The Prodigal Son's Happy Life - Chapter 186

[Chapter 186 Do you want to have dinner?]

Although he was only wearing a thin vest, it was still very hot to work in this hot summer.

Zhang Cheng only worked for a short while before fine beads of sweat broke out on his forehead. After working for half an hour, he felt steaming inside his body.

Half an hour passed, and he had just tidied up the last seat when the curtain of the stage was suddenly opened.

A few figures could be vaguely seen above, whispering something.

Zhang Cheng knew that the ‘actors’ were about to start rehearsing a new play.

An actor is an actor. Grandpa Sun said that Mr. Fang called him that, so they followed suit.

It was still early when the door opened, so Zhang Cheng randomly picked a seat and sat down, quietly watching the actors rehearse.

Before arriving here, he didn’t know that there was a career as an actor.

Paying people to perform was incomprehensible to him.

But people in the capital seem to like this very much. I heard that you need to buy a ticket to watch the performance, and a ticket costs nearly one tael of silver.

One tael of silver is equivalent to one thousand penny, which is enough for him to eat and drink for two to three months.

Sometimes, he will think about something.

Why are these people willing to spend a tael of silver to come here to watch a show, but are not willing to give a penny of steamed buns to people who are

about to starve to death? Thinking about it, the image of his father, mother and sister when they starved to death would appear in his mind.

He stood by and watched helplessly as his relatives swelled like a ball due to hunger and slowly died in pain.

When he thought of these, his heart could not help but feel a tingling sensation.

He didn’t want to recall these things, but when he saw these people from the capital wearing brocade clothes, he couldn’t control himself.

He didn’t understand

why.

Grandpa Sun once said that there are too many things in this world for no reason.

So, when he felt uncomfortable, he comforted himself that all this was fate and God’s arrangement.

But

why did God arrange it this way?

Sometimes, standing by the curtain, looking at the people watching the play with rapt attention, he would think how great it would be if these people could give themselves part of their money.

They may even have some bad thoughts: Why

should they have to suffer these hardships when they are born with fragrant steamed buns, comfortable clothes made of silk, and a place to sleep?

Whenever he had this thought, he would think of Mr. Fang.

They are both from the capital, but Mr. Fang is different from them. It can be seen that not all people in the capital are bad people without sympathy.

The actors rehearsed for a long time. It took about an hour to roughly rehearse the play to be performed today.

At this time, the ticket office outside has also started selling tickets.

In less than a moment of burning incense, someone had already walked in.

Zhang Cheng stood up quickly and stood aside.

After the guests came in, his duty was to serve them tea and water, and then after the audience left, clean up the things they left behind and wipe the seats by the way.

The first scene today was the tenth episode of “Nie Xiaoqian”. After the audience all sat down, the curtain slowly opened not long after.

The actors took their seats and started their performances.

This is Zhang Cheng’s most leisure time. The guests focus on watching the show, and no one thinks about drinking tea or doing other things.

He could take advantage of this time to take a good rest.

Next to him, a middle-aged man and a young woman.

The middle-aged man has obviously watched the tenth episode of “Nie Xiaoqian” more than once and has no interest in the plot.

Out of boredom, he turned his attention to the boy next to him.

“Hello”

the middle-aged man looked at Zhang Cheng and asked with interest: “How old are you this year?” When

Zhang Cheng heard this, he realized that the ‘hello’ just now was calling him.

He turned around, looked at the middle-aged man, and said expressionlessly: “Fifteen years old.”

In fact, he had no idea how old he was. His father and mother had never mentioned it to him, and he never asked.

When the middle-aged man heard this, he looked Zhang Cheng up and down, shook his head, and said, “It doesn’t look like you, I thought you were twelve or thirteen years old.

The Capital Grand Theater is really recruiting a twelve or thirteen year old.” “Children work as waiters.”

He muttered to himself for a while, and then asked: “By the way, how much money can you earn a month working here?”

Zhang Cheng didn’t like this person, but Grandpa Sun once said, treat him well. Every guest needs to be attentive.

Therefore, although he was a little reluctant, he still answered: “Twenty cents a day.”

“Twenty cents?”

The middle-aged man was a little surprised when he heard this.

Then, as if he thought of something, he said with disdain: “I almost forgot that the Jingshi Grand Theater belongs to the Fang family, and Fang Xiu, that scumbag, really has no humanity. It’s

easy for a twelve or thirteen-year-old child to work That’s all, you’re only given 20 cents a day, so begging for food is better than this!”

The middle-aged man shook his head and looked back at the stage. At this time, a slightly stiff voice suddenly came from his ears: “Do you want to have dinner?”

The middle-aged man turned his head and looked at Zhang Cheng, looked him up and down, and smiled: “Why, do you want to have dinner?”

Zhang Cheng did not answer, but just asked another question: ” Do you know what it feels like to beg for food?”

The middle-aged man felt something was wrong when he saw Zhang Cheng’s expression, waved his hand and said, “I don’t know, and I don’t want to know.”

Zhang Cheng ignored him and talked to himself. Said: “When begging for food, every time I pass by a pedestrian, I expect him to throw down a penny, or even half a steamed bun.

However, often all day long, no one is willing to throw down half a steamed bun.

Everyone .

People passing by look at you with that look, making you panic and making you think you have done something wrong.

Others point at you and say, don’t be like this stinky beggar, you must support yourself and work hard to make a living. “Myself,”

Zhang Cheng said, minding his own business. The middle-aged man became a little impatient, waved his hand and said, “I don’t want to hear what you have to say. If you say yes, stay away from me!”

Zhang Cheng still ignored him! .

There were tears in his eyes, but he had to hold back to keep them from falling.

“I also know how to make a living by myself, and I know that only by working hard can I support myself, but who gave me the chance to work hard?

In order to come to the capital, I ate tree bark, ate grass roots, and fought with wild dogs on the roadside for half of what others had eaten. Bean cake.

But people in the capital will only tell me that you are too thin, you are too short, and your strength is too weak. I don’t blame them for not giving me a job,

nor do I blame them when I am begging for food. Others would rather use the leftovers. They feed the food to the dog and don’t give me a bite.

I just don’t understand why they look at me like that and why they think others haven’t worked hard.”

(End of Chapter)