Feng Jiushan swallowed his saliva, looked at Yang Mingzi beside him, and said, "Mingzi, why don't you come." ”

Yang Mingzi scratched his head, looked around, and pretended not to hear.

Feng Jiushan scolded secretly in his heart, but he didn't dare to speak out, and his black face turned the color of pig liver.

Liu Fenghua was puzzled, since this child came out, this situation doesn't seem to be under his control, why are these two artists so afraid of that child, Boss Liu is very puzzled.

On the other hand, the people here in Liancheng breathed a sigh of relief, especially Yang San and Lin Zhengjun, both of them had a sense of relief on their faces, and they no longer had the same sense of frustration as they had at the funeral before.

He Xiangdong stood up, pulled a chair, and said directly: "Come on." ”

Seeing that he couldn't hide, Feng Jiushan gritted his teeth and sat on the chair with his head down, looking at the black and oppressive audience under the stage, and a group of people around him, he was about to collapse, what is this?

There are also rules for coming to Pandao, and the artists who are being plated have a set of words like He Xiangdong, if he can't say it, the people in Pandao will take away the guy he eats and the money he earns today.

But if he says it, just like He Xiangdong, he can choose to ignore the person who crosses the road and continue to tell the story, or he can swing the folding fan and hand towel and wait for the other party to solve it. The other party also has a set of words, unraveling these things, he wants to help finish a book, and the money earned is for the other party, if he doesn't understand the rules here, he folds the whip, he has to compensate people for a day's performance money, so people who don't have the ability to do this kind of thing can't come.

Feng Jiushan picked up the folding fan on the table, glanced at He Xiangdong, gritted his teeth and stammered, "One ...... A...... A piece of waking wood is a career, a fan is a career, and the rivers, lakes and seas are home, and they are ...... Waves are not afraid. ”

Put down the folding fan, pick up the handkerchief and put it on the left, pick up the waking wood with his right hand and say: "Xingmu can be made, without embedded weeds and flowers, the civil and military generals let it go, and enter the door of the three ministers." ”

The right hand slapped the wood awake: "Smack." ”

He Xiangdong chuckled, deliberately looked at Feng Jiushan and said loudly: "If you want to help, just say it, I will not finish with you if you disgust our audience." ”

Hearing this, Yang San immediately held back a wicked smile, and said softly to Fang Wenqi: "Dongzi is too bad. Fang Wenqi also snorted angrily, with a playful smile on his face.

Sure enough, as soon as He Xiangdong's voice fell, before Feng Jiushan could speak, the audience rioted.

"Who's going to listen to you?"

"Fuck off. ”

"Wasting half a day, I have to tell stories, talk about fart, get out. ”

"Refund. I don't know who shouted for a refund, but the audience shouted for a refund in unison, and the momentum shocked the mountains and rivers.

Feng Jiushan's face turned white when he "brushed" it, where had he seen this scene.

He Xiangdong is very calm, they say that the audience of cross talk is not coaxed, just take shouting for a refund, they don't shout dozens of times a night, and he can't sleep.

He Xiangdong looked at Feng Jiushan and asked, "What do you say about this?"

Feng Jiushan was so ashamed that he almost didn't find a crack to get into, he had never been bombarded by the audience like this, his face was red, and he didn't dare to stay any longer, he took out all the money from his pocket and put it on the table, hugged his fists and said, "I'm sorry." "I ran away.

Yang Mingzi did the same, took out the money in his pocket without saying a word, covered his face and ran away.

"Woo ......" the audience booed again.

Fenghua's people are left with the boss Liu Fenghua alone, his face is also very ugly, he doesn't understand what is going on, and his own people are all gone.

Lin Zhengjun smiled and said jokingly: "Yo, Boss Liu, you can continue to listen to cross talk after you buy a ticket, our service in Liancheng is considerate." ”

"You ......" Liu Fenghua pointed his finger at Lin Zhengjun's nose, but he couldn't say a word, seeing that he couldn't do anything, he flicked his sleeves and left angrily.

Lin Zhengjun was still shouting in the back: "I often come to play when I have time." ”

Hearing this, Liu Fenghua was so angry that he stumbled on the threshold and almost didn't fall.

"Well deserved. Lin Zhengjun scolded secretly.

This turmoil has finally passed.

He Xiangdong also breathed a sigh of relief, he looked back at the master, wondering what to do next.

Fang Wenqi nodded at him, meaning that this book was up to him, after all, he said earlier that Yang San was helping him warm up, so he couldn't slap himself in the face.

Soon everyone on the stage went down.

He Xiangdong apologized to the audience on stage and explained what happened before, and the audience also generously expressed their understanding.

Then He Xiangdong sat on the chair and started the first storytelling in his life, the first time of the Three Kingdoms, fortunately Zhang Kuoru taught him a little, he knew something, so he would not show his timidity on stage.

Yang San and Fang Wenqi didn't go far, they just watched at the entrance door, Fang Wenqi was more and more surprised, although He Xiangdong didn't say it very well, but this posture routine was indeed not the same as the two of them.

"When the hell did this kid learn storytelling? Fang Wenqi was puzzled.

Yang San praised: "Don't say it, Dongzi's Three Kingdoms are a little bit of a posture." ”

"Yes. Fang Wenqi replied absentmindedly.

Yang San sighed and continued: "If it weren't for Dongzi today, my old face would have been lost, how can you say that there are still people talking about that kind of old rules now, alas, it's true." ”

Fang Wenqi raised his head, frowned, and said, "When did you say Dongzi worshiped Zhang Kuoru?"

"......" Yang San was speechless for a while, and he didn't hear a word of daring to nag the other party.

In the old society, all walks of life have rules, and you can't enter this line without a teacher's door, and you are not allowed to engage in this industry, otherwise you will be suppressed and rejected by your peers, not to mention the arts, even the shaver, you don't have a teacher's door, and when your peers come to Pandao, they will take away your shaving pick, so that you can no longer do business, so Pandao is also called carrying guys.

Of course, from our current point of view, this kind of practice is too barbaric, and it also violates the principles of free competition and freedom of labor, so it is normal for it to be abandoned by the times.

But where there are advantages, there must be disadvantages, this kind of rule is not without advantages at all, first of all, you have apprenticed to the genealogy of this industry, and you will become your own person, and you will get a lot of convenience.

Take cross talk as an example, you have apprenticed to the cross talk family tree, and you will go to other places to perform in the future, and if you encounter a temporary situation, illness or something, you can go to the local area to find a peer who talks about cross talk, report to the teacher's inheritance portal, and find that it is a person in the same family, and they will help you.

At that time, there were often seniors who organized themselves and their apprentices to start performing to earn money, and gave all the money they earned to their peers who were in trouble, this is called compulsory play, although they have never seen it before, and they have no friendship before, but they will still do it, this is the rule.

There is also the fact that if you go to another garden's theater and want to perform in a class, even if you are not capable, people will not accept you, they will entangle you and let you leave, which is the treatment of an artist with a family.

In the past, although the rules were very heavy, the human touch was also very strong.