It was not until the few people got closer that they discovered why this group of people gathered here.

It turned out that there was a young boy who looked like a gangster at the intersection of this street and was selling his skills.

The boy was wearing a somewhat worn cloth robe. Although there were traces of sewing and repairing on the cloth robe, it was washed quite cleanly.

His face is pretty and his facial features are very soft, giving people a sense of ordinaryness and delicateness.

However, the arms are quite thick and there are knotted muscles on them. They are obviously a trainer and a person with certain abilities.

On the side is a cart placed next to it. The difference between a cart and a cart is that the cart has a roof that can be pulled by horses, while the cart does not have a roof.

A woman lying on the top of the cart, her hair was already white, her face was covered with wrinkles, and she looked over 50 years old.

At this time, she was sitting on the cart beside the boy, motionless, coughing twice from time to time, looking like she was not in good health.

It seems that the two are a family, one old and one young.

At this moment, the venue has been laid out and everyone is watching, waiting for the boy to come and perform.

Seeing the boy's appearance, Jing Ke couldn't help but show a hint of pity on his face.

This seemed to be a mother and son who made a living by selling skills. She pointed her hand to the side and said, "Lord, look, your boy seems to be trying to sell his skills to save his mother.

And that seems to be the object he wants to perform.”

Ye Tian looked in the direction of Jing Jie's finger and found that it was a weapon stand, with various weapons such as swords, guns, swords, and halberds on it.

It's just that they are all carved from wood, not made of fine iron or other metals. Although the texture of tea wood is a bit harder, it is not particularly common to Ye Tian.

I don’t know what the requirements are or why I can’t afford to buy iron tools because I am poor and I use wood tools.

"Hello, my fellow villagers, I am a native of Wujun. My mother is seriously ill. This time I came to Wuxi County to raise my mother to treat her.

I have heard that Wuxi County is quite prosperous, with outstanding people and beautiful land, and there must be many wise men and righteous people. I hope that those who have money can support money, and those who have no money can support personal money."

The boy's words were a bit terrible, but the words were still smooth and there were no mistakes.

After saying this, everyone was impatient, and the onlookers on the side began to talk.

He said, "Young man, come and perform. We have been waiting for so long and have been anxious. Don't keep it from being stuck."

"It's a mule or a horse, pull it out and let it go."

"Do you have the real ability to take it out and take a look?"

"It turns out that I came here to perform my skills because my mother got sick. It seems that she is indeed a pure filial person."

"Start show your martial arts quickly. If you have some real skills, you will definitely be rewarded with money."

"How powerful martial arts can a young man with a young man with a young age? Judging from his poor appearance, he is definitely not a child of a family and some ability."

Some of the people's words were ridiculed, some praised, and some were impatient for him who had not started performing martial arts and were eager to see the performance.
Chapter completed!