Listen to books and keep your mind at the play. In the years when entertainment is lacking, the people may not have such an understanding, so even a bad performance will attract many idle villagers.

After dinner, Meng Youtian and Xiaoquan and others came to Guandi Temple. A fire had already lit up here, and the blue smoke rose. People had already surrounded them. There were children inside, and the latter floor was adults who either squat, sit or stand.

After greeting his acquaintance, Meng Youtian found a broken brick and sat down. Yang Jingyun and his wife also came, and Qin Lianfang and other girls gathered together to joke with a few sisters who had just met in the village, while the children were rushing around like monkeys, laughing and joking.

The blind man was ready, and the boy beat the drum, and people suddenly became quiet. Several children were ignorant and were immediately scolded by adults.

The blind man bowed to the people first and said, "Enjoy everyone helps me. We must sing a few more songs and thank you for your kindness. I will sing for December first, and then start singing the little nun down the mountain."

With a loud rumbling sound, the blind man sat on a broken wooden pier and sang: "In the first month of the year, the gongs and drums are coming, and the poor are so anxious. People are happy to watch the fun. Who should take care of us when we go to work? Poor, poor people are so anxious. In February, the dragon raises his head, and we stick to the soil to suffer, carry the soil and raise manure and sand to fill the wind and sand, and the landlord eats cakes and wraps big meat. We are carrying steamed buns."

"March is Qingming Festival, and everyone is visiting the graves. My father's grave is in Shagang. If he doesn't die, he will be a long-term worker. He lights paper and shouts. On April 8th, the Empress Temple will send babies in the temple. People have money to do it for their children. Let's drive donkeys to jump over for others. Who can I raise my dolls to give it to me?"

"In May, it's the Dragon Boat Festival. The landlords eat rice dumplings and dip them in candy. We swell our scalp to hoe the ground. We suck our stomachs and starves. The cakes we sent were mixed with thick bran. In June, we came to the wheat autumn. We savored the snowflakes and white flour owners tasted them. We touched the scalp to make hot pot. The landlords took a fan to cool off. We couldn't eat them even after half a year of working."

"It's been half a year in July, and the wheat is piled up into mountains. The big stockpile is full of small stockpile flowing. The grains of wheat are human oil. What's the point of the poor? The moon is bright in August. Who is the poor feeling sorry for the suffering? The rich man reunion eats fruits and vegetables, the long-term workers divide the moon cakes, and the moon shines on the window to guard the cowshed."

"In September, the north wind blows, and the frost falls, the beginning of winter comes. The rich man wears a fur coat and a vest. We wear sweatshirts and no one sews. Those who have no money suffer from poverty. On October, every household sends cold clothes. The living poor man is frozen, and the dead cares about him. I am so cold that I am covered in chicken skin."

"In November, heavy snow fell, four busy seasons passed, and the landlords didn't need to live. The poor man went home to burn the kang, and owed a lot of money. In December, it was so pitiful that the matchmaker came to beat the door knocker. I looked through the crack of the door. I didn't make a penny this year."

After the song was sung, some people sighed and some laughed. Old Zhao'er stood up and said to the blind man: "We have no money for our poor village, and we have to pay for food and drink. I'm really sorry."

"I dare not, I dare not." The blind man bowed, "It is enough to have a stuttering and drinking. All the poor in the world are the same. Where can I get the remaining money? I am blind and not blind, and I can see everything clearly. I will sing to you a little nun down the mountain, please give me a thumbs up."

Meng Youtian narrowed his eyes slightly and stroked his forehead. When the blind man bowed his hand just now, he saw a tattoo on the blind man's wrist. He felt familiar and couldn't help but touch his chin and think, and he didn't even hear anything the blind man sang clearly.

Someone brought the boiled hot water. The blind man's bag was filled with cakes, and the kind-hearted man brought the hot porridge and pickles for rice from home. The blind man and the young man thanked him repeatedly. Seeing that it was getting late, the two decided to rest in Guandi Temple for a night and go on a journey tomorrow.

Meng Youtian raised his head and looked at the blind man with a smile. He had already remembered where he had seen this person, but he admired the person's makeup skills. He was just a little uneasy and didn't know what they were doing when they came to Shili Village?

The crowd slowly dissipated. Meng Youtian took a round, took a bottle of local wine, and came to Guandi Temple alone. There were only some embers left in the fire on the ground in the temple. The blind man sat on the threshold of the ear room, pulling the strings one after another, making a thud and thud sound.

Meng Youtian walked over silently, sat down next to the blind man, and said with a smile: "Where can we meet old friends without wine? Fourth Master, I will do it first." As he said that, he pulled out the plug, took a sip, and put the bottle in front of the blind man.

Xiao Guanghe, the fourth master of Jiulong Hall, stopped his hand, and then returned to his calm expression. His eyes rolled over and ejaculated. He didn't say anything, took the bottle of wine from Meng Youtian's hand and took a big sip.

Meng Youtian pondered for a moment and said slowly: "Fourth Master, you have come to our small village in a condescending way. I wonder what you can do? The water here is shallow, so I am afraid that you can't support all the heroes of Jiulong Hall!"

"We don't want to stop here, you don't have to worry about it." Xiao Guanghe smiled faintly and said, "What? You are still a manager in this village, but you are worried about this. You don't know that our Jiulong Hall does not bully the people, what are you afraid of?"

"I'm just talking about things that I'm in charge." Meng Youtian didn't understand the intention of Jiulongtang, so he raised his value without hesitation in order to get more information from Xiao Guanghe. "The Fourth Master would like to give me a clear idea so that the group of naughty young men who just picked up guns in my village would have misunderstood the heroes of Jiulongtang."

Xiao Guanghe looked at Meng Youtian and said, "Just relying on those broken guns? You don't know the strength of our Jiulong Hall. Even Du Kui, Liu Kunyi, and Liu Lizi dare not make any misunderstandings with us."

Meng Youtian smiled and said without giving in: "How strong are the Japanese? We don't still have the sign of the Anti-Japanese Village Protection Group. Even if they call, we will still do it with them."

"Hey, there's such a strong sense of energy!" Xiao Guanghe nodded in admiration and said, "This is to tell me. If Boss Liu hears it, it will be in trouble."

"I know that the Fourth Master is a reasonable good person. Kowloon Hall is a generous hero, so I dare to pluck up the courage to say it." Meng Youtian naturally put a high hat on Xiao Guanghe and Kowloon Hall.

"Don't compliment me, compliment Jiulong Hall." Xiao Guanghe smiled, picked up the bottle and took a sip, and said, "It's not your turn to have sex with the Japanese now. Our Jiulong Hall is going to meet them with the sword."

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