The Legend of the Condor Heroes: From Being Expelled from Peach Blossom Island

Chapter 6: Performing Arts for a Living
The next day, Taoist Mo got up early in the morning and pretended to do the Five Animal Exercises, only to see Fang Xiu's face full of surprise.

Fang Xiu's originally fair and tender face had two big dark circles under his eyes. This guy almost couldn't sleep all night last night. He communicated with his father who was suspected to have the golden finger for an entire night. He tried all kinds of methods and even used multiple dialects, including English and Thai, but there was still no movement on the bamboo scroll.

It felt like it was forcibly lodging in Fang Xiu's consciousness, yet it had nothing to do with the host and didn't even bother to pay the rent.

"Fang family boy, your body is still not in good shape. When your leg is healed, come and practice the Five Animal Exercises with me. This is the authentic Taoist Five Animal Exercises, passed down from the Western Han Dynasty. If you practice it constantly, you will live a long life."

Fang Xiu looked at Mo Laodao speechlessly. He was in his forties and had lost half of his hair and seven or eight teeth. He looked like he was buried up to his neck in the dirt. How could he expect to live to be a hundred years old?

"Old Mo, it was your snoring last night that kept me awake. I need to catch up on my sleep now. It's your job to go to the east of the city to beg for food this morning."

"Can't sleep well? You should find a pillow first before you start talking to me.

Don't rush to sleep. I have prepared some medicine for Aku. You can feed it to Aku later. After taking this medicine, Aku will be almost well.

I'll go to the east side of the city. I washed my face clean today, and maybe the fat cook can give me two more pancakes."

Wash your face white and you can get pancakes from the fat cook? Does the fat cook want you to be old and not take a shower? Or is it because I look pretty and tender?

Fang Xiu complained in his heart and didn't want to pay any attention to Taoist Mo at all. He limped to the fire. The medicine would take some time and the little girl hadn't woken up yet.

After the medicine was ready, Fang Xiu coaxed the half-asleep Ah Ku to drink it. This time there was no meat bun as a base. The little girl's face wrinkled with bitterness. After she finally finished drinking it, she went back to sleep.

Fang Xiu took a short rest and felt that he had regained some energy. At this time, Old Taoist Mo had not returned yet, and he didn't know if he had been beaten by the fat cook. When leaving the east of the city yesterday, Fang Xiu listened carefully. In the quarrel between the two women, the fat cook was obviously at a disadvantage and sat on the ground crying.

It's impossible for a woman to calm down in one night. If Taoist Mo goes over to the fat cook to show off today, he might get scolded by her.

Mr. Mo is old and has no woman, and he doesn't understand female psychology. It is only right that he gets scolded and has spit on his face.

Seeing that the sun was rising high and the little girl was sleeping soundly, Fang Xiu decided not to wait for Taoist Mo and walked towards the market with his crutches.

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"Hangzhou's beauty is unparalleled, and the exotic flowers and plants along the West Lake are fragrant all year round.

In spring, you can enjoy the pink peach blossoms and green willows on Su Causeway, and in summer, you can enjoy the lotus flowers that fill the pond.

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A section of Taiping's lyrics for the Legend of the White Snake was completely learned from a certain troupe. It was sung in a clear and melodious voice by a child and immediately received a standing ovation.

Fang Xiu then told a few short jokes and even listed the names of dishes. Unfortunately, this required basic skills, and his naming of the dishes was fragmented.

But even so, the guests of Hongyun Restaurant cheered continuously after hearing it, and many guests who had no intention of coming here to eat were attracted by Fang Xiu.

In a short time, both the upper and lower floors of Hongyun Restaurant were full. The owner's face was smiling like a chrysanthemum, and his wrinkles appeared several times.

The shopkeeper followed Fang Xiu's suggestion and placed a table in the southeast corner of the restaurant. Fang Xiu stood behind the table. There was no wake-up stick or folding fan on the table, only the broken bowl he brought with him.

After the performance, a lot of copper coins were thrown into the broken bowl. Fang Xiu was so happy that he wanted to burn three incense sticks to Boss Guo in the Song Dynasty.

After lunch, most of the customers had left the restaurant. Fang Xiu, his mouth dry from talking, counted the twenty copper coins in his bowl and chuckled. Even if they only bought steamed buns, it would be enough for the three of them to eat for two days. But that wasn't the way it was. Fang Xiu counted out ten copper coins and placed them in front of the shopkeeper, saying, "Shopkeeper, this is my share of money for today. Please keep it."

The short and fat shopkeeper, who was always smiling, was also stunned at this moment: "Fang family boy, what do you mean by this?"

Fang Xiu clasped his hands together and bowed slightly, saying, "You've saved my life by lending me this place. I'm not naive. I have to pay the site fee. This way I can come here often and feel at ease."

The shopkeeper looked at Fang Xiu a few times and wanted to refuse, but the words "we often visit each other" made him give up the idea. He reached out to take the copper coin, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Fang Xiu had obviously changed. He was no longer looking at a child.

"Okay, from now on, that counter in the northeast corner will be your place. As long as the customers are satisfied, you can keep working there. You can charge whatever you want for the venue fee. You can eat lunch here every day. I heard you said you have a younger sister at home, so you can bring some for me when you go back.

Although you have a lame leg, you are sensible and know when to advance and retreat. You will be able to accomplish great things in the future. I will make a good relationship with you today."

Lunch was a little late, as was the norm for restaurants; they always had to wait until the guests left before serving the meal. After Fang Xiu finished his meal, he bowed to the shopkeeper again, holding a lotus leaf bag in his hand and returning to the abandoned house with his crutches, humming a little tune as he walked.

The lunch was delicious, the most comfortable meal I had since traveling through time. The food in the restaurant was actually leftovers, but they were not leftovers from the guests, but were specially portioned out by the chef before being served. It was not a sumptuous meal, but it was also a decent dish.

In the lotus leaf bag in Fang Xiu's hand, there were still warm and soft steamed buns, a few side dishes, and even some oil residue. After leaving the restaurant, he bought a few more buns. Ah Ku's life today was definitely not bitter. The little girl must have been smiling and shaking her head again.

Who would have thought that the foreign languages, math, physics and chemistry he learned before traveling through time were completely useless, and in this era he can actually make a living by watching a certain gang's crosstalk.

Now it's a stand-up comedy. When Ah Ku recovers from her illness, I'll teach her to be the supporting role. The audience nowadays is easy to fool. I can just say "go away" in the baby voice of a little girl. Others may not know what to think, but Fang Xiu himself must be very happy. From today on, he is also in the Yun class, and his stage name is Fang Yunxiu.

It's a pity that he had already made plans to leave as soon as his leg injury healed. Otherwise, opening a folk art club here would also be a good choice. How about Tingyunxuan?

As for the venue fee that is voluntarily given to the shopkeeper, it also comes entirely from the thinking of adults.

Relying on other people's sympathy will never last long. After a long time, you will get used to seeing the broken leg.

Today's performance was quite good and the shopkeeper was very satisfied, but it was still a kind of alms to Fang Xiu.

Once the venue fee is paid, sympathy and charity become a cooperative model, and only in this way can it be relatively long-lasting.

After begging for a few days, he advanced to performing arts. Finally, he no longer had to be taken advantage of by others. Fang Xiu felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart.

With hope for the future, Fang Xiu's legs didn't hurt as much anymore, and he walked a little faster than usual. But as soon as he reached the slums, Fang Xiu's expression changed immediately.

The strong smell of blood rushed into his nose, and the source of the smell was the abandoned house where the three of them lived.

He also heard sounds of fighting, cursing and screaming, one of which belonged to Mo Laodao.

Thanks to Hulujie, Miaosheng, Sea Beast, book friend 0111, and book friend 0470 for their recommendation votes. Hulujie is an old friend and is always the first to support me. Sea Beast is my old classmate, so I am just being polite to her on the surface. And Miaosheng, you were the first friend to leave me a message on the last book. I am very surprised to see you again. I wonder how many of my previous book friends I can see. I am looking forward to it.

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