Lao Wutou is ready, and the "troupe" headed by Wen Qing has been waiting on the carriage outside the door for a long time.
Xu Yue and Xu Dalang picked up the twins, and Xu Da picked up the twins' luggage, nodded to Wang Pingping and Xu Erniang, and turned to leave.
There were not many people in the group. Including Xu Yue, three elders and two younger ones, there were twenty people in total. Before leaving the boundary of Youzhou, they all rode in carriages.
When we arrived at the border of Jizhou, in order to suit our status as a troupe, we changed to three bullock carts, two of which took turns seating people, and one of which pulled the props and luggage.
From Zhuoxian County to the Jizhou border, there are stations where you can rest along the way. It is basically a cement road. It is easy to walk on the road and the twins did not feel any discomfort.
When he was idle on the way, Xu Da took a Bagua disk and a handful of arithmetic chips to teach his two grandsons the art of calculation.
Xu Dongbei and Xu Pingyuan were very interested in this kind of metaphysical culture. They studied it and talked about the calculation formulas taught by Xu Dajie.
Every time at this moment, Xu Da would stroke his beautiful beard and smile happily, feeling satisfied.
However, these leisurely days ended the moment we set foot on the border of Jizhou.
Play when you should play, and be serious when you should be serious.
This trip south came with a mission, and the troupe was not just a cover, but an important part of what Xu Yue and others were going to do next.
Xu Yue is going to take the opera troupe and perform while walking to provide ideological propaganda and education to the people of Jizhou.
The great man once said that ideological emancipation is the real liberation. It is difficult for Xu Jiajun to win alone, but if the people at the bottom of the world unite, an era can be changed!
But before Xu Yue could implement her plan to perform in the countryside, the first hurdle came.
The Jizhou border army was particularly wary of people coming from Youzhou, and Xu Yue and others did not use a caravan as a cover. The troupe, which seemed to have no power and no money to draw, was inexplicably stopped.
Wen Qing is no longer the handsome man he once was, with a weak appearance, one step at a time, not knowing the sorrow of life, and only talking about elegance.
In the past few years, he has taken the members of the theater troupe to perform everywhere and traveled to every corner of Youzhou. Whether they were the former Tianhuang nobles or the current tenants who have made their own decisions, as the number of times he interacts with people increases, he
He has also become an old cunning guy who talks about people and ghosts.
Gongsun Zan's frontier troops were undoubtedly difficult to dispatch. The troupe's assets were visible to the naked eye, including three oxcarts, half a cart of dilapidated props, and the rest was just some simple luggage.
Wen Qing took the cloth and arranged the team leader to patrol here, and led the troupe into the Jizhou border acropolis smoothly.
Unexpectedly, less than a hundred meters after crossing Jizhou, a group of cavalrymen holding portraits stopped them.
Fortunately, Wang Pingping was not here, otherwise, she would have been able to recognize at a glance that the leader of this group of cavalry was the brother from the elite battalion who had fought alongside her that day.
That Mr. Qin Qian, whom she once killed to scare the monkeys, made the frog jump twenty times.
Seeing the tall man on the horse, Xu Da's heart skipped a beat.
He didn't know if the other party knew him, but he knew this person!
I still remember that I once had a drink with them, Mr. Qian, and told them not to argue with their mother-in-law who would punish her even if she was cruel.
Xu Da pretended to be the deputy squad leader, with a cloth on his head, a long beard on his face, and burlap clothes. He was holding Xu Pingyuan, who was dressed like a doll with a small face and a red face.
Xu Dalang also wore a wig to cover up his short hair, and also put on some makeup on his face. He looked like a silly, dark-skinned guy who didn't like to talk much.
Xu Yue was dressed like a little girl, with two big braids, and her appearance was not specially modified because very few people in the outside world had seen her true face.
Everyone knows that the female leader of the Xu Family Army is a girl, but when it comes to reputation in the outside world, the names Wang Pingping and Xu Qingyang are undoubtedly more famous.
The name Xu Yue is probably not as famous as the name Changshan Zhao Zilong.
She was dressed simply and carried Xu Dongbei on her back with a long and wide strip of cloth. She had her big eyes open and looked innocent and ignorant of the world.
When Wen Qing introduced her to Mr. Qin Qian and others, she also said that she was her junior sister who was leaving her hometown to find a life for the first time with a troupe.
Unfortunately, Wen Qing was interrupted by Mr. Qin Qian before he could finish his words.
"Men and women line up in two lines, and the children stand in front!" Mr. Qin Qian shouted coldly, without explaining the reason for doing so.
There were a lot of people stopped around, and they were also lined up and standing in the same manner. Then someone would come over with a canvas to look at it carefully, as if they were looking for someone.
Wen Qing turned around and glanced at Xu Da. Seeing Xu Da gently nodding, he endured his guilt and asked everyone to line up and stand in line.
Six women and fourteen men.
Xu Da exchanged Xu Pingyuan in his arms and Xu Dongbei on Xu Yue's body. Because he was carrying a child, he stood at the front.
While waiting in line, Xu Yue secretly took a look at the old lady's old team and saw a corner of the canvas in his hand.
The thin black lines were a sketch drawn with charcoal, with only one chin exposed, but Xu Yue was shocked when she saw it.
She could recognize the outline of her chin at a glance.
Xu Da also noticed this detail, and then heard several of Mr. Qin Qian’s subordinates muttering:
"We have been searching for half a month and have not found any suspicious people. We have not seen anyone in the portrait. Your Majesty said that the five traitors of the Xu family like to disguise themselves and sneak into the enemy's forces to investigate in advance. I don't know if it is true or not.
..."
Suddenly, the father and daughter both lowered their heads and looked at the twins in front of them, fearing that they would call someone out when they saw the portrait.
Xu Da was still unable to use the magic of divine consciousness transmission, so he could only feel cruel and lightly pinched Xu Dongbei in front of him, causing the little guy to turn his head and look at him with tears in his eyes.
Xu Da deliberately showed a fierce look, and Xu Dongbei, who had never been so cruel to his grandfather, immediately cried out in aggrieved "Wow".
When the brother cries, the twin sisters seem to have telepathy and pout in aggrieved manner.
Mr. Qin Qian was attracted by the movement and shouted impatiently: "Why are you crying!"
Xu Pingyuan successfully cried "Wow" and hid in Xu Yue's arms. He stared at the black-faced man yelling at him with fear and disgust. He moved his little fingers, trying to change him.
As soon as Xu Yue saw the little girl crying angrily, she knew that she was definitely going to do something. She grabbed her little hand completely before her little finger raised up, squatted down, and quickly warned her while coaxing her:
"If Hei Dazhuang comes over later and asks Pingyuan if he knows who the person in the portrait is, Pingyuan will immediately cry like he is now, you know?"
"When it's done, my aunt will reward you with delicious food later."
Xu Pingyuan, who was so angry when he heard the delicious food, was stunned and stopped crying. He tilted his head slightly and asked with his eyes: Really?
