Chapter Twenty-Seven: Sorrow

Looking at Wang Yao's somewhat embarrassed expression, Jin Wensheng smiled. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Shan Tianfang, have you heard of it?" Jin Wensheng asked as he looked at Wang Yao.

Wang Yao was stunned and nodded, if the only master who can hear the craft of storytelling now is this master Shan Tianfang on the radio, it is naturally like thunder.

"Xihemen generation, divided into Meiqing Hu Zhao four doors, behind Hu Zhao is two small doors, Meimen take the word Rui, Chun, De, Qing, Tian, Xiang, Qingmen take the word Shi / Fu, Qi, Lian, Zeng, my master Zhang Qirong is the second generation of Qingmen, I am the third generation, even the word generation, Qingzi Door is a generation longer than Meizimen, so I am a generation longer than Shan Tianfang. Jin Wensheng said.

"However, the three generations of Xihe drums of a single family are also masters in the industry, but since the revolution, there have been differences in Xihemen, one faction believes that it should follow the system and unify the planning, and the other faction believes that the Xihe drum is originally a folk living craft, and there is no need to follow the system. ”

"But it feels like the other people's faction is on the right track?" Wang Yao asked cautiously.

"Just because they're famous?" Jin Wensheng said with a smile.

Wang Yao scratched his face, not knowing what to say.

"It's normal for any craft to develop to a certain extent, and there will be disagreements, but it is just insisting that there is no right or wrong. Jin Wensheng smiled, "The so-called Tao is different and does not conspire with each other, so Shan Tianfang came to me and worked together to integrate storytelling and Xihe drums into those cultures that are in line with the current fashion trend, but I refused." ”

"Now, don't you want to pass on this craft?" Wang Yao was stunned.

"Child, the craft is easy to pass on, this room full of books, for future generations to read, even if it is passed on?" Jin Wensheng shook his head with a smile, his old eyes flashed with a strange light, "But what about the spirit of the craftsman? This craft should not be passed on for the sake of inheritance, what should really be inherited is the spirit of our craftsman, dare to say, can say, are not afraid to say, we can say it to beggars, farmers, and relatives of the emperor, this is the essence of this craft." ”

"The old crafts of the past are taught by word and deed, passed on by word of mouth, so there are few disciples, but each can pass on the most essential things, this craft is alive, not dead, no one needs to tell us, what can be said, what can not be said, and do not need to be recognized by those who are high. Jin Wensheng said and his tone became a little excited.

Wang Yao blinked, wondering if this old gentleman was probably also an angry young man or a dead brain, so he was very resistant to some institutionalization, that is, some conservatives who ate the past.

"But now the times are different, and now you have to have a certificate to set up a stall. Wang Yao whispered.

"That's not what I'm talking about. "Jin Wensheng glared" This art is from the folk, although the ancestor left thousands of jokes, but these are outdated things, if you only study some so-called new tricks from these things, after all, it will be cocooned and self-bound, there is no new thing to add in, do not follow the times, do not use the current Western culture squeeze, we will perish by ourselves. ”

Wang Yao was stunned, he didn't expect this old man to become so rational and trendy all of a sudden, and he even knew the root of the problem.

"Do you know why storytellers like to talk about romance?" Jin Wensheng asked.

Wang Yao thought for a while, "Because the romance is magnificent?"

"Phew, that's because the romance is full of heroes and heroes, beating up corrupt dog officials. Jin whispered.

Wang Yao raised his eyebrows, and finally understood what the old gentleman meant.

Huaxia Dragon Kingdom is a society of personal affection, and the protection of officials and officials and the maintenance of interpersonal relations are the fundamental things of the system, but these folk artists are unwilling to flatter these, so the old gentleman will be so angry.

Looking at Wang Yao's suddenly realized expression, Jin Wensheng showed a satisfied smile and got up and said, "I'll cook, you kid will think about it." ”

The so-called people don't fight with officials, this simple truth Wang Yao still knows, this old gentleman obviously wants to find a disciple to fight against the system, Wang Yao is now in a state of bleak prospects, where he has the ability to do such a big thing.

This question can be simply summarized as, do you want to eat the food of the state or the food of the common people.

This problem is very serious, Wang Yao fell into a tangle, until Mr. Jin Wensheng asked him to eat, and during the meal, the old man poured another glass of wine and took a sip, "Master, take a sip?"

"I don't drink. Wang Yao hurriedly waved his hand.

Jin Wensheng smiled, "Actually, don't be too entangled, no matter how you choose, I will pass on a craft to you, the most unfortunate, you will still be able to eat a bite of food as a ceremonial official who presides over red and white affairs in the future." ”

Wang Yao smiled awkwardly and buried himself in eating.

The old man seemed to have drunk a little too much, and his mouth began to talk more, singing small songs for a while and telling Wang Yao all kinds of interesting things he saw in his early years, and Wang Yao was fascinated by it.

Wang Yao has never been out of campus much, so naturally he secretly remembered these new things in the outside world, especially the folk artists that Jin Wensheng mentioned when he traveled all over the country in his early years.

Jin Wensheng left Wang Yao to live at home, and the old and the young talked with candles and nights, until dawn, and the old man snored and fell asleep.

Wang Yao, who listened to the story all night, didn't feel sleepy, and entered the revival space lottery, today's prestige value dropped to more than 1100, Wang Yao drew ten times in a row, all of them were growth fruits and talent potions, drank them all in one go, and punched in the courtyard again, obviously feeling that the strength of his body seemed to be a lot stronger.

returned to the house and continued to read, until the third pole of the day, the old man got up, most of the books in this room were read and written down by Wang Yao, and the progress of the task also increased a little.

Revival Mission: Storytelling (0.4/100)

Today is Sunday, Wang Yao is going back to school in the afternoon, and after promising Mr. Jin to come back next week, Wang Yao left the old alley and took the car back to school.

Wang Yao touched the remaining more than 100 yuan in the inner pocket of his pants, thinking about how to make some money, originally he had 600 yuan a semester was enough, and his scholarship of 1500 yuan per semester was reasonable, so it stands to reason that there should be some savings, but because his adoptive father died, Wang Yao couldn't afford to pay the tuition, so he could only take the jade pendant around his neck as a pawn, exchanged more than 1000 yuan, pressed it for two years, and only redeemed it a few days ago, and flushed the meal card, leaving the more than 100 yuan on his body.

But fortunately, he redeemed the green jade pendant, otherwise he would not have been able to trigger the revival space, and his life would have been turned upside down in just a few days.

From an orphan who worries about his livelihood every day, he has become a lucky person who has the opportunity to apprentice to the president of the university.

However, when it comes to apprenticeship, he is in trouble with who to worship as a teacher.