"Oh, who is this? I'm sitting at our doorstep in darkness, trying to scare you." He heard the sound of a gentle voice, and it seemed like a woman.

The man held a lantern and took pictures on Ye Xiaotian's face, and suddenly leaned over and lowered his head. The man was standing just now, and the lamp was in front of Ye Xiaotian's eyes, making Ye Xiaotian unable to see anything. When he lowered his head, a big face suddenly appeared in front of Ye Xiaotian, which scared Ye Xiaotian.

The white thorn thorned his big face and grinned his teeth. The pink foam fell from his face, but his eyes were like Ye Xiaotian's and his family's blessings, and it was black and black. His mouth was giggling, with eight cherries as big as the mouth of the small mouth, and it was painted red, as if he had just finished gnawing the child.

"Ghost!"

Even though Ye Xiaotian was bold, he couldn't help but scream, and he couldn't faint.

"You're so damn!"

The man stretched out a short, thick and fat finger and nipped it on Ye Xiaotian's forehead. Ye Xiaotian immediately became dizzy. I don't know if it was scared by him or poked by his carobo-like fingers.

"I'll ask you, why are you doing quietly sitting in front of my house? Oh..."

The man took back the "Huluobu", pinched an orchid finger, and said delicately: "I understand, are you here to work in my house?"

Ye Xiaotian also realized that this man was not a ghost, but a man, but he just didn't understand why he was wearing heavy makeup, which was even more excessive than a woman. Ye Xiaotian wanted to get up and leave, but when he heard the word "working" and Ye Xiaotian, who had touched the wall for a day, suddenly lit up his eyes and asked, "This sister... brother... shopkeeper, are you recruiting workers here?"

The man took a lantern to illuminate Ye Xiaotian again, and was overjoyed: "Well! Look, your eyebrows are pretty, especially your small mouth, which looks even more painful, and it looks good. I just don't know what other abilities you have?"

Ye Xiaotian touched the wall for a day and had long lost the arrogance he had when he was just unearthed in the morning. When he heard this, he felt guilty and asked carefully: "But I don't know what kind of business you are doing here and what skills you need. I can't tell the quality and origin of the cloth, nor can I speak Miao, Yi, local, local, and as for the stone locks that are about 100 pounds... they can't dance..."

The man chuckled his fingers with orchids and giggled, like a female duck who had just entered the water: "Oh, I can't tell that your little mouth is quite funny and can speak whispers, it's done! That's five points. Can you sing songs?"

Ye Xiaotian was a friend of the people when he was in the capital. When he heard the song, he was immediately energetic and nodded quickly and said, "Yes! Will you know! You're serious and nice to sing songs."

The man smiled and said, "That's it, come with me."

Ye Xiaotian got up, and was overjoyed to follow the man behind him. Seeing his hips swaying left and right, he was about to fall apart, and he was so fat that he was so full that he was up and down. He quickly looked away and asked, "Shopkeeper, haven't you asked you for your honorary name yet?"

The man slapped the bear paw that was comparable to Fuwaer in the air, and smiled and said with a sweet smile: "What the shopkeeper is not a shopkeeper? It sounds like a freshman. My surname is Zhang, and everyone outside calls me Brother Zhang. But our yard is full of my own brothers, and I only call my stage name - Fenglinger."

"Ah Yeh!"

Ye Xiaotian sneezes by the pungent fragrance of his body. He rubbed his nose and thought to himself: "Stage name? No wonder he looks like this. It turns out that this is a theater."

As soon as he knew that he was a theater boy, Ye Xiaotian couldn't help but feel worried. He thought that the song was pretty good, but the fans were fans. How could he compare with those actors who made a living by singing opera? Ye Xiaotian opened his mouth and wanted to say it, but suddenly swallowed it again. He finally found a job, but he was unwilling to lose this opportunity again.

Ye Xiaotian looked at the shaking "wind chime" in front of him, and thought to himself: "He may not have asked me to sing operas, probably to move props, play drums, cymbals, etc., and then go to the stage to play supporting roles when needed. Well... that must be the case!"

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Not long after Ye Xiaotian disappeared from the door with Feng Ling'er, the faint door was pushed open with a "bang". Two Miao men with swords broke into the door and stood left and right, with great momentum. Then a Miao girl with silver light shining around her body stepped in.

If this Miao girl looks carefully, she is actually a pretty girl, but her eyebrows are full of vitality, diluting her charm. She stood in front of the door with her hands on her back, sweeping her eyes, and showing off her power without anger: "He is really here?"

A big man in the seedling dress paused and said, "Yes!"

Miao Miao's face suddenly appeared angry and scolded: "Lead the way in front of you and find him!"

Two big men from Miao quickly took the order. The Miao girl stepped on her long thighs and followed her around her body.

The theater is elegant in the environment. There are bamboos and strange stones here. Although they are not solemn and ingenious, they are quite elegant. There are some houses hidden under the green shade. Some houses have closed doors and windows, while others have windows open.

Ye Xiaotian looked at his head and saw that the people in the window were all men, most of whom were pretty, boys and girls, some were dressing up in front of the mirror, some were playing music with flutes, and some were dancing with long sleeves and practicing their figure.

In this era, women are not allowed to go to the stage, and the roles of the female actors are played by men. When Ye Xiaotian saw this scene, he was even more convinced that this was indeed a theater.

Around the bush, the two left the front yard one by one and the other, and came to a side hall in the next. The hall was brightly lit, but no one was seen. It seemed that there was no business coming to the door today and there was no need for performances, so everyone was too lazy to walk around.

Feng Ling'er led Ye Xiaotian into the side hall, pinched his chin and looked at him up and down, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "Well! His foundation is really good. He has a loose coat and asks brother to take a look."

Ye Xiaotian couldn't help but admit his shortcomings. He coughed and said guiltily: "Brother Feng Linger, although I can sing a few words randomly, if I ask me to go on stage... I'm afraid I won't have that great ability."

Feng Linger laughed and said, "It's good to be able to sing music here, but it doesn't matter if you can sing. Those who can sing opera have business, they can sing operas, and they can sing operas. They don't sing operas, and they all have their own ways. Come on, let's loosen their coats first and ask brother, I'll see your figure..."

"This shopkeeper is really easy to talk to."

Ye Xiaotian took off his coat happily, Feng Linger looked around him in a few circles, patted his chest, pinched his arm, and said with satisfaction and joy: "Well, I can't tell. Look at his thin, weak and beautiful eyebrows, his body is quite strong."

He twisted his huge fat buttocks to the corner of the wall, opened a box, took out a few colorful sets of his daughter's clothes from it, put them on the table, and said to Ye Xiaotian: "Come on, try it on one by one, and then call me to take a look."

Ye Xiaotian said: "Brother Feng Linger, if there is any superficial work, you can give it to me. I am afraid that I can't do those meticulous things."

Feng Linger said, "It's okay, put it on, put it on quickly."

Ye Xiaotian had no choice but to choose a lighter-colored dress to put it on and stood in front of Fenglinger. Fenglinger slapped his hand and said happily: "Okay! I'll give you a few more eyebrows, a little lips, and a little powder. That's a pretty little beauty."

Ye Xiaotian looked at the bronze mirror on the ground and felt that it was not like a costume. He couldn't help but wonder: "Brother Feng Linger, what kind of business are you doing here?"

Feng Linger ate and smiled, rolled her eyes at him, making Ye Xiaotian feel irritated.

Feng Ling'er said softly: "I'm dead, I'm pretending to be with my brother. Of course, we are doing flesh and blood business here."

Ye Xiaotian opened his mouth wide in surprise and said in a lost voice: "Skin business? I... I don't look so much like a woman, right?"

Fenglinger pointed at him with an orchid and said coquettishly: "What's the point of women? Who says men must like women? Hehe, once you know the beauty of men, it's more likeable than women."

Ye Xiaotian felt disgusted and reached out to take off his clothes: "It's outrageous. How can I be so shameless? Even my parents, parents, and ancestors of the Ye family, have to be ashamed." Before he finished speaking, there was a rumbling sound in his stomach, which immediately vented his confidence.

Fenglinger covered his blood-red mouth and laughed. After he had laughed enough, he took out a snow-white silver ingot from his sleeve, looked at the silver ingot with one or two of them, picked it up with two fat fingers, and shook it in front of Ye Xiaotian. The light reflected the silver and emitted a white light.

Feng Linger put the silver ingot on the table and gently pushed it in front of Ye Xiaotian, and said with a smile: "Little brother, the reason why many things are difficult is that they are just the first step. Once you walk over, it doesn't matter. I thought about it back then, but now I think about it, it's really funny..."

Feng Ling'er could see Ye Xiaotian's embarrassing situation. He believed that this hungry and cold person who was desperate would eventually surrender, not to surrender to him, but to the instinct of survival and the feeling of hunger.

In the year of a disaster, when people are extremely hungry, they will even regard their biological son who is always regarded as a pearl in their palm as food. Look at this boy's skin and tender flesh, it doesn't look like he has suffered. Maybe he is a child of a down-and-out wealthy family. Such a person should surrender faster.

He looked at Ye Xiaotian confidently. Before Ye Xiaotian could surrender, a delicate young man with powder on his face and flower on his head and clothes on his body came over him hurriedly: "Brother Fenglinger, Brother Fenglinger, something happened...is wrong."

The man ran to Feng Linger and said a few words to his ear. Feng Linger suddenly glared at her eyes, turned around and walked out. He had just taken two steps when he suddenly thought of Ye Xiaotian again, so he turned around, pointed to the table, and pointed to the door, and said to Ye Xiaotian: "This is the deposit, that is the door, you choose it yourself!"

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