Sure enough, the dance of the five girls was very popular with everyone. Some impatient male audience members stood up to watch, but were stopped by the patrolling orphan camp students.
After a while, the four female companions left, and then a man named Dahang came. However, it turned out that Yang Bailao liked Zhuo Dahang, a neighbor's man, and had betrothed his daughter to him a few years ago.
Great voyage.
Dahang is a hard-working, capable, loyal and down-to-earth person. The key is that he loves Xi'er very much. He is very similar to Yang Bailao when he was young, so Xi'er also likes Dahang very much.
Dahang brought some rice noodles to Xi'er, but Xi'er didn't want the two to get too close before the wedding, so she urged Dahang to go home. The two danced solo inside and outside the door, expressing their hidden love.
After Zhuo Dahang finally left, a gray-haired old man wearing a fur hat walked onto the stage. He smiled at the audience and sang: "I saved a lot of money buying tofu. At the end of the set, I weighed back two kilograms."
Noodles! Afraid that my boss would see me, he would kick me in my arms for four or five days!"
"My daughter has a flower to wear. Dad, I don't have enough money to buy it. I pulled on a two-foot red rope and tied it up for my daughter! The door god and door god rode a red horse and stuck it on the door to guard the house! The door god and door god carried a big sword and carried a big sword.
The little ghost can't get in! Oh, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, can't get in!"
This old man was Yang Bailao, who was hiding out to avoid debts. Although he still owed the Huang family loan sharks, he still bought some new year goods for his daughter. He tied the red headband on Xi'er, and the two danced together. On the stage
It was filled with the joyful atmosphere of the New Year and the affection between father and daughter.
But before the singing and dancing stopped, more than a dozen people suddenly came in. A few big men tore off the portrait of the door god posted on the door, and said with a smile: "Why are you still sticking it up to the door god? Are you afraid that we will come to your door? But the door god only drives away evil spirits.
, don’t care about us evil people! Hahahahahaha!”
When Yang Bailao saw this, his face turned pale and his lips trembled as he said, "Master Huang, why are you here?"
The audience below were stunned for a moment. Many people originally thought that Mr. Huang was a kind person, but looking at this posture, it seemed that he was not a good person.
A middle-aged man looked at the performance on the stage with disdain. He knew that it was all fake. These soldiers killed all the rich and good people in the city without any scruples. This time, there was no land distribution meeting, but
It's just to trick everyone into rebelling together.
He didn't want to rebel, but he didn't dare to get up and leave. He could only grab his son and curse softly the rebels and the actors on the stage. They were the ones who brought the chaos here. They were all bad people, very bad, very bad.
people.
Wu Qiudao was very satisfied with Huang Shiren's actor's appearance. He specially chose a kind-hearted old man because he wanted that kind of contrast.
Huang Shiren touched his beard, glanced appreciatively at Yang Xi'er who was hiding behind his father, and said with a smile: "Yang Bailao, you can't find anyone at the end of the year. What's the matter? You won't pay the rent? You won't pay the debt.
?”
Yang Bailao stepped forward and wanted to help Huang Shiren to complain, but he was knocked away by the thugs around him and fell to the ground. Butler Mu of the Huang Mansion cursed viciously: "Master Huang's clothes are woven from Shu brocade, so do you
Dare you come and grab me?"
"Hey!" Huang Shiren helped Yang Bailao and scolded lightly, "Steward Mu, have you forgotten the motto of my Huang family?"
Butler Mu quickly stopped and sneered at Huang Shiren: "Master, how dare I forget this? Harmony brings wealth, and benevolence leads the world. This is the Huang family's motto!"
"That's right!" Huang Shiren stroked his beard and said with a smile, "Yang Bailao, don't be afraid. My father named me Huang Shiren because he told me to maintain the tradition of kindness, love and respect from generation to generation in our Huang family!"
Yang Bailao stood up somewhat unexpectedly, and the audience listened curiously to Huang Shiren's lines.
"Every year there are famines, droughts and floods, and the farmers at the foot of Guillotine Mountain have no food to eat. Who kindly paid for your land, and then rented it to you for farming? This land is still the same land, and the people who farm it are still the same people.
, our Huang family is equivalent to giving money to you for free!"
"Whenever you have a headache and want to advance wages, when did I say I won't borrow the money?" Huang Shiren turned to look at the audience, "Do you think I can be called a good person?"
The audience was stunned, not knowing whether to answer, but some brave people answered directly: "You are Huang Dashan!"
Huang Shiren nodded with satisfaction, turned to Yang Bailao and smiled: "Look!"
But Yang Bailao said: "You can't say that, Mr. Huang, the price you paid for harvesting the fields in the famine years was also very low! And although the fields are in your name, all the exorbitant taxes and miscellaneous taxes have to be paid by us, the long-term tenant farmers, and we borrow money from Huang."
The family’s money goes out nine times and comes back thirteen times, how can we save enough to pay taxes?”
Huang Shiren narrowed his eyes: "What's wrong? I did good deeds and got a white-eyed wolf?"
Butler Mu came right up and slapped Yang Bailao, causing a big red mark on Yang Bailao's face. He scolded: "It is only natural that you must pay back your debts. If you don't pay back the money you owe, can you still handle it?"
Yang Bailao repeatedly admitted his mistake and begged, hoping that Huang Shiren could be granted more grace.
But Butler Mu said: "I've owed you for eight years, and I haven't paid back a penny. On the contrary, I owe more and more. No matter how long I extend your grace, it will be useless. I must pay it back today!"
Yang Bailao's mouth was bitter and he could only keep begging to Butler Mu and Huang Shiren. Butler Mu was impatient and started beating the person directly.
But Huang Shiren just pretended not to see it, and allowed Butler Mu to hit and kick Yang Bailao. Xi'er cried beside him, but he could not save his father from being punched and kicked.
The audience below were holding their breath while watching the plot. The middle-aged man holding his son didn't know what he thought of, and he grabbed his hand harder and harder. His son endured it for a while, and suddenly said with a cry: "Yeah, baby.
pain!"
Only then did the man react and quickly let go of his hand to rub his son's shoulders, and his son finally regained his composure.
Xi'er on the stage had no choice but to kneel down in front of Huang Shiren, crying and begging him to spare her father's life.
Huang Shiren asked Butler Mu and the thugs to stop, then slowly squatted down, touched Xi'er's face and said, "Xi'er, Xi'er, do you know why your father borrowed money from me without even asking for a deposit?"
Gave it to him?"
Xi'er cried and did not dare to speak. She shook her head to express that she did not know.
Huang Shiren smiled, stood up and said, "Because, you are his most precious pearl. Since your father still can't pay back the money, then you can use you to pay it back!"
Yang Bailao shouted: "No!!!"
Huang Shiren looked at Xi'er and said: "Xi'er, please think about it. This debt to the king of hell is just like the king of hell. If you can't repay the debt, then what it wants is your life! The road is in front of you.