Chapter 41 The Wine Talker and Storyteller
Li Feiyang's eyes fell on the name Huazi, who suddenly felt something, turned his head, and saw Li Feiyang walking towards him, grinning, revealing a mouthful of black teeth. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info
He no longer leaned against the wall, straightened his back, circled his legs, picked up a pair of chopsticks with both hands, knocked on the broken bowl between his legs, his voice was loud, and he sang in his mouth: "
Road! Road! Road!
Wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful!
Be at ease, let yourself go.
Hold a staff in your hand, and wrap it around the middle of the gourd.
Swim barefoot all over the world, like white clouds.
He only loves wine in his life, and is known as wine kendo. ”
After listening to him sing, Li Feiyang smiled dumbly and walked forward: "I only see your wine, where is your sword?" ”
Asked Hanako to stand up with a cane and said with a smile: "Where is there any sword, now there is only one stick!" Little brother, I heard that you have a jar of good wine at home, can you give alms to the old flower child? ”
Li Feiyang smiled: "Want to drink? That's not easy! Come back with me, I have a jar of 100-year-old Moutai wine, and I promise to fill your gourd. ”
made a "grunt" in Hanako's throat, and a light appeared in her eyes, and she said eagerly: "Centennial Moutai? Where is it? Where do you live? Shall we go now? ”
Li Feiyang said with a smile: "This temple fair is so lively, I have to go shopping for a while before I go back, why don't you bask in the sun again, and call you when I go back?" ”
Hanako tapped the ground with a rattan cane and said, "You don't need to shout, I'll naturally go to you at night, just prepare the wine." ”
Li Feiyang laughed, "Daoist, Daoist, you really don't have a sword, now you can only be called a wine Daoist, and you can no longer be called a wine sword Daoist." ”
The Taoist also smiled and said: "There is a wide world of wine, how can the sword roar?" You go! You go! ”
Li Feiyang led a few people to turn around.
After walking for a while, Yang Xiaoyue asked Li Feiyang: "Big brother, who is this dirty Huazi?" ”
Xie Fu and the others were also very curious, looking at Li Feiyang with blank eyes, waiting for Li Feiyang's answer.
Li Feiyang said: "A few days ago, Qingfeng Daoren chatted with me, saying that he had a master ancestor, who was unfathomable in martial arts and martial arts, and had both swords and swords. Especially Wudang swordsmanship, which can rank among the top three in the world, likes to play in the red dust, and is usually an image called Huazi. The one I met today seems to be him. ”
Shefzhi wondered, "Then he will really come to us tonight?" ”
Li Feiyang nodded: "It's not wrong, let's go home in the evening, cook a meal, put good wine on the table, and wait for this senior to come." ”
Li Dongsheng said: "Boss, I have never seen you respect someone so sincerely!" Could it be that this sloppy Taoist is really very powerful? Even you can't take care of him? ”
Li Feiyang sighed: "This has nothing to do with martial arts!" This person is a strange man in the dust, a hero in the market, now the world is declining, people's hearts are not ancient, and there are fewer and fewer heroic characters like this kind of chivalrous spirit of the ancients. To be sure, I can't be as uninhibited as he is. Since I saw such a strange man today, I can't get over it if I don't entertain him. ”
After walking in the crowd for a while, Liu Xiaolu said: "I'm very thirsty, let's find a shed to drink something and take a break." ”
Li Dongsheng's home is in the downtown area of Tangcheng City, and he is very familiar with this place, so he said: "There is a small teahouse in front, let's go inside to rest, there are snacks in the teahouse, and there are storytellers who tell stories about books." ”
Everyone listened to what he said, walked a few steps forward, and sure enough, there was a teahouse not far away, and when they arrived at the door, they saw a plaque hanging on the door, with gold characters on a black background, writing: auspicious teahouse.
Stepping in, I found that it was divided into two floors, a hall in the middle, full of tables of eight immortals, the tables were full of people at the moment, there were several hanging curtains around the hall, and there were private rooms inside. The second floor is also a private room, and the corridor of the building on the second floor spirals around the lobby, forming a patio-like square space.
The whole teahouse is antique and full of charm.
Li Feiyang's eyes lit up: "I didn't expect that we would have such a good place in Tang City!" ”
Li Dongsheng introduced: "This teahouse is an old teahouse, it is said to have a history of more than 100 years, the tables and tea sets inside are still old objects, the fees here are not expensive, the melon seed dim sum is not more expensive than other places, the taste is better than other places, the old people in the city like to come here to spend time, but now the family is poor, and there are fewer people coming." Today is a temple fair, and there will be so many people in the hall. ”
Li Feiyang nodded and said: "If this teahouse really can't be done, it can't be sold by him, if it is demolished, it will be a pity." Go back and tell Lao Huang that if this boss is really not doing well, help them, no matter what, they can't be demolished! Nowadays, there are fewer and fewer old shops like this! ”
Li Dongsheng said: "I came here a few times when I was a child, and I heard the boss say that the pain of the business, the small profit, it is difficult to support, but I am reluctant to sell, fortunately, the house appliances are their own things, that is, to make snacks, make tea, and serve the guests need several guys, they can't support so many people." ”
Sheff's way: "Who still has the leisure to come to the teahouse to drink tea now?" In the past few years, I was hungry and faint every day, but now, how many people have round bellies? Can't eat or drink tea? ”
Li Feiyang said: "Let's not talk about this, drink tea!" Drink tea! ”
There was a platform in front of the hall, and a storyteller was standing there with a folding fan in his hand and breaking wood to tell a story.
Li Feiyang found a table of eight immortals close to Mr. Storyteller and sat next to him, and Xie Fu and a few people also sat around.
The waiter walked over, "What do you like to drink?" What kind of snacks do you want to eat? ”
Li Feiyang said: "A little bit of all kinds of dim sum, not too much, a small dish is the same, a plate of melon seeds, and a pot of Biluochun!" ”
The waiter nodded and said, "Okay, you wait." ”
Turned around and went to the inner hall, and after a while, holding a black lacquer tray in his hand, Li Feiyang came to the table, put the refreshments on the tray on the table, and said, "A few slow users, you can talk about something!" ”
Li Feiyang picked up the teapot and looked at it, it was an old teapot with a small mouth and a big belly, it looked like it was clumsy, and the teacup was also a purple sand cup, it seemed that this was a matching tea set.
Li Dongsheng picked up the teapot, poured a little tea into the cup, washed the teacup, and then put the cup in front of everyone and began to pour tea for everyone.
Liu Xiaolu was so thirsty that she picked up the teacup and drank the hot tea with her teeth grinned.
As for what the tea tasted like, she definitely didn't know.
Li Feiyang smiled: "Drink slowly, drink slowly." ”
Yang Xiaoyue covered her face, with an expression that I didn't recognize her.
Liu Xiaolu said indignantly: "What's wrong? I'm thirsty, what's the shame of drinking some tea? ”
Li Feiyang smiled: "No shame! No shame! Xiaoliu, you drink yours. ”
Liu Xiaolu turned his head and found that a few people at the nearby tables were pointing at him and whispering, with a funny expression, he couldn't help but blush, picked up the teacup with both hands, blocked his face, and began to sip slowly, not daring to make any more movements.
Li Feiyang was secretly amused, pinched the teacup and took a sip, the tea soup rolled into his throat, only to feel that his mouth was full of fragrance and had a long aftertaste. I didn't expect the tea here to be excellent tea, this boss runs such a teahouse, it's really a cost.
Drinking tea, eating snacks, and listening to storytelling, this feeling is really a bit of an idle artistic conception.
The storyteller who commented on the story said very wonderfully, and a folding fan was compared back and forth, which attracted everyone to applaud again and again.
Yang Xiaoyue asked Li Feiyang: "Big brother, what kind of story is this commentary about?" ”
Li Feiyang smiled: "Yue Feichuan, haven't you heard of this?" ”
Yang Xiaoyue said: "I didn't hear Yue Fei's name here, I heard the names of Wang Zuo and Lu Wenlong. ”
Li Feiyang said with a smile: "Lu Wenlong is the righteous son of the Golden Vulture Technique, and he is very powerful. ”
Yang Xiaoyue said: "Oh, that's it." ”
At this moment, the storyteller woke up from the wood: "I want to know what happened next, and listen to the next decomposition!" ”
The tea guests in the hall shouted, "It's over so soon? It's not quite enjoyable yet! Say one more paragraph! One more paragraph! ”
A young student behind Mr. Storyteller picked up a wooden tray and bent down from table to table to thank him: "Please enjoy the meal, thank you, thank you!" ”
There were generous people, gave a few steel jumps and threw them on top of the wooden plate, and the young man hurriedly thanked: "Thank you!" Thank you! ”
The stingy man turned a blind eye to the wooden plate in front of him, and the young man was not angry, but still bent down to thank him and moved on to the next table.
When he arrived in front of Li Feiyang, Li Feiyang took out a few tickets, which had about 20 yuan, and threw them into the wooden plate.
The young man thanked him again and again, and shouted loudly: "Brother Xie is rewarded~!" ”
The entire hall was startled by his voice and turned to look at it.
I was a little surprised to see a few tickets on the wooden plate.
In this era, twenty or thirty yuan is equivalent to half a month's salary of an ordinary worker, which is already a lot of money.
Li Feiyang, a young man of fifteen or sixteen years old, said that he still gave it to others, and he still looked unfazed, and he guessed that he didn't know whose family was the loser in front of him, and he didn't know where to get the money, and he showed it here.
Li Feiyang rubbed his face, secretly regretting it, damn it, he was happy, and he forgot that this is not the world of his previous life, and he forgot about the current consumption level.
Looking at the young man who was holding the wooden plate with a thousand thanks, Li Feiyang waved his hand and said, "Big brother, let's go to the back for a walk." ”
The young man thanked him again and went to the table in the back.
The more than 20 yuan that Li Feiyang gave him was almost comparable to their income in January, so it was no wonder that he was so excited that he got carried away.
This year's storyteller has a more difficult life, telling stories in the teahouse, and he has to give the teahouse owner a little money, and the audience has no money, and he can barely get enough food and clothing all year round.
The young man collected the money below, and the storyteller arched his hand on the stage and said: "Ladies and gentlemen, the old man has been talking about books for a day today, and his voice is a little unbearable, now my little apprentice will tell you a joke for me, if it is not good, please give me more advice." ”
A young man in his twenties walked to the front of the stage and bent down to thank him: "Boy Wang Zhifang has saluted everyone!" ”
This man looks very energetic, but he can't do it when he speaks.
His voice was hoarse, and it sounded as bad as a duck's call, and this voice was called a male duck voice.
A good storyteller must have a loud voice, a mellow voice, a dantian spirit, and a lively body performance.
But in this, sound is especially important. You don't have a good voice, your voice is ugly, and no one wants to listen to it.
As soon as the young man spoke, there was a roar in the crowd in the hall below.
"How did you get a kid with a broken throat to come up and tell a story?"
"Is this teasing me?"
"Kid, your voice can't be good, go down!"
There was a lot of discussion in the hall, all of which were the voices that made the young Wang Zhifang step down.
Wang Zhifang looked embarrassed, he performed on stage for the first time, and he didn't know what to do about this embarrassment.
His teacher hurriedly walked to the front of the stage and bowed down: "Everyone, everyone, I'm sorry! Sorry! Listen to me. ”
"This apprentice of mine was originally very talented in storytelling, but recently had a serious illness and ruined his throat! As soon as I saw that it was broken, and his voice could no longer speak, I persuaded him to change his career, but he was not happy. This is his first performance on stage, it's not good, please bear with me! ”
The storyteller was also very helpless when he talked about it.
When everyone heard him say this, their sympathy rose, and they slowly quieted down.
Mr. Storyteller stepped back.
Wang Zhifang cleared his throat and opened his mouth to speak: "I'll tell you a little paragraph first, the name of this paragraph is Zhang Zuolin's black hands... ”
This was originally a funny joke, or Wang Zhifang wrote it himself, his teacher read it and felt good, so let him say that this is the beginning.
But after a joke is finished, the person who lowers the smile does not.
Wang Zhifang was a little unable to get off the stage, and his face was depressed, "Old and young masters, it's not good, it's a waste of everyone's precious time!" ”
Bend down and step down.
Li Feiyang saw that he was close, and he could see tears flashing in his eyes, and his expression was extremely sad.
Li Feiyang couldn't look at it, and said to Xie Fu's people: "You guys rest first, I'll go up and say a few words." ”
Yang Xiaoyue was stunned and said, "Go up and say a few words?" Big brother, where are you going? ”
Li Feiyang smiled: "Go tell the story!" ”
Moving his seat, Li Feiyang walked to Wang Zhifang's side in a few steps: "Brother, don't step down yet, let me say a few words, you come and listen to it, how about it?" ”
Wang Zhifang looked up at Li Feiyang: "Who are you?" ”
The moment he lowered his head just now, tears had already flowed out of his eyes, and his face was full of tears at the moment, and he was indescribably sad.
Li Feiyang said with a smile: "When I was a child, I liked to listen to Mr. Storyteller tell jokes and comment on stories. Until now, I still remember a few paragraphs, and I would like to say a paragraph in your treasure. Can you judge it? You have a bad voice, in fact, there is not much of a problem, I have heard a storyteller with a bad voice talk about the storyteller, it is very exciting, I will say a paragraph later, you listen to it. ”
Wang Zhifang didn't react for a while, stood on the stage, and looked at Li Feiyang silently.
His teacher came to Li Feiyang: "This little brother, thank you for the reward just now." I wonder what you came to stage for? ”
Li Feiyang said: "Listening to your story, my mouth is also a little itchy, and I also want to borrow a piece of your treasure to say a joke, you can rest assured, I will never rob you of your job, I just have fun." ”
The storyteller looked embarrassed, "This kind of thing is not in accordance with the rules." ”