He walked a little further and saw a crowd in the distance, with scattered applause drifting in. He hurried over and saw someone singing, holding an instrument he couldn't identify, with a black stick on a stand next to their mouths. They were singing loudly into it, the sound carrying far away.
Zhao Si didn't know how the man sang. He had never heard of the song and didn't understand what it was about. He just felt that the man was mumbling something as if he was chanting a spell.
But as he listened, he began to understand something. This was the performing arts that Master had mentioned. He had heard Master say before that some people made a living by traveling around the country performing arts, but Master had mostly been talking about juggling, rarely singing.
Performing arts?!
Zhao Si suddenly realized that if others could make a living performing, then why couldn't he do the same? If others could sing for money, he could just show everyone his skills. Wouldn't that make him rich?
Just do it!
Zhao Si immediately found an empty space nearby, took out a piece of cloth from his bag, which was his face washcloth, and spread it on the ground. This was what he planned to use to store his money, and then he started practicing boxing on the spot.
I saw him kick his legs and jump up from the ground, and he jumped up to more than two meters high. It was not too scary but also outrageous. Fortunately, no one noticed him at the beginning, otherwise it would have caused an exclamation at this moment.
Make a fist like a roll, extend your palm like a corrugated tile, make your hand soft as cotton, and make it hard as iron when it touches your body. Hold your boots left and right to exercise your legs and waist.
The wind from his fists was roaring, and Zhao Si's boxing skills were very powerful. A large group of people gradually gathered around him, and seeing this, he fought even harder.
“Wow! Awesome!!”
"This guy's a pretty good boxer!"
"Yeah, Old Chen, why don't you show off your fancy moves and let this guy show you some pointers?"
"Go away, you're the one with fancy moves!"
After he finished his set of powerful punches, several circles of people had gathered around him. Most of them were old men, but there were also a few young people watching the fun. When he finished, everyone spontaneously applauded and cheered.
Zhao Si smiled foolishly at everyone, feeling a little embarrassed. Then he raised his sleeve and wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead with pretended reserve. He glanced at his washcloth with great anticipation, hoping to see the legendary RMB.
!!!!!!!!!!!!
There is nothing on the veil!!
Where's the promise of making money from performing arts?? !!
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