The whole family crosses the desert

Chapter 57. A beautiful prayer for the eradication of the epidemic

Chapter 57. A beautiful prayer for the eradication of the epidemic

    As soon as she walked out of the alley, she heard a burst of shouting from the front. Jiang Zhaoci sorted out her clothes, raised her head, and found that the people in front of her were close to each other, forming a circle, and she didn't know what he was looking at.

    "It should be when people are coming. From Laba to Lantern Festival, they will come to Quantan Town. I watched it a few years ago, but it's amazing. You can play and sing, and you can do acrobatics. If you want to see it, go to the restaurant over there." Aunt Song pointed to the restaurant next to her and beckoned everyone to follow her.

    When she was in Yang Mansion, she was doing things and buying work, and the man was the housekeeper, so she could come out from time to time. Thinking of the man who was still guarding the door for Yang Mansion, she sighed in her heart, and she didn't know when they would be able to meet again.

    Putting away her thoughts, facing the oncoming guy, ordering some dried fruit, she walked in front and led the way for the people behind.

    Standing on the restaurant by the window, looking down from a high place, you can see very clearly.

    In front of the place surrounded by the crowd stood a man, wearing a short t-shirt and a long beard. His appearance was unremarkable, but his voice was unusually loud.

    "All the officials, can you see that the turntable is not there?" He tapped the large turntable with a diameter of about five feet with his hands. The flowers and figures on it were densely drawn. Jiang Zhaoci couldn't see exactly what was drawn on the turntable.

    "I don't want to talk big, there are thousands of things painted on this plate, if you don't believe it, just come and see, today, which characters I talk about, where my arrows will be shot, I will invite a few people at that time. Pull it out and see."

    As soon as the words fell, the man turned the turntable in his hand and stepped back ten steps, almost without aiming.

    He invited a few people to pull out the arrows, and the people he said were actually shot. A small hole was broken in the canvas and it returned to its original state.

    Everyone applauded, and the coins in their hands were thrown out one by one.

    Jiang Zhaoci couldn't help clapping her hands. Although she didn't see whether he was hit, it didn't prevent her from clapping her hands.

    "If you like to watch these, the performance of Wazi Goulan is even more exciting. In the skills of the pole, one person is holding a bamboo pole of more than 60 feet, and there are eighteen people performing on the pole. sword dance, Shenghua, etc., and the skills are also very superb."

    Yang Qingzhi searched and brought together the performances he had seen a long time ago, and he rarely lingered in these places in the early years.

    But thinking about what his master once said, the orders of parents and the words of the matchmaker are not as good as one's wishes and go with the flow.

    He didn't remember the rest of the words, he just knew what to do.

    He didn't look at Jiang Zhaoci, his hand was on the edge of the window, and his voice was clear and soft in Jiang Zhaoci's ear.

    "I've never seen such a skill before, ten years off stage, one minute on stage, it's always hard and tiring to do it."

    Jiang Zhaoci replied to his words, no longer dodging like last night, The two kept a one-foot distance, each standing beside the window.