"Inhumanity, huh?" Huang Hua let out a sad cry and looked up to the sky and sighed.

He Xiangdong looked at his uncle who was about to go crazy with a stunned expression.

Fang Wenqi walked up to Huang Hua, patted him on the shoulder, and comforted: "It's okay, Ah Hua, your performance on the stage is not necessarily worse than Dongzi." ”

Hearing this, Huang Hua was about to cry: "I'm in my forties this year, and he's only nine years old." He spent as much money as me for seven or eight performances, and the audience responded so well......"

He Xiangdong was also a little embarrassed, scratched his head, and said shyly: "Actually, it depends on talent." ”

The divine mending knife, Huang Hua's pupils dilated, and the blood spurted endlessly.

After Huang Hua left, He Xiangdong walked to the master's side, lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry Master, I made my own decision today, you can punish me." ”

Fang Wenqi looked at the nine-year-old child in front of him, and he was also very emotional, his apprentice was even better than he imagined, there was an apprentice like this, what else could he say.

"The eight screens have his original words, and you changed it on your own initiative today. Your master, I have never been a conformist person, cross talk needs innovation and progress, what I can't get used to is just those who abandon the efforts of their predecessors, abandon the methods that have been summed up by their predecessors for more than a hundred years, and they are blind there. Today...... You're doing a great job. ”

He Xiangdong looked up at his master, and a smile slowly appeared on his face, this was the first time he had changed to traditional cross talk, but this was just the beginning.

The cross talk performances are all paid for one performance, Huang Hua also received money for two performances, the first one and Fang Wenqi's counterpart cross talk two people split the money, and the third one was a personal allegro and took a single share.

The traditional rules are like this, Huang Hua is also very open-minded, he didn't complain that Fang Wenqi's income was more than him, he helped clean up, and left.

Fang Wenqi and He Xiangdong returned the borrowed stool, said a lot of thanks, and then walked around the market.

It was almost noon, and the market was still full, and the vendors were still shouting for their gadgets.

He Xiangdong was very excited, no matter how he said that he had just earned a lot of money: "Master, according to the rules, do you have to give me a bad job?"

The money is only counted when you perform in places like the Tea House Theater, because here you have all kinds of expenses, and there are more actors, so you don't have to do your own work on the streets.

The audience may also come to praise a certain corner, and at the same time listen to the craftsmanship of other artists, and then give the money, at this time, it is not good if it is still according to the original way of account sharing.

Especially in the Grand Theater, everyone buys tickets to enter the theater and spends money once, how do you calculate this money, Dajiaoer and a young artist who have just graduated from the school take the same money? This is obviously unreasonable.

So later, there was also a saying that the division was determined according to the level and appeal of the artist, and the basic actor was to take a share, and the jargon called the whole share. Actors with an average level or those who have just graduated from the school take a broken share, 70% or 90%, which is called seven cents and nine cents. Apprentices generally do not take a share, occasionally share a little change, and the apprentice who can top the field can take three or five cents, and there are also "bench shares" and "clothing shares".

The charismatic big horn can also take a portion, because the other actors are pointing at you to eat. Therefore, there is a distinction between "horns" and "wrists" in the art world, and the famous ones are called wrists, just like the hype of later generations, on a few shows, there are some scandals, and they are popular, this is called wrists.

Others point to you to eat, and a whole theater actor points to your appeal to eat, if you are sick and can't come, the big guys have to go hungry, this is called Jiao'er.

Hearing that He Xiangdong wanted to break the share, Fang Wenqi's swarthy old face showed a little smile, and said, "I'm not tall, but my idea is not small." ”

He Xiangdong said: "Master, the ten yuan is still given by people to see my face, are you embarrassed to not share me?"

Fang Wenqi asked as a matter of course: "Sorry, why are you embarrassed?"

He Xiangdong was stunned by Master's shamelessness.

"Alright, I'll buy you a pancake fruit as a reward. Fang Wenqi went to buy pancakes and fruits for He Xiangdong to make trouble, and the vendor who sold pancakes and fruits also made them with a black face, and he probably heard He Xiangdong's cross talk in front of him.

Fang Wenqi bought one for He Xiangdong, but he didn't buy it himself.

He Xiangdong was holding and gnawing, an old man and a young man continued to visit the market, and stopped at a fortune-telling stall to see a fortune teller in a horse coat sitting cross-legged on the ground telling fortunes.

After watching it for a long time, when the man finished calculating the hexagram for the guest, and the guest left, Fang Wenqi hugged his fists and stepped forward and said: "This brother is doing a good job, brother and I are from Tuanchun, we are all old friends, how much do you come and go?"

The fortune teller was about fifty years old, and he looked at Fang Wenqi strangely and asked, "What's the matter?"

Fang Wenqi was stunned for a moment, then smiled and arched his hand: "No, I'm disturbed." ”

After saying that, he turned around and left, leaving the fortune teller with an inexplicable face.

He Xiangdong followed behind the master, only to hear Fang Wenqi muttering: "It turned out to be an empty hole." ”

He Xiangdong didn't understand, and asked, "Master, is that fortune teller inaccurate?"

Fang Wenqi also smiled and said: "How can the gold dots be absolutely accurate, they are all fishy, and occasionally there are two who will be sharp, but it's amazing, I just saw that this gold is quite a good way, and I thought it was an old man, but it turned out to be a loophole." ”

The gold point line refers to the fortune-telling industry, and the gold point refers to the face-to-face. Fishy work is fake, mainly flickering, sharp work is the kind of person who has read a little metaphysical hexagram book, there is an old jargon in Jindianxing called "fishy sharp, race fairy".

Lao He is an old Jianghu person, and Kongzi is a person who does not understand Jianghu affairs. The rivers and lakes referred to here are not the kind of martial arts novels that fly all over the sky without a word, nor are they the kind that are mixed with the black, but the rivers and lakes.

In the old society, these people who sold art, talked about cross talk, told fortunes, played tricks, sang songs, sold clothes, sold plasters, sold eye medicine, etc., that is, we commonly called those who ran the rivers and lakes, and the rivers and lakes were also composed of these people.

There are also secret words in the rivers and lakes, called spring points, and the academic points are called professional terms produced in order to safeguard the interests of the professional community. Just like when I was talking about cross talk earlier, He Xiangdong told the master that the load and the middle yuan are the jargon in the spring point, you can't just shout loudly about how much money we earned.

Seeing that Master's nature was a little low, He Xiangdong comforted: "Master, don't think about those things, people don't talk to us about cross talk, and the quality of people has no impact on us." ”

Fang Wenqi glanced at him, smiled, and said, "Then you are very wrong." ”

"Huh?" He Xiangdong was also stunned.