Si Baozi held the child in his arms as if he had found a treasure, and hugged him so tightly. Xiaoman stretched out his fists in his arms and beat him continuously, as if he was venting his dissatisfaction and resentment towards the entire world on Si Baozi.
On the body.
They have been in Harbin for so many days. There is only a courtyard wall between the two places where they live, and no one knows the existence of the other!
Xu Ruifeng's nose felt sour when he looked at it. This kid looked a little bit like Si Baozi, so he wouldn't have mentioned it when chatting. However, the two of them looked too different, right? Xiaoman still looked like an ordinary person.
Child, but Sibaozi looks like a wild boar that has become a spirit.
"Come, let dad take a good look at you."
Si Baozi let go of his hand, put the child on the ground, and looked at it carefully. He looked at it with such meticulousness that he wanted to take off the child's hair and check it by the roots.
"I'm taller and thinner."
Si Baozi couldn't say anything, so he could only recite these two sentences back and forth. When he rolled up Xiao Man's sleeves to see if the child's arms were strong, the whip marks on his arms instantly drove him crazy!
"Who hit me!"
Mandu Ratu took a step back, put down his sleeves, turned back silently, and looked at Xu Ruifeng for help.
These days, Xiaoman developed a habit of talking to Xu Ruifeng. Gradually, he regarded Lao Xu as his spiritual mentor, so he still looked back at Lao Xu even in front of his father.
Xu Ruifeng pushed the child's shoulder with his hand and pushed him forward: "Don't be afraid, that's your father."
"If there is anything you can say to him, it will be more useful than talking to me."
For a moment, tears fell frequently from Xiaoman's eyes, and he said word by word: "When my mother came to Beiman to look for you, she was tricked into throwing herself into the river. I could only beg for food in Beiman..."
Si Baozi lowered his head. He had been in the world all his life, but in the end this was the result.
Jianghu, there is no use for it!
"Someone gave me a big bowl of dirt porridge and told me that I could make a living by working in their house, but they took me to that place, that place..."
Xiaoman was trembling all over, and he approached Sibaozi cautiously and said: "The children in that place are all children. They gave these children a medicine to drink, made them mute one by one, and then let them in.
Practice picking up soap in scalding boiling water, and when you're done, throw the person out on the street and be watched stealing bags."
This kind of thing is not uncommon in the Northeast, and there are even more cruel ones.
The old beggar used to make a living from this before he met Xu Ruifeng, but it was only after he met Lao Xu that he gave up this thought.
"Then how did you escape?"
Xiaoman said: "I have a loud voice and strong strength. When those people poured medicine into me, I shouted as hard as I could. The leader of the class was singing in Beiman at the time and lived next door to us. After hearing my voice, he made a special trip here.
, bought me back."
There are many types of troupes, such as those that specialize in performing in certain theaters, and those that wander around the Northeast. There is also a smaller group that wanders around villages and counties. They usually invite a play for autumn harvests, weddings, and weddings in any village.
Just make this money. But this kind of theater troupe has great turnover of personnel. For example, if a theater owner is short of people, he will recruit people from this kind of place. After all, they are all experienced hands and do not need to be trained.
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What to do if the theater troupe is short of people?
It's very simple. They buy a lot of children from traffickers. They usually let these children do some chores in the theater troupe and learn opera. After they learn it, shouldn't they go on stage to make money? Generally speaking, in this kind of theater troupe,
After working for a few years, you will understand the principle of people moving to higher places. Then when the theater owner comes to recruit people again, how can they stay? So, the theater troupe has to pull up one of the children in hand, and so on.
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Therefore, the opera troupe, that is, the Tiao Ding who sings duets, is considered to be a member of the world.
Theater owners don't count.
Logically speaking, we have to thank the opera troupe boss for this. Without him, you still might not know what has become of your child. He might be begging for food in some corner of Beiman. Yes, Xu Ruifeng promised to help him find it.
But would he dare to recognize it if he found it? He was not the child's biological father. He didn't have the familiarity to recognize the child at a glance. On the street, all those little beggars had dark faces and hair several feet long covering their faces. Who would dare
Are you sure you can recognize it?
Now this child has both arms and legs, isn’t it great?
But Si Baozi didn't think so, and he didn't want to think so either.
Now that the child has been found, whoever bullies the child is seeking death in his eyes.
"Si Bao Zi, hey, Si Bao Zi!"
Si Baozi's eyes were all on his son, and even Lao Xu said hello without caring: "Master."
"My child just said that he wants to eat pork ribs and stewed beans."
"have!"
Si Baozi immediately got up, returned to the house, and took out the remaining pot base.
"Eat." He put the dishes on the table and finally smiled when he looked at the child.
Xiao Man was also really hungry. He didn't even have chopsticks in his eyes, so he grabbed a piece of spare ribs and gnawed on it, while the oily soup dripped down smoothly.
After finishing the piece in a few licks, the boy actually looked at the bowl again.
Si Baozi picked up the bowl and put it directly into Xiaoman's hand: "Put it in and eat it, it's all yours!"
Xiaoman smiled, with the meat foam in his mouth still sticking to his teeth. He held the bowl in one hand and picked up another piece of meat with the other, and bit it down hard.
"Wang Ming? Wang Ming!"
Xu Ruifeng shouted into the room: "Heat some hot water and let Si Baozi give his son a bath later."
"What? Fourth brother's son?"
This time everyone came out of the house. At the moment when the chef stepped out, the child not only wasn't afraid at all, he even opened his mouth and shouted: "Aunt Mao!"
The chef looked at Si Baozi in surprise, and Si Baozi shook his head.
He didn't want to say anything anymore. Seeing his son again made him feel that God was not kind to him. Now he would wait until he finished eating and let the child talk about what happened in the past few years.
When, when, when.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door.
When Bai Ling turned around and opened the door, a little old man stood at the door and said, "What, please ask if our children are playing here with you?"
What's the point of asking? The two families are separated by a courtyard wall. Who can't hear the noise and shouting here?
"exist."
Bai Ling let the person in.
Xu Ruifeng came over with a smile on his face and asked: "Who are you?"
The man said something: "I am not talented, I am the leader of the theater troupe next door."
These words struck Si Baozi's heart. He let out a loud "ouch", and Wang Ming was knocked over by an arm beside him. When he got close to the troupe leader, he "touched" and clasped the opponent's collarbone with one hand.
, the other hand reached under the crotch, and raised the other person's body horizontally above his head: "How dare you hit my son!"
Snap!
It hit the ground directly, and the troupe leader lost his breath from the fall.