"Brother Erbao, there is such a thing, but my company is cooperating with the Lao Cavity Protection Center and serving the Lao Cavity. Zhang He said with a smile.

"It doesn't matter, Zhang He, my baby has nothing to do in the house recently, you just ask the baby to go over and help, it's not a big deal, I don't ask for much, you just give the baby some money." Zhang Erbao sneered.

It's not that I'm here to ask for someone, it's to issue orders.

Zhang Erbao was triumphant, there was a reason for rejecting you last time, and you have no reason this time.

The company is in Huayin, the boss is alone, don't look for who you are looking for, if you don't arrange it, I won't leave today.

The son fooled around at home and spent his money, so that he couldn't drink and play cards properly, so he couldn't wait to throw this kid out of the house quickly.

"You call Zhang Huan to come over. Zhang He said helplessly.

There's really no way to refuse.

Zhang Erbao hurriedly ran back and hurried over with his son.

is different from Zhang Chuan, Zhang Huan looks like a gangster, and he doesn't learn well at first glance.

"Zhang Huan, you will follow your Uncle He to work hard in the future, earn some money and marry a daughter-in-law for Lao Tzu!" Zhang Erbao reprimanded.

"Where's your daughter-in-law?" Zhang Huan said suddenly.

Zhang Erbao slapped it and said angrily, "How can you talk to Lao Tzu?"

The corners of Zhang He's eyes twitched on the side, and there was no normal person in the family.

"Zhang Huan, our company is acting in the theater, usually nothing happens, you go over to clean up, take care of the food, and give you 200 yuan a month. Zhang He said.

He also thought about it in his heart, he was not the only one in the theater, there were other old artists, and Zhang Huan, a junior in this place, probably didn't dare to mess around.

He just let Zhang Huan do some chores anyway, and he didn't have to worry too much.

"Uncle He, what are you doing cleaning, I'm going to perform on stage. Zhang Huan said unhappily.

"Do you know how to sing the same old language?" Zhang He asked.

"No, it won't. Zhang Huan looked like a matter of course.

"I'll talk about it when you'll be able to sing. Zhang He said sternly.

Uncle He was still a little afraid of Uncle He who was wandering around the city, Zhang Huan lowered his head and didn't dare to continue to say anything.

"Stinky boy, your Uncle He just let you work, you still want to sing the old dialect, you want to be beautiful, do you think anyone can sing the old dialect?

It doesn't matter about other things, but the Zhang family respects the old man.

You can't learn, you can't sing, but you have to be respected.

"Xiao He, then I'll go, when you go to the city, take the baby with you. Zhang Erbao turned his head and said with a smile, and left here with Zhang Huan.

Zhang He let out a sigh of relief, and finally sent the two plague gods away.

But he also thought of Zhang Chuan, this kid followed him back to the village, and now it's fine, it's better to bring it together to help out in the theater.

In addition to the artists, there are also chores in the theater, so let the two of them do it.

If you are exposed to it, who wants to learn the old dialect.

Just do it, Zhang He called Zhang Chuan over and asked him if he was willing.

Zhang Chuan promised that he could work in the county, and he continued to follow Uncle He, who "means to the sky", Zhang Chuan couldn't ask for it.

"Okay, then you can come with me then. Zhang He commanded.

After all this is done, I can finally get a good night's sleep.

The next day, Zhang He and Liu Xingwu went into the city together to find a place to perform.

This kind of performance should be placed in the city, which is more convenient for everyone to come and watch, and the location is a technical job, and there needs to be a stage.

I searched and searched, and found a small abandoned theater in a place next to the city, which used to be used for singing, but now that no one listens to the opera, it is abandoned.

Zhang He directly rented the theater and began to renovate it.

The seats should be arranged, the stage should be cleaned up, and the lights should be prepared.

After suffering the loss of lighting, Zhang He didn't want to cause the performance to be bad because of the lighting.

In the blink of an eye, the business license also came down.

After the business license is issued, you can start business after the theater is renovated.

When it opened, Zhang He was extremely excited, and Liu Xingwu brought the people from the Laoyan Protection Center to shout and cheer, although there were only three people, but it was better than nothing.

Huayin is not big, three performance teams, and now the fourth one has emerged, and everyone else has heard of it.

"Old-fashioned culture?" Liu Qianrun looked surprised.

After a check, the boss's name is Zhang He.

Good guy, the old heir has personally taken action, what is this trying to do?

"Boss, people are authentic and old-fashioned on stage, what should we do?" said the actor below.

"Don't be afraid, there are so many people in Huayin, you can still go to listen to their performances, besides, who knows what is authentic and what is not authentic, it's just old-fashioned. Liu Qianrun snorted coldly.

The old culture was officially opened, and the venue was in a small theater in the city, and the publicity was made, and there were many people who came on the first day.

There are rows of flower baskets at the door, all of which were given by friends.

On the first day of opening, many former students came to cheer.

"Please inside, please inside, the seats are enough!" Zhang He stood at the door and beckoned.

The theater has been renovated, and Zhang He's savings have been almost spent, and there are 300 seats in it, unlike other theaters that only have about 100 seats.

The signboard of the old culture is hung at the door, and there is also the word "old culture protection center" on the side, which is propaganda.

Advertising has to go to TV and newspapers, and it costs money, Zhang He didn't dare to advertise too much, so he placed advertisements on Huayin and Weinan TV stations, and people nearby could rush over if they saw it.

"Feng Ju, are you here too?" Zhang He took out a cigarette and handed it out.

Feng Hao brought his own children over.

"It's okay at night, I heard Xiao Liu say that your place is open, bring the child over to listen, call Uncle Zhang." Feng Hao said to his children.

With pigtails, a little girl with pink and tender looks like she is four or five years old.

"Uncle Zhang. The little girl said a little shyly.

"The little girl is so cute, and she will definitely be a beautiful big girl in the future. Zhang He smiled, and asked Zhang Chuan on the side to take a few pieces of candy over and stuff them to the little girl.

"Thank you, Uncle Zhang. The little girl took the candy with a smile on her face.

"Xiao Zhang, then if you continue to be busy, I'll go in first. Feng Hao smiled.

"I'll send you in. ”

Bringing Feng Hao in, arranging the seats, Zhang He returned to the door again.

"Uncle He, are there really so many people who spend money to look at the old man?" Zhang Chuan was dumbfounded.

He followed Zhang He to greet him at the door, and he had seen no less than a hundred people coming and going, which surprised him very much.

In his eyes, the old dialect is an art that is dirty to the scum, which is still watched by people, and there are a small number of young people among them, which refreshes his cognition.

"Good art will always be watched by someone, how about it, do you want to learn it?" Zhang He said with a smile.

Zhang Chuan shook his head and said, "Don't learn now." ”

Compared with his previous attitude, Zhang Chuan's heart has been shaken.

Lao Zhang's family in Hugou Village has an old-fashioned foundation, although they can't sing, they can hum a few words, know a lot of basic knowledge, and if they learn it, they will be very fast.

"When do you want to learn, when do you want to say. Zhang He said.

He is very optimistic about Zhang Chuan, he has a smart brain, if he learns the old dialect, he will definitely be able to learn it soon, and Zhang Delin will definitely be happy.

As he spoke, a middle-aged man walked over.

It was Wang Chen, who had a relationship with one side.

Seeing Zhang He standing at the door, Wang Chen was surprised: "It turns out that you really opened this place?"

"Brother Wang, I haven't seen you for a long time, I didn't say it at the time, I want to ask the boss for advice. Zhang He said with a smile.

"I didn't expect you to really dare to do it, you said that you are an authentic old man, do you know those people?" Wang Chen said curiously.

"My surname is Zhang. Zhang He smiled.

Wang Chen patted his head and suddenly realized.

A person surnamed Zhang opened a performance hall and said that his own was authentic, then it would be inseparable.

It's actually an authentic old dialect, and I'm making a lot of money this time.

"Brother Wang, go in, I'll let someone leave you a good place. Zhang He smiled and asked Wang Chen to walk in.

Seeing the scene inside, Wang Chen was even more surprised.

The seats are wide, leaving a distance, the stage is decorated well, and the lighting is better than those copycats, and these things must cost a lot of money.

Unexpectedly, Zhang He was still a rich man, and Wang Chen was faintly looking forward to the next performance.

Liu Qianrun blended in the crowd, and quietly blended in when Zhang He was not there, without attracting attention.

He's here to find out about the enemy.

The audience is not full, it is impossible to be too full the first time, as long as this time the performance is promoted, there will definitely be more people next time.

Not only Liu Qianrun, but also the other two field bosses also came.

The three of them sat together and talked about things.

After the audience all came in, the door of the theater closed, and Zhang He walked to the stage with the microphone in his hand.

"Dear audience and friends, I am the boss of Laohua Culture, my name is Zhang He, our Laohua Culture is performing for the first time today, and I am very happy to be supported by everyone. Zhang He pinched the microphone, feeling a little sentimental.

"I am a native of Hugou Village, Shuanghe Town, in the past, Lao Yan was the family drama of the Zhang family in our village, except for the village, at most in the town, no one knows about this qu art anymore, I want to thank the comrades of the Cultural Bureau, thank the government, thank the country, without the support of the state, it is impossible for Lao Yan to get the honor of intangible cultural heritage. Zhang He said slowly, all sincerely.

The situation of the old man back then was really not good, Zhang Delin and several old artists were all supported by love and responsibility, if there was no intangible cultural heritage, the old man might not be able to hold on.

Offstage, Feng Hao nodded, there was nothing wrong with what Zhang He said, and he was very comfortable.

"Intangible cultural heritage is the wealth left by our ancestors, and it can't be cut off in our generation, so I chose to open this theater and let the artists in our village sing the same old song for everyone, the money for a play is the money for a pack of cigarettes for you, but you use this money to feed the artists, and if the artists can live, the art will not disappear." ”

"Thank you!" Zhang He bowed.

The audience burst into applause.

"Today, everyone is here to listen to the play, not to listen to me, the old man on the stage, gossip, let me announce, our performance today officially began, the first program, by the old artists Zhang Delin, Zhang Deyun, Zhang Delu, Zhang Demin, ......" Zhang He himself served as the announcer.

"The performance of "Will Shake the Mountains and Rivers"!" Zhang He said loudly, and the sound spread throughout the theater.