Starting from the Zhang family of the stolen pen to start the disco therapy

The flower thief had an idea in mind and pondered for a while: "Since you want to do good deeds, those messy places are not okay. I have a recommendation. The troupe came here half a month ago. The owner is a conscientious person and is willing to adopt some orphans."

Zhang Qiyuan nodded: "Okay, I'll change my clothes and go right away, you lead the way."

This cub can't be raised for even a day.

Zhang Qiyuan changed his clothes and even his hairstyle with one click behind the screen. When he came out, the flower thief was stunned. He didn't dare to say much, but muttered in his heart, no wonder outsiders couldn't tell his gender, he was so familiar with women's clothing, it was obvious that he was a big shot!

The main reason was that Zhang Qiyuan didn't want to show off this time, so he wore the characteristic clothing of this era - a jacket and skirt. It was a slim-fitting high-necked bamboo-colored jacket, paired with a dark green long skirt. It was plain and elegant without any embroidery, and his hair was simply pinned up.

"What's your name?"

There were fewer eyes on the road. It seemed that changing the outfit was the right decision. Zhang Qiyuan did not bring Ah Xue, only Ah Huan, who was wearing a small handkerchief on his wrist.

The flower thief replied: "Zhang San."

Zhang San?

Not to mention the name which is so common that it is even more common, the surname Zhang alone is enough for Zhang Qiyuan to complain.

Maybe there is no one in the Zhang family with such an ordinary appearance.

"Are you the third child at home?" Zhang Qiyuan continued to ask, "How did you embark on this path of no return?" After all, Zhang San has always been an outlaw in legal cases.

Zhang San thought Zhang Qiyuan's words were very interesting and said nonchalantly, "During the famine, my family sold me to a boy, and later I was bought by a merchant to run errands."

Talking about his previous rough experiences, Zhang San said sadly: "The good times didn't last long. Robbers came and all died. I was still alive and crawled to the street, where my master picked me up."

"After that, I learned some skills from my master, but after I worked there a few times and made a lot of money, I didn't want to continue."

"My master was tough on me but soft on his heart and drove me out without making it difficult for me. I had nowhere to go, so I just wandered around."

"I didn't expect to meet a pretty widow. She invited me to have a meal, and then..."

Zhang Qiyuan looked at Zhang San who was walking in front of him holding a child, and thought to himself, sometimes love luck has little to do with appearance!

Otherwise, the Zhang family wouldn’t have so many bachelors!

"Your experience has been full of ups and downs." Zhang Qiyuan sighed, "Those who survive a great disaster will surely have good fortune in the future. Your good fortune is the blossoming of peach blossoms."

Zhang San smiled and didn't respond. When he saw the outside of the theater, he said, "We're here. This is it."

It’s not time to go on stage yet, the theater is not lively, but rather a bit deserted.

The gatekeeper knew Zhang San and let him pass without asking any questions.

After walking through the corridor, wandering around, and asking several times, I finally found the owner.

The troupe owner was backstage, talking to a young man dressed as a Qingyi Huadan. The others were also busy, apparently preparing to go on stage.

"Boss Hong, are you staging a new play?" Zhang San put the child on the table and unceremoniously grabbed the peanuts on the plate and started eating them.

The leader of Hong class turned around and saw Zhang San, and glanced at Zhang Qiyuan: "You don't come to the temple for no reason. This person is a stranger, but he has a good appearance."

Class Leader Hong's expression was pure and full of admiration, but Zhang Qiyuan didn't feel anything towards that look.

Zhang San smiled and said flatteringly, "Master Hong, you are being polite. I will bring you the white pear from Wuyi Lane and roast chicken from Babaozhai some other day. This is not me... This sister picked up a child from a pile of dead bodies outside. She is a virgin girl, but she can't raise this child."

Boss Hong understood now: "We are short of people anyway, so it's fine for him to stay. We don't need him to make a living."

As soon as he finished speaking, the young female lead in blue clothes became angry and said, "Boss, our troupe hasn't made any money in a long time. You..."

Zhang Qiyuan heard this and said calmly: "I am not short of money. I don't know how much money I can spend when this child grows up to 18 years old. I will give you 1,000 yuan to raise him well."

One thousand dollars?

Not only Boss Hong, but Zhang San was also shocked.

Although this brother usually wears gold and silver and has all kinds of valuable jewelry, he is not that rich.

"But I don't have that much money now, so I have to go back."

Anything that can be solved with money is not a big deal.

Moreover, there is a poisonous worm in this child's body, and Zhang Qiyuan has no way to remove it. The worm lives in a symbiotic relationship with the child. But one thing is for sure: this child will probably be immune to all poisons in the future.

Zhang San came back to his senses and stammered, "This...this really gives...one, a thousand dollars?"

Zhang Qiyuan was puzzled: "Gold bars will do, too."

Hong Banzhu was shocked by Zhang Qiyuan's generosity, but he still had a question: "My lady, your family is rich, why don't you raise this child yourself? It's fate that you met him."

"Our family has strict rules. Not to mention adopted children, even mixed-blood children have no status." Zhang Qiyuan pointed at the child sleeping soundly on the table, "If he really came home with me, he probably wouldn't have enough to eat."

Seeing that Zhang Qiyuan's temperament was indeed not brought up in an ordinary family, Class Leader Hong nodded to show his understanding.

"I'll keep half of this thousand dollars and give it to him when he grows up."

Zhang Qiyuan blinked and immediately realized that what Zhang San said about the conscientious class owner was true.

"You don't need to leave this money to him. The boss should teach him the craft and let him have a skill to rely on. That's enough."

Zhang San followed Zhang Qiyuan back to get the money. In order to conceal his tracks, Zhang Qiyuan went to the money shop, took out one thousand dollars and asked Zhang San to deliver it.

Zhang San was holding a heavy bag and couldn't help smacking his lips: "Brother, the Hongjia Troupe's Flower Drum Opera is starting tonight. Do you want to go and listen?"

Zhang Qiyuan neither nodded nor shook his head: "It depends on the situation. I will go if there is nothing wrong."

Zhang San didn't say anything else. He was very scared because he had so much money on him. He hurried to Hong's class, fearing that he would be robbed on the way.

After returning to the inn, Zhang Qiyuan ordered several special dishes. If there were any good ones, he would ask the chef to make more. The food reserves in his space had been decreasing since he left the Zhang family, so he had to replenish them.

Without the child, Zhang Qiyuan had a good sleep.

When he woke up, there was a full moon hanging high outside the window, casting its silver light into the room.

Zhang Qiyuan had a nap and felt lazy. He turned on the light, did two math problems, lowered his spiritual value, and completed today's sign-in.

As usual, it is attribute points.

His mind was much clearer now. Zhang Qiyuan remembered Zhang San's invitation and took advantage of the moonlight to stroll to Hong's class.

The two people at the door had seen Zhang Qiyuan, so they let him in and asked a servant to lead the way to the box.

There was Zhang San in the box, and another man who was very well-mannered and obviously had nothing to do with the flower thief Zhang San.

"Let me introduce you. This is Xie Guifan, a businessman."

Zhang San did not give a detailed introduction, and Zhang Qiyuan had no interest in finding out the detailed information.

"My name is Ah Man."

When a member of the Zhang family travels outside, they will always attract the attention of certain forces.

Xie Guifan was a businessman, but he was also quite knowledgeable about underworld affairs. He pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose and said, "This is A'man, the witch from Miaojiang. My apologies! My apologies!" This Miss A'man was the God of Wealth of their pawnshop. She did not care about the price of the confiscated stolen goods, but she made a lot of money for their pawnshop.

Zhang Qiyuan nodded, then watched the Huagu Opera with great interest.

Zhang Qiyuan listened to various plays such as "Playing the Flower Drum", "Bamboo Fence Array" and "Selling Flower Fan" with great fascination. The plays had a voice like singing folk songs, which was gentle, beautiful, high-pitched and moving. The images and costumes were also very realistic, especially the appearance of the Huadan, which was really beautiful.

Zhang Qiyuan wants to collect one of these costumes.

Action speaks louder than words. Zhang Qiyuan said to Zhang San, "I want to buy a Huadan dress from head to toe. It would be best if I could experience it today."

"Don't worry, money is not a problem." Zhang Qiyuan stared at Zhang San with a burning gaze, making his face turn red all of a sudden.

Zhang San brainwashes himself: This is a man's! It's bigger than yours when he takes it out! !

Zhang San calmed himself down and said, "I'll ask for you. It's free. Boss Hong will agree."

Zhang Qiyuan smiled sweetly: "It's still necessary to give it, go quickly!"

Zhang San wanted to stay away from Zhang Qiyuan, this evil guy. He was really afraid that if he stayed any longer, he would fall in love with the man. If he really ended up breaking up with him, who would be responsible for the happiness of those young widows?

After Zhang San left, Xie Guifan took the initiative to talk to Zhang Qiyuan. He talked a lot in a roundabout way and also mentioned that his ninth child was born, named Xie Jiu.

Zhang Qiyuan thought the name was familiar, and wondered if this was the name of the Jiuye Jie of the Old Nine Gates? In this era, the rate of duplicate names is quite high. Just like Zhang San, the names are quite random.

However, the "nine" in the nine gates should refer to the ninth gate.

"You didn't choose a proper name? If you call him Jie Jiu, there will be a high chance of him having the same name as you."

Xie Guifan was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "You have to give it a big name. The name Xie Jiu won't be included in the family tree."

Seeing that the show was about to end, Zhang Qiyuan didn't want to play Tai Chi with Xie Guifan: "You told me so much nonsense, what do you want me to do?"

Xie Guifan faked a smile as if he was wearing a mask: "I want to hire Miss A Man to do a convoy escort."

Zhang Qiyuan asked casually, "Where to send it?"

Xie Guifan spat out two words: "Beiping."