Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

Perhaps it was because the Qing Fengnian troupe had gained fame here, so there were a lot of people coming to watch the show tonight. The streets, which should have been deserted at night, were now bustling with people, and most of the people were walking towards the stage not far away. The streets, which should have been wide, were now extremely crowded.

Jingzhi came out of the alley and turned around to join the crowd. After taking a few steps, he saw a person acting suspiciously in front of him.

She looked up and saw the man with shifty eyes, sticking closely behind a middle-aged man.

The uncle walked slowly, and he would push a yellowish piece of paper into the hands of everyone he met, saying:

"Tonight, there's a new play to celebrate the harvest year. Pan Jinlian tries to woo Wu Song but fails, so she complains to Dalang. It's guaranteed to be exciting! Come and watch it."

Seeing that he was busy, the man twisted the single beard with a big mole on his face with one hand, and hooked the purse that was swinging at his uncle's waist with the other hand.

Just as he was about to hook the hook, a candy gourd boy came towards him. The uncle stepped aside to make way and slipped a flyer into the boy's arms:

"Xiao Ding, why don't you go walk under my stage later? There will be more people there."

Seeing that the timing was not right, the thief quickly turned around and pretended to look at the ornaments on the stall, while secretly glancing at what was happening over here.

Xiao Ding smiled:

"Hey, boss, why are you personally handing out flyers today? Besides, don't I know what you're thinking?"

He put his mouth close to yours and said, "Hey, do you want me to go to your place and entice some greedy people to come and watch the show?"

The owner stroked his beard, bumped his shoulder against his, and gave him a wry smile:

"We're all just trying to make a living, so you're not losing out."

Xiao Ding raised his eyebrows:

"No problem, but you have to save a good seat for me later. I'm selling sunflower seeds here, and I can sell a bunch if you sit in the front row."

"You kid! Okay, okay, I'll leave it to you. Let's go together!"

After saying that, the two of them walked forward side by side, each with their own thoughts.

Jingzhi walked silently, still thinking about what had just happened, and couldn't help but glance at the little thief again.

As expected, the thief walked around the stall and quietly approached the owner again.

She gritted her teeth and her fists felt itchy.

How come such despicable people exist in every era?

At this moment, the thief's hand was constantly moving, as if waiting for the best opportunity to strike.

As the crowd swayed, the thief actually succeeded in hooking the string of the purse with his fingers.

At the same time, the man stuck close to the class leader, and with a quick shake of his other hand, a sharp dagger slipped out from his sleeve.

A cold light flashed, the rope broke instantly, and the purse fell steadily into the hands of the thief.

At this moment, a stone flew like lightning and accurately hit the man's hand holding the dagger.

He loosened his grip in pain, and the dagger fell to the ground with a clang. The sound did not attract much attention in the noisy environment.

Jingzhi heard it keenly. She moved quickly, grabbed his wrist, and twisted it behind her back.

At the same time, the other hand quickly pressed on his shoulder, and he kicked his leg hard.

Caught off guard, he lost his balance and instantly fell to one knee.

The thief gasped in pain, but he still turned around and threatened in a low voice:

"Little girl, let me go quickly, or don't blame me for being rude!"

Jingzhi snorted coldly and was about to take the purse back, but the crowd behind him was still pressing forward. Jingzhi stumbled, and the man took advantage of the situation and lunged forward. Just as he was about to use the trick of escaping from the shell -

Want to run? no way!

At this moment, Jingzhi was pushed hard by the person behind her. She simply used the force of his back to roll forward, grabbed his hands and twisted them backwards, like an eagle spreading its wings, while shouting loudly:

"A thief is stealing money. Everyone, please stay still and check if the money bag is still there!"

If you just stand by and watch when something happens, you will feel anxious when it happens to you.

The crowd immediately stopped pushing and shoving, and while cursing, they nervously touched their waists.

Taking advantage of the moment when the thief was feeling guilty and frightened, Jingzhi quickly snatched the purse from his hand and was about to knock him unconscious with a palm. Unexpectedly, his freed hand quickly picked up the dagger on the ground and swung it towards Jingzhi's throat.

A dazzling white light flashed by, and she instinctively raised her head to avoid it, kicking upwards at the weapon in his hand.

The dagger flew into the air. Jingzhi was afraid of hurting innocent people, so he jumped into the air and caught it steadily. As soon as he landed and stood firm, he found that the thief had disappeared without a trace.

"Damn! You run pretty fast!"

She was standing on tiptoe looking back when a hand reached out and patted her shoulder.

She was startled.

Does this thief have accomplices?

She gritted her teeth and grabbed his wrist with her purse, then instantly twisted his arm behind his back.

"Hey, hey, it's me. I'm not a thief. The purse in your hand is mine. Ouch! Let go! It's going to break!"

Her eyes flashed, realizing she had caught the wrong person, and she let go of his hand with a bit of embarrassment.

"Um...I'm sorry, I thought you were the little thief from earlier."

While apologizing, she returned the purse to him.

Well, it’s really unbelievable that the thief was caught by the victim.

The boss rubbed his shoulders with one hand and took the purse with the other. As soon as he raised his head, he was immediately stunned by Jingzhi's face and special temperament.

She had a graceful figure, a pair of slightly upturned almond-shaped eyes on her heart-shaped face, her slender sword-like eyebrows slightly wrinkled, her red lips tightly pursed, and she was looking at him with an apologetic look.

Her appearance was indeed beautiful and graceful, but he inexplicably felt that there was a kind of free and lively spirit between her eyebrows that ordinary women did not have.

He stared for a long time, and Jingzhi coughed lightly. The class owner finally came back to his senses and bowed awkwardly, saying:

"It's okay, thank you for helping me find my purse. It's a month's salary for my entire troupe. It would be very troublesome if I lost it."

As he spoke, he opened his purse, took out a piece of silver and handed it to me:

"Miss, if you don't mind, please accept it."

Jingzhi's eyes turned, and he pushed the silver back. Just as he was about to say something, his body was suddenly pushed.

"Hey, are you going or not? If not, don't block the road!"

"That's it."

"Sorry." She said softly, then pulled the boss to the side of the road.

"Miss, what's the matter? My troupe is about to start performing, and I have to go back quickly."

Jingzhi was slightly embarrassed. She twisted her fingers and saw that he looked really anxious. She gritted her teeth and said:

"Uncle, my...my daughter's family has had a sudden change, and now I'm all alone...I'm looking for a job, and I wonder...is your troupe still short of people?"

The class owner secretly glanced at her smooth, callous-free hands and felt a little embarrassed:

"You...what can you do?"

Jingzhi widened his eyes and patted his chest:

"I'm proficient in swords, spears, swords, and halberds!"

“………………Uh, I don’t lack guards.”

His troupe has many martial artists who have been trained since childhood, and they are more than capable of dealing with ordinary ruffians. What's more, he has a pillar of support, so what is he afraid of?

Speaking of the pillar of the family, he thought of the pillar's illness. The class owner was stunned and stood there, his eyes full of worry.

Jingzhi waved in front of him:

"I can do the rough-hewn work of a maid, serving tea and water, washing clothes... cooking. I'm not very good at cooking, but I'm very good at everything else. Boss? Boss? Are you listening?"

She raised her voice, and the class owner suddenly came to his senses. He thought about it and cleared his throat:

"Two cents a month, no need for you to cook, but you have to follow my troupe everywhere, and... the first month's salary will be halved. Are you willing to—"

"I'm sure!" Jingzhi agreed readily. He was so sleepy that he hit the pillow. Anyone who didn't agree would be a fool.

Seeing that she responded very quickly, the boss hesitated. He looked at the man in front of him carefully. Although his clothes were worn, he did not have the petty airs of a poor person. It seemed out of place no matter how he looked at him.

Just then, the sound of gongs and drums came from behind.

"It's started! Let's go!"

Jingzhi pulled his sleeve a little and rushed into the crowd again. The class leader staggered and had to jog to catch up.

……

As soon as Jingzhi lifted the bamboo curtain, he saw that the room was already filled with rows of people.

Seeing her standing at the entrance, the troupe owner hurriedly pulled her to the side, walked quickly up a few steps, and hid behind the curtain on the stage.

The sound of suona, mixed with the rapid beat of drums, was heard. The band was just to the side of the stage, only a few steps away from them. The band leader shouted in her ear at the top of his voice:

"Wait here. When he's done performing, I'll take you to find him!!!"

As a civet cat, Jingzhi's hearing is extremely sensitive, but at this moment he was almost deafened by the sound of the suona and his loud voice that hit his head.

Ah! I’m going deaf!

She only felt her head buzzing and she felt a little dazed. She could only frown and rub her cochlea, then nodded at him helplessly.

As for who the "he" the class owner was talking about, she didn't have time to care for the time being. As long as she could get in, it was good enough.

As she was thinking about this, a young male actor and a female actor slowly walked out from the opposite side of her.

The young man is tall and handsome, while the female actor is graceful but a little thin.

At this moment, she was holding a light pink silk handkerchief with her index finger raised to cover the lower half of her face. With her other hand, one slender finger was slightly bent, and she was dangling a pointed-mouthed wine jug. She took small steps, swaying with each step, and walked towards me with a hint of seduction.

The melodious, whisper-like, and heart-tickling operatic voice suddenly rang out:

"This wine is neither sweet nor sour, just what you want, Uncle."

"If that's the case, then let it go."

"It's better to catch it."

"lay down.

"Catch it."

"lay down."

The actress held her waist with the backs of her hands and threw her handkerchief behind her. Her charming and angry face was instantly revealed to the audience. There were wows from the audience, and some of the people who liked her beauty drooled all over the floor.

Jingzhi on the side seemed to be struck by lightning. She opened her mouth and looked at the familiar face in front of her that could not be hidden even by the thick stage makeup. Her jaw was almost dislocated with shock.