In the town, there is a big gathering and the crowd is bustling.
Zhu Di and Zhu Xi came early and grabbed a good seat.
Zhu Zhen also followed, but he had nothing to do. He sat on the bullock cart and watched his two brothers stand.
It's been half an hour, and the two of them haven't finished their mental construction yet.
However, it is completely understandable that for a dignified prince to perform on the street, he does need to muster up courage and a considerable degree of self-paralysis.
Lao Liu could only curse secretly again, Father, this is not something human beings do...
"Performer! Break a big rock from your chest! Open a brick with one palm!" His Highness King Yan finally choked out a sentence, startling passers-by.
"Throwing knives while blindfolded! The tip of the gun is at your throat!"
Under his repeated shouting, some people finally stopped curiously one after another. When more than a dozen spectators gathered, the performance officially began.
The two brothers have been practicing martial arts since they were young. What tricks have they not seen in the military camp? They followed those old fritters from all over the world and learned all kinds of heresy.
The two brothers also know a little bit about these basic routines of performing tricks.
I saw the second child lying on a bench with his upper body naked, and Zhu Di placed a piece of bluestone stolen from an unknown source firmly on his chest.
When the second child's luck was over, Zhu Di swung a big hammer high.
Then he picked up the big hammer and hit the stone slab hard while everyone screamed.
With a click, the stone slab split into two halves!
Looking at the old man again, his chest suddenly stood up, shaking two stone slabs to the ground. Then he jumped up from the stool, and patted the stone residue on his chest without changing his expression, but he was unharmed! "Okay! What an awesome iron shirt!" the onlookers cheered loudly.
The two brothers felt proud at first, but then they lost their joy.
Because they were placed in the wooden basin in front of the stool, but it was still empty.
Seeing that no one paid, the brothers were not discouraged and continued to perform the rest of the show.
There are still many cheers and few rewards.
In the end, we received a total of thirteen cents, which was not enough for the five brothers to have a meal.
~~
The same thing happened several times in the next few days, with daily gains and no improvement.
Just when the two were discussing whether to end their short career as a busker and see if they could earn more by carrying big bags, Zhu Zhen finally couldn't help but said:
"Why don't you just concentrate on the show and leave the shouting and asking for money to me?"
"Are you okay?" The second brother didn't trust him.
"I can't break a big stone in my chest, but I'm afraid you two combined can't be as good as me if you talk about it." Starving to death was such a big deal that Zhu Zhen couldn't care less about hiding his clumsiness, and said domineeringly: "It's okay, let me try it once.
, anyway, it won’t be worse than Fourth Brother.”
"That's true." Zhu Di has discovered that he has no talent for shouting.
In fact, not only does he not know how to shout, he also doesn’t know how to ask for money.
In fact, Zhu Zhen doesn’t know how to do it either, but Teacher Guo, who slept with him every night in his previous life, taught many times how street performers should ask for money from the audience. There is also a professional term for this technique called ‘杵门子’.
But Zhu Zhen estimated that even if he taught his fourth brother the "杵门子" set of words, he wouldn't be able to shame himself into saying it.
Because that requires Cheng Qiang’s thick skin. Fortunately, Zhu Zhen’s face is up to standard...
Since he had to show off his skills, he didn't mind showing off his skills as well. He then taught his two brothers what performance rhythm was and how to incite the audience's emotions.
It must not be a slap in the face at the beginning and end before the audience is satisfied.
"Remember, the purpose of the performance is not the performance itself, but to make the audience happy. Only when the elders are happy will they pay for it!" His Royal Highness the King of Chu instructed the two brothers.
However, the songs he taught couldn't be sung. The two brothers, especially the second brother, still need time to understand the essence of what he said.
Fortunately, Wu Ge's mobile medical service business is developing quite smoothly. Although he can't make much money at the moment, he can harvest something like eggs, millet, and soybeans every day. He can barely make ends meet.
So he decided to rehearse well at home before going out.
Finally, Zhu Zhen decided to change places to perform and move their busking business to larger cities for development.
Oh, yes, he also gave the three brothers a very common name, Hong Jia Ban.
~~
Ten days later, Linhuai County East Street was lined with shops and a constant flow of people.
The liveliness here is second only to Yashu Street, but unlike Yashu Street where all businesses revolve around the county government, the business atmosphere here is stronger.
Let’s put it this way, when people go to the city to do business, their first choice is definitely Yashu Street. But if they want to shop, hang out, eat, drink and have fun, most people will still come to East Street.
There are not only restaurants and teahouses on East Main Street, but also many vendors selling snacks and performers...
Amid the gong sound of 'Dang Dang Dang!', a clear and loud child's voice sounded at the street entrance:
"Come on, come on, let's take a look. Throwing darts blindfolded, smashing rocks on the chest, breaking bricks with one palm, and the point of the gun is at the throat!"
But it was our Highness the King of Chu, who was beating a broken gong and shouting vigorously:
"Dear folks from Linhuai, don't miss it if you pass by! Those who have money will help out, and those who don't have money will support themselves!"
I don’t know whether it was his shouting that had an effect, or whether the people in the county just liked to watch the scene, but they actually stopped and formed a circle to watch the excitement.
His Highness the King of Chu is just a talker. If you really want to see the performance, you have to watch His Highness the King of Qin and the King of Yan.
I saw that the two brothers were only wearing small jackets, revealing their iron tendons. They opened up their postures, fists and kicks, fighting back and forth, fighting in full swing.
Zhu Zhen told them that this is called a warm-up. Don't rush to show off your unique skills first. The warm-up will attract people to you.
"Okay, okay!" It attracted a lot of people, and the crowd kept cheering, but Zhu Zhen held the gong in a circle and only a few actually threw money into it.
"Don't be in a hurry to ask for money, boy, we want to watch you throw darts while blindfolded, and your chest will be broken!"
"We want to see a brick being fired with one hand, with the tip of the gun at the throat!"
"Yes, we want to see a river of blood..." Everyone was watching the fun and booed without thinking it was a big deal.
But Zhu Zhen didn't panic at all. They had already rehearsed at home and knew what to do at this time.
He then clasped his fists at the crowd, learned how to use the "Pestlet", and said crisply:
"With our feet on the ground and our eyes on our loved ones, the city walls are so high that we all rely on the help of our friends. Our brothers are in trouble here because they have no money and no clothes.
We had nothing to eat, and I had heard that the folks in this imperial town were unparalleled in their kindness and righteousness. We didn’t ask for much, and everyone could pay for it. In order to reward us with a few copper coins, so that we could have a stable living, my two brothers risked their lives.
Go show off your unique skills to everyone!"
"Haha, your kid's mouth is full of tricks." Everyone was surprised to hear this, and it was so pitiful for the kid to talk.
Some benevolent people felt compassion and donated their bags one after another, throwing down more than a dozen copper coins.
"Okay, hurry up..." the crowd urged. In fact, most of them want to have sex for free.
"Friends who haven't given me money, do they have no money?" Zhu Zhen, however, was not used to them. He asked for money shamelessly and said: "It doesn't matter if you don't have money. We are a pair of poor people.
If you are a poor man, please stand back and don’t block your friends who gave you money!”
Now there are some thin-skinned people who don’t want to admit that they are poor people, so they also lose their coins.
