Chapter XXIV. Craft and Art

"At that time, I couldn't repay it, so I promised your father that as long as I am alive, your father and son will not be able to eat in the future, and I will give you a bowl of rice. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info" Jin Wensheng looked at Wang Yao and said in a deep voice.

Wang Yao was stunned, maybe he didn't understand it before, but now he understands some of the rules of their traditional culture, this bowl of rice is not really to give you a full meal, but to teach you a craft, the craft of life.

As the saying goes, the apprentice of the church, starve the master to death because the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, this is the law, in ancient times, people will not leave their hometowns easily, and a craft can only feed one person, and another one may starve to death.

Therefore, the general craftsman will not easily accept apprentices, only feel that they are not good, and when the skills in their hands need to be inherited, they will look for a disciple, like the pear orchard line, which has gone to great luck and needs a large number of apprentices.

Jin Wensheng repaid his kindness with this, which really proved that Wang Shuo really saved his life at that time, no wonder the system said that this skill was going to be cut off.

"What do you mean?" asked Wang Yao cautiously.

"Would you like to learn from me about storytelling?" asked Jin Wensheng with a serious face.

Seeing that the old man suddenly spoke righteously, Wang Yao was keenly nervous, "I am willing." ”

"Then you may have to drop out of Hangyi. Jin Wensheng's face softened a little.

Wang Yao was stunned.

"The so-called one minister does not serve the two masters, since you have entered my door, naturally you can't go to the pear orchard, and storytelling is a university question, I am seventy years old and have been engaged in art for nearly fifty years, and I dare not say how good I do. Jin Wensheng said.

Wang Yao's face was embarrassed, to be honest, if he chose Yue Opera and Commentary, he would choose Yue Opera, because the conditions of the first Yue Opera are good, if he really apprentices to Xu Feng, his future is basically not worried, and he still has to accumulate prestige in school.

But if he chooses to comment, then according to the way he teaches these traditional folk artists, it is likely that he will not be able to leave this small courtyard until he is twenty years old to concentrate on this art.

But the system's non-existent reward has a strong attraction to Wang Yao, which is like two pies falling from the sky, he can only eat one, no matter how he chooses, he feels a loss.

Jin Wensheng looked at Wang Yao's still a little green little face with a tangled expression, sighed faintly, poured another glass of wine, and got up after taking a sip, "You think about it first, I'll cook." ”

Wang Yao also got up and paced in the courtyard.

The Pekingese dog, who had been eyeing Wang Yao in the yard, seemed to be familiar with it, and dangled around Wang Yao with him.

Nearly half an hour had passed, and Mr. Jin Wensheng had already cooked a table of dishes, and he couldn't help but be a little surprised to see that Wang Yao was still wandering around the yard.

Although Wang Yao was wandering around, it was not the kind of headless fly blindly spinning, it could be seen from his expression and steady pace that Wang Yao was thinking seriously, and seemed to be in a deep thinking field.

In their eyes, this kind of research spirit can be called 'drilling', cautious, and profound to study a thing, Jin Wensheng still admires this kind of person, although Wang Yao is not very old, but he is indeed very calm.

"Let's eat first, there's nothing to entertain. Jin Wensheng smiled and beckoned to Wang Yao.

Wang Yao came back from his trance, grabbed his head and sat back on the stone bench, looking at the steaming dishes on the table.

Scrambled eggs with tomatoes, a stir-fried pork with garlic sprouts, and a pickled pickle from the north.

Wang Yao hadn't eaten this kind of steaming home-cooked food for a long time, and although the food in the school cafeteria was also hot, it was a big pot of rice for many students.

And home-cooked food is eaten by the whole family.

Wang Yao took the chopsticks handed over by Jin Wensheng, thanked him, lowered his head and began to eat in a muffled voice, although he ate three steamed buns at school when he came, but now he is also quite hungry.

What's more, he really eats this home-cooked meal.

Wang Yao's mood fluctuations are very clear, Jin Wensheng, who has seen countless people, looked at Wang Yao's emaciated figure with some sighs, sighed with a sip of loose wine, and was indeed a hard-working child.

As an old man from the old era, he has suffered too much and experienced too many hardships, so it is very difficult to see today's children suffering, especially Wang Yao's lonely and miserable situation.

Jin Wensheng's wife died at an early age, and he has been alone all these years, and after retirement, he continued to talk about storytelling in the Jinmen Teahouse, and then went all the way south, stop-and-go, and taught a lot of disciples of Yeluzi, especially in Xihemen Storytelling, the old man is the absolute ancestor level, basically all the descendants of Xihemen Storytelling are his disciples and grandchildren, but the old man has not had a true biography until now, just because there is no suitable candidate.

The gap between the true inheritance and the outer door lies in the inheritance, and the inheritance of the true inheritance is not only the craft of eating, but also the responsibility of revitalizing and continuing this craft, so character, talent and spirit are indispensable.

Craftsmen are not asking for food, the so-called three hundred and sixty lines, the line out of the champion, the craftsman has to do is this champion, especially their folk skills based on literature and opera, fight to the end, all the fight is learning, if you don't know how to do learning, there is no innovation, and you can't develop, and it is certain to die.

Any craft needs to be inherited, and in addition to the original things, there must also be things that have developed and evolved.

What's more important is the spirit.

Commenting on stories, joking about history, let the people of Baiding know who is the hero of Liangshan, the overlord of the Three Kingdoms, and those stories and allusions that reflect the darkness of the past dynasties, they don't know whether they are craftsmen, or the backbone of the grassroots people to reflect contemporary social problems.

But when the storyteller realizes this concept, another portal problem arises.

Jin Wensheng is the successor of the inheritance and Xihemen, and there are also the Commentalist Gate and the Northeast Drum to compete for the orthodoxy of the portal.

To put it simply, we don't talk about artistic disputes, and we don't talk about the development of quyi.

The arguments of the Storytelling Gate and the Xihemen are not very tenable in themselves.

No one has mentioned this statement endlessly before, and it was Mr. Ma Qi who took it seriously at the earliest.

The teaching of the storytelling gate, the teaching of the Xihemen, the portal theory as the origin theory, and the content of the reproduction to the performance is not storytelling.

Of course, whether some of the books performed by several artists in "Xihemen" here are storytelling, let's not talk about it first.

To use the portal to talk about art is nonsense in itself!

The storytelling itself and the West River are very intersecting

Mr. Zhang Jiexin's three sons are all Xihe Portal, and the Three Heroes Sword was also brought to the Xihe Gate, but you can't say that when the people of Xihemen made the Three Heroes Sword, it was a big drum book?