from a mountainous area who was twelve or thirteen years old. She not only had to take care of her stupid mother, but also her disabled brother. She also had to go to school every day and feed the pigs after school.
She does the cooking, cleaning, etc. all by herself.
Wei Cheng couldn't help it at that time. He happened to be collecting medicine near the girl's hometown, so he purchased a lot of daily necessities and delivered them to his door.
result……
Those who act are all actors.
The little girl's family of seven or eight people lived in a small three-story foreign-style building, and their life was very prosperous. Wei Cheng even saw two BBAs in the garage. You know, he had just graduated from college at that time, and he didn't even have a car.
I didn’t even buy any Xia Li.
Therefore, you can have sympathy, but it also depends on who you give it to.
At this point, Xu Ding and Jia Xu felt a lot more relieved. In their opinion, it was good for the two little girls to have enough food and clothing. Being hit with copper coins a few times was nothing. It was better than being cold and cold and starving.
powerful.
Only the strong deserve to have self-respect.
Our ancestors have already understood this.
Han Xin was humiliated on the crotch because he was not strong enough at that time. Look how awesome he will be later.
Let’s talk about the beautiful girl on the stage.
This time, Wei Cheng finally saw his true appearance.
But when it comes to how beautiful she is, it’s not necessarily true. She just has fairer skin, bigger headlights, more revealing clothes, a dusty look on her face, and she even played the huqin wrongly several times. The only thing worth mentioning is that she is fairer.
What is commendable is that the singing is melodious
beautiful.
But Mr. Wei lives with beauties like Cai Yan and Diao Chan every day, and when he looks at other women, he really doesn't feel anything at all.
Wei Cheng shook his head in disappointment, but lost interest.
Just when Wei Cheng was bored, a person running back and forth in the crowd attracted his attention.
It was a boy of about seventeen or eighteen years old, holding a wooden cabinet in his arms. In the cabinet were some common dried fruit snacks.
Of course, these are nothing.
The reason why Wei Cheng was able to turn his attention to him was that although this man was young, he was extremely tall and could compete with Hao Zhao.
Under Wei Cheng's conscious or unconscious observation, the young man cast tangled glances at him at least three times.
He seemed to be making a difficult decision, and from time to time he would put his hand on the bottom of the wooden cabinet and fumble for something.
Wei Cheng frowned slightly and said to himself: "It can't be so unlucky."
From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the crowd again, and sure enough he saw several people like that young man, their eyes falling on him from time to time.
"Master?"
Xu Ding may have noticed something unusual and asked.
Wei Teng hurriedly signaled him not to act rashly, and then said in a deep voice: "Wen He, you are serious."
Jia Xu was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly raised his hands and said, "I'm so impressed by you, I just made a small suggestion. The main thing is that the villagers can be self-reliant..."
When Wei Cheng heard this, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that it had nothing to do with Jia Xu.
Then... who sent these people?
Looking at the dozen or so people who were constantly gathering towards him, Wei Cheng kept his eyes on Mei Niang on the stage. He seemed to be fascinated by the music and even hummed a few lines along with it.
But no one knew that Wei Cheng had something extra in his sleeves.
While looking at the beauty playing the piano on the stage, Wei Cheng said to Xu Ding and Jia Xu: "You two, don't act rashly, listen to me later, do whatever I tell you to do, keep the smile on your face now.
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Xu Ding and Jia Xu were startled at first, but then they quickly reacted and looked at each other and smiled cooperatively.
But their eyes revealed confusion and panic.
Wei Cheng didn't even look back, as if chatting, and said with a smile: "There are thirteen people in the crowd who are surrounding us. It seems they have bad intentions. Don't move around, be careful of their crossbows.
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Xu Ding pretended to be indifferent and cast a sidelong glance at the crowd. He couldn't help but feel extremely shaken. There were beads of sweat on his forehead. It wasn't that he was afraid of death, but that he was worried about Wei Cheng. They were leaving in a hurry and didn't bring any guards.
I thought nothing would happen as long as we stayed within Hedong territory, but I didn't expect assassins to sneak into the village.
Jia Xu is one of the top two, but he has finally made some achievements. What kind of trouble is this? You can't change to a new owner, right?
Just then.
"Get down!"
Wei Cheng shouted loudly and overturned the table next to him, blocking the way of the three of them.
Dong dong dong~
More than a dozen crossbow arrows were fired at the same time, half of which were aimed at Wei Cheng accurately. Fortunately, he reacted in time, not only lying down, but also blocking three of them with the table board.
Immediately afterwards, someone suddenly shouted from downstairs: "Wang Shuang, Wang Sheng, you two rush up with me, others will help us escape downstairs."
Then there was a commotion. Wei Cheng was lying on the floor, and he could even hear the footsteps of people stepping on the stairs and the sound of the wooden boards creaking and rubbing.
"Bo Yan, stop the three people at the stairs." Wei Cheng stood up from his knees and shouted to Xu Ding behind him.
After all, Xu Ding is a swordsman and the owner of the Yitian Sword. Although his martial arts skills are not very high, he was once Wei Cheng's personal guard. As long as he occupies a favorable terrain, he should have no problem stopping the three of them for a while.
After Wei Cheng finished his instructions, he took out the sand eagle from his sleeve.
Phew~
As soon as I looked out, I saw an arrow flying past my scalp.
"grass!"
Wei Cheng was startled and shouted to the crowd: "Listen, everyone, take down the assassin downstairs. The one who succeeds first can go directly to the city guard."
Unfortunately, the crowd in the square was so loud that Wei Cheng's voice was directly covered up.
Wei Cheng cursed secretly again and looked back at the stairs. Xu Ding had already started fighting with the assassin. The stairs could only accommodate two people passing through at the same time. Xu Ding relied on the sharpness of the Yitian Sword to temporarily stop the three people who were rushing up.
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Jia Xu, on the other hand, held up the table and pressed against the railing of the stairs, preventing the other free assassin from climbing up.
When Wei Cheng saw this, he frowned and said, "Wen He, get out of the way."
Jia Xu turned around and looked at Wei Cheng, only to see Wei Cheng holding a shiny silver object towards him. To be precise, it was the assassin behind the railing.
"Get out of the way." Wei Cheng shouted.
Jia Xu hurriedly rolled back, rolling to one side along with the table, and his head came into close contact with the floor, causing him to bleed.
Wei Cheng squinted his eyes and saw that the assassin was holding a broad-bladed weapon that looked like a watermelon knife, and he cut off several railings with a ferocious expression, and was about to climb up.
"Anyone with the surname Wei will be killed if he commits many unjust acts. Today is yours..."
Boom!
After the huge explosion, the whole world suddenly became quiet.
The two assassins who were fighting with Xu Ding, Xu Ding and Jia Xu, and even everyone in the square, as well as the actors on the stage, all looked in the direction of Wei Cheng.
A trace of pain flashed in Wei Cheng's eyes. Sha Ying's recoil was so strong that he felt as if his shoulder was dislocated.
Fortunately, the assassin was also shot in the shoulder. Wei Cheng endured the pain, aimed at the head and pulled the trigger again.
Bah~
"Sheng'er!"
The dazed middle-aged assassin dropped his weapon and hugged the fallen young assassin.
Wei Cheng looked at the middle-aged man, turned back resolutely, faced the silent crowd, and shouted: "Catch the assassin downstairs, and the first person to do it will be directly promoted to the city guard and rewarded with hundreds of acres of fertile land."
"It's Mr. Wei Shi!"
This time someone finally heard it and saw Wei Cheng.
"Assassin, what assassin?"
Everyone looked at the ten people gathered around the small building.
"Isn't that Wang Laoer's family who just moved here?"
Obviously, the disguises of these ten people were very good. Many people in the crowd even recognized them and looked confused. How could their neighbor become an assassin?
Fortunately, some people responded quickly. After all, not everyone knows these people.
"Come on, catch them and dare to assassinate the Commander-in-Chief of the Guards. It's so boring to live."
Someone took the lead, and dozens of men immediately rushed out from the crowd, holding low stools as weapons. They blocked the crossbows of the ten men and charged like a bull. When the people behind saw this, they imitated what they had done and started fighting for it.
Credit.
After dealing with the ten people downstairs, Wei Cheng looked at the middle-aged man holding the dead man and another young man, the one who was sneaky at the beginning.
"Who sent you?" Wei Cheng pointed the sand eagle at the middle-aged man.
When the young man on the run saw this, he stood in front of the middle-aged man without fear of death, staring at Wei Cheng with his big eyes.
A hint of unbearability flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, he pulled away from the young man and said sadly: "Wang Shuang, it's over, everything is over."
"Father!" The young man burst into tears. He looked at the young man in the middle-aged man's arms and couldn't stop his tears from falling. "Brother Sheng..."
The middle-aged man handed his dead son to the young man, stood up, bowed his hands, and said, "Wang Ying has met Mr. Wei Shijun."
Wei Cheng frowned slightly, "A member of the Wang family in Taiyuan?"
Wang Ying smiled bitterly, "Where is the Taiyuan Wang family?"
Wei Cheng looked at him expressionlessly.
On the other hand, Jia Xu suddenly said: "Wang Ying, I'm from Longxi. I'm from a collateral lineage of the Wang family. You've hidden it so well!"
Wang Ying looked at Jia Xu, cupped his hands and smiled
He said: "Guanshi Jia is worthy of being Guanshi Jia. If Wang didn't hide it deeper, I'm afraid you would have recognized him a long time ago." As he said that, he lifted the sweat towel and wig off his head, revealing a fairly resolute facial features.
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Wei Cheng calmly pulled up the chair that had fallen aside. After sitting down, he straightened the collar of his clothes.
"Tell me, besides the thirteen of you, is there anyone else?"
Wang Ying's expression changed, he looked at his dead son, and said sarcastically: "Wei Shijun was just joking. Since it has been exposed, there is no need for Wang to confess the others, so let them stay here and give you daily care."
Wouldn't it be nice to add more blockage, hahaha."
When Wei Cheng heard this, he smiled slightly and said, "Well, there are really only thirteen of you, so we can catch them all at once."
Wang Ying was stunned and shouted: "I have more than thirteen descendants of the Wang family outside. Today Wang and others admit defeat, but you Wei Zhongdao can't even think of living in peace and quiet, hahaha."
Wei Cheng waved his hand nonchalantly and said, "No need to be alarmist. If there really were so many people, you would have swarmed us all."
Wang Ying was speechless for a moment, his expression became gloomy and he stopped talking.
At this time, the voice of the city guard came from downstairs.
Wei Cheng looked over and saw that several city guards had subdued the ten people downstairs. It looked like they were all dead, and they didn't know what they had just experienced.
Wei Cheng turned back to look at Wang Ying and the young man named Wang Shuang, and said in a deep voice: "All of your people have been restrained. It's up to you two to decide whether you want to continue to kill me or to just surrender and be captured."
Wang Ying's eyes twitched and he looked at the sand eagle in Wei Cheng's hand.
Although he didn't know what kind of weapon it was, he just saw with his own eyes the tragic scene in which his son was shot.
Not only was there a big gaping hole in his shoulder, but half of his head was blown open.
A feeling of powerlessness arose in his heart. Wang Ying looked at his adopted son beside him, knelt down with both hands and begged: "Please have mercy on me, the Commander of the Guard. Your sons are not of my Wang family's blood, and what happened today is nothing."
The king planned it alone, and he has nothing to do with it, so I ask you to spare his life."
Wei Cheng looked at the young man who was running away crying, then looked at Wang Ying, shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, none of you thirteen can survive."