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After leaving this hook fence, Wang Junlin did not leave, but continued to visit this tile city with Nie Xiaoyu, who was secretly observing everything with an expressionless face, compared to the hook fence, the overall space of the tile city is very large, there are many temporary tents set up in it, very simple, the outside is fenced with railings, and the inside is singing, dancing, singing, storytelling, acrobatics, etc., as long as it can bring fun to people, or kill time, there are all here.

People can go in and enjoy the show here, and throw money when they feel good, and if it's bad, they don't have a penny, and no one will say anything.

And these sheds are actually hook fences, of course, such hook fences are only the lowest-end entertainment venues, and most of the people gathered in them are ordinary people who are not financially well-off.

In addition to these hooks, there are similar performances in teahouses, wine shops, and even green buildings, but these places are relatively high-end, and ordinary people can't afford to consume them at all.

In view of the gap between the rich and the poor and the proportion of the rich and the poor in this era, the consumption in the ordinary goulan accounts for at least seventy or eighty percent of the people, and the consumption in high-end teahouses, restaurants and green buildings is probably only one or two percent at most.

After turning around, Wang Junlin and Nie Xiaoyu came to the hook bar where the pair of grandchildren were located, and at this time, they had already begun to perform storytelling.

"What do you need, two sons?"

It was still the guy he had seen just now, and when he saw Wang Junlin and Nie Xiaoyu coming in, he asked with a smile on his face.

"What do you have here?" Wang Junlin felt that the taste of the tea here was really average, and after drinking it once, he didn't want to drink it a second time.

"We have tea here." The guy said with a warm smile.

"Anything else?" Wang Junlin frowned.

"Only clear tea." The smile on the man's face remains the same, the guy is a good man.

had no choice, Wang Junlin finally let the little two serve a pot of tea.

But I can't help but sigh in my heart, this guy who is in charge of the fence has no business acumen, and he can't do business, no matter what kind of performance he watches, he can provide some snacks, dried fruits and other things, and the price is not too expensive, it is one or two percent more expensive than the stalls outside, which is a lot of income.

Think about the future generations, whether it is the black dance hall or the white dance hall, it doesn't cost money to watch performances, but you have already made enough money by relying on wine, fruits, melon seeds, and drinks, and then the service is a little more complete, and you may not make a lot of money by retaining guests, but at least it will not make the grandfather and grandson so pitiful.

I thought about these things for a while, and while waiting for the guy to serve tea, I listened to the storyteller on the stage.

"This old man wears many hats!" To Wang Junlin's surprise, the storyteller was the old man who played the guqin between the grandfather and grandson, Wang Junlin and Nie Xiaoyu had already talked halfway when they came, and they didn't know what the preface and afterwords were, and I didn't know what story he was talking about, but the logic of this story was simple, and a little guess could also guess seven, seven, eight, eight. A few people sitting scattered in the audience listened energetically, and when they heard the joy, occasionally someone pinched a few copper coins from their arms and threw them, and the old man smiled on his face and spoke more energetically.

Speaking of the critical moment, the old man suddenly paused, stood up, and said: "Ladies and gentlemen, today's story is here, I want to know what will happen next, and listen to the next breakdown......

Just as he heard the urgency, he was so come out by the old man, and a few people below were suddenly dissatisfied, but the performance was not very strong.

"You old man, what kind of appetite do you have, keep talking!"

"I'm hearing it, what is this?"

"Next time, decompose a fart, and reward you with some copper, by saying!"

The two of them muttered a few words, took out the copper coin from their arms and threw it on the stage.

"Since you officials show love, then the old decay will continue." Seeing that a few copper plates had fallen more or less under his feet, the old man secretly breathed a sigh of relief, saying that the book was too normal to be cold at this time, and if no one threw the reward, this book would not be able to continue.

There was a reward, and the wrinkles on the old man's face bloomed like chrysanthemums, and he had already stood up, but he quickly sat down immediately, cleared his throat, changed his emphasis, and said: "Let's say that Liu Gongzi came to Wangjiazhuang......

This old man's routine is relatively common, those storytellers or servants, stop at the end of a show or when the performance reaches a critical juncture, charge the audience, and then continue to perform, which is very common in the tile market, after all, these rewards are most of their income composition, and the guests at the bottom actually know the rules, and they scold a few words in their mouths, and the reward will still be given. But only if the story is told that entices them to want to know what follows.

"Such a boring story is also so popular, not to mention the Jin family and the ancient predecessors, as well as those Internet gods, even well-known Internet authors who make up a story a few streets better than the story told here!" Compared with the previous performances of dancing and singing, this scene of storytelling surprised Wang Junlin even more, and he couldn't help but sigh again at the lack of spiritual food for people in this era.

Also, this service ...... I looked in the direction that the guy left, that guy was quite enthusiastic just now, but the action of serving tea is not ordinarily slow! It's been so long, and the tea hasn't come up yet......

At this time, on the side of the stands, the granddaughter of the old storyteller on the stage, the cute and lovely girl showed her head, and saw Wang Junlin and Nie Xiaoyu sitting at the table not far away, and walked over with a happy face. She and her grandfather were busy performing just now, and after taking the two benefactors to the hook fence, they went first, and when they were done and then looked for the benefactor to prepare a good reception and thanks, the two benefactors had already left, and when they were disappointed, the benefactor came back.

Quickly ran to the backyard to get a snack wrapped in a handkerchief from his bed, and the cute and cute girl ran to the front of the bar, and almost collided with the buddy.

The girl grabbed the handkerchief she was wrapping things in, and saw that the snacks she had treasured for many days did not fall, so she patted her chest, exhaled, and said angrily: "Okay, you Wei Dabao, do you want to scare this girl to death!" ”

The guy covered his stomach, his forehead was covered with sweat, the expression on his face was tangled, and he bent over and said, "Sister Shuyi, you help me give this pot of tea to the two sons over there, I seem to have a stomach." ”

As the man spoke, he pointed to the teapot that was set aside, and then disappeared.

The girl took the teapot, grabbed the small package of her handkerchief with the other hand, muttered a sentence in her mouth, and then picked up the teapot and walked over.