"If you don't mind, I'll squeeze a tent with me tonight. The outside is very damp, and I can't stand it after sleeping all night." After a meal, everyone became a little familiar with each other.

Although I still don’t know Wu Xuanzhi’s identity, I probably knew that he was not a bad person. Maybe he was a rich young man who had a conflict with his family and was running away from home.

"That's true, thank you." After the spine sword demon was born, he was already invincible with cold and heat. But he wouldn't mind sleeping more comfortably.

There were sixteen people in the opera troupe, and three tents were set up. Five female members slept together, eight men and one tent, and the headmaster slept with two and a half-old boys.

"Hey, yeah..."

Early the next morning, a layer of frost formed on the ground, a gust of north wind blew, and the cold air penetrated into the bones. On such a day, finding a warm quilt to bury it is the most comfortable thing in the world.

However, the troupe got up very early, and just as the genius dawned, they finished washing, either sucking their throats or exercising their hands and feet.

The two teenagers were pressing their legs under the scolding of the old headmaster, and their faces were almost drooping into bitter gourd.

"Now I don't practice martial arts, and when I grow up, I will be loose. Your senior sister and brother are not good. Whether our opera troupe can make a role in the future depends on you two." The old class master had a face, holding a newly folded willow branch in his hand, and watching the two young men move around, just whip it down.

The two teenagers maintained the same position for a long time, and sweat was seen on their foreheads.

"Oh, Mr. Wu, you are awake."

Seeing Wu Xuanzhi come out of the tent, the old headmaster turned his head and the expression on his face immediately turned from gloomy to sunny.

If someone can run around the world, he will still have this skill.

"It's really not easy to get up to practice qigong so early in the morning." Wu Xuanzhi sighed.

This is true in all walks of life. Who can really stand out is not crawling out of blood and sweat.

"We are the ones who run around the world, and play is fate. If you practice martial arts, you will have a chance at least. If you don't even want to practice martial arts, then don't do this as soon as possible. It's not a thing that can be used by Guangzong and ancestors." The old headmaster said half to Wu Xuanzhi, and on the other hand, he was reminding his disciples.

Who can come out to perform operas is not a child from a miserable family?

After hearing this, everyone calmed down and worked harder to practice.

Everyone practiced for another half an hour. Taking advantage of the gap, the old headmaster boiled some hot water, poured the remaining wild vegetables last night and boiled them, poured the paste into it and stirred it, sprinkled some coarse salt into it, even if it was morning tea dumpling soup.

Everyone was hungry. Although it was not delicious, they all ate very delicious, and they were slugging the bowl.

Especially those two and a half-old boys, although they are thin, they have a round belly.

"Mr. Wu, what are your plans for the next time? Where are you going?" The old class master took a sip of the bowl and then leaned against Wu Xuanzhi, talking nonsense.

Wu Xuanzhi really didn't think about where to go. He was coming out to survive the tribulation, so he could count wherever he went.

"You alone have no destination?" This is the first time that the old headmaster has encountered this situation after running around for so many years.

A rich young man was floating outside like this. I am afraid that it would be eaten by others for less than three days.

"Otherwise, you can follow our opera troupe. We can't guarantee anything else, but we always have some food to eat." After hesitating, the old headmaster asked tentatively.

Speaking of which, although the old headmaster is kind-hearted, he is not an old good person who is too kind-hearted.

The reason why he planned to take Wu Xuanzhi in was to hold the noble man's thigh. If this person was really a rich young man, their opera troupe would be able to get some friendship in the future. To take a step back, this person was really down and out. They just gave up a few meals and couldn't waste too much.

Wu Xuanzhi didn't have much objection when he heard this. It was the same for him wherever he went.

It’s not bad to follow the opera troupe and some people take care of food and drink.

Then he responded in one go

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"Little monkey, let's make a fuss for everyone and try harder." At a market, the old headmaster beat the gong and shouted loudly.

The boy next to him painted a circle of pink on his face, dressed as a short-term martial artist. He heard this and then he slapped seven or eight times, and then pierced his feet and landed steadily, with a neat and clean movement, which was very skillful.

The people around him applauded, and some of them were free of money and gave rewards. They threw a few cents into the gong with a bang.

After an afternoon of work, everyone was so tired that they were sweating. The hard money they earned in this industry.

In the evening, the old headmaster counted it and made a total of money. After deducting the 300 entries handed over to the local snake, only about 700 entries were left.

Today, everyone who plays the show has to give him fifty cents, and he has to save the other money in case of emergency.

Overall, life is still tight.

Wu Xuanzhi followed the opera troupe all the way north and gradually became familiar with everyone.

Everyone thought he was a rich young man, but he felt that he was not easy to deal with, but after getting along for a long time, he found that this person was actually not arrogant. He also had a wide range of knowledge, and he could speak well in both domestic folk customs and Western styles. Everyone even heard him say a few words of foreign languages.

These days, few people are literate, let alone those who speak foreign languages. A few kids beg and learned a few words.

For a time, what was the troupe doing to make fun of cats and clothes all day long?

This foreign language is no different from our Tangshan dialect.

"Dangdangdang."

The old class master knocked on the big iron pot, which was like a call order, and everyone who was practicing qigong rushed over.

Tonight, there is still dumpling soup, but I just replaced the wild vegetables with green vegetables, and I was willing to pinch two pieces of tofu into it. In this year of food shortage, tofu may be the most substitute for meat, and it can also supplement protein.

Everyone ate sweetly, but whatever they ate was so hungry.

However, Wu Xuanzhi had some thoughts.

"Teacher, these children are always healthy. I'm afraid they can't bear it." The average age of this troupe is not very old, even those senior brothers and sisters are still in high school in later generations.

"Hey, everyone is here. It's good to be full. Could it be that they want to eat big fish and meat?" The old headmaster didn't take his words to heart. He just thought that he was the problem of the eldest young master. These poor people can only be willing to see some meat during the Chinese New Year and during the holidays.

Whoever doesn’t want to eat meat must have money.

"Teacher, if you don't worry, you will lend me this opera troupe for one month and I will take you to make money." Wu Xuanzhi has long understood the current model of opera troupe with the opera troupe these days.

To be honest, he felt that the operation of the opera troupe was too conservative.
Chapter completed!