The two courtesans sat on a stool in the wall of the hall, fiddled with the strings, and after a while they began to play again. And the surrounding drinkers were eating, drinking, chatting and laughing, as if they were not very interested.

Xu Qilin carefully looked at the musical instrument in the hands of the singer * prostitute and felt that it was very familiar, but it was plucked by playing, but not by pulling the strings.

After playing the song, the elder singer raised his head slightly, saluted the drinkers, and said: "The slave family will present the song "Pour a Cup of Music" again, thank you for the reward." ”

The music started again, and the young singer * prostitute opened his mouth to sing, singing tactfully, and he did have a good voice, although Xu Qilin did not appreciate the tune he sang.

"Hey, that little lady, why is she wearing a gauze hat and not showing her true face." A drinker asked aloud, somewhat dissatisfied.

The elder prostitute squatted lightly and said, "The slave family said before that because of their strange and ugly appearance, they did not dare to show their true faces, and only earned money with their singing voice and singing skills. ”

Female singers want to be popular, either have a good voice, or have a good face. It's understandable to account for only one of them. It's just that for shallow listeners, it's not easy to impress them.

Xu Qilin blinked, and felt a little sympathetic to this song* prostitute.

It is said that men and women are good-looking, not to mention ancient times, it is modern, it is better to learn well than to look good, and it is better to marry well than to do well, which is also a very common thing.

Fortunately, he is a man, although he is also very handsome. This song* prostitute said that she looked strange and ugly, but she didn't know how unexpectedly she looked?

Of course, there are very few people who come to drink and eat in the hall, and there are very few people with good taste. There is no problem with the song, singing voice and singing skills of the singer * prostitute, but the reward is small, which makes Xu Qilin shake his head lightly and sigh.

Judging people by their appearance, bad social habits, of course we can't do this. We have quality, taste, and appreciation, Xu Qilin reached out to pay for it, but found that there were only two silver cakes, but they were earned by selling meat skewers. After hesitating for a moment, he still took it out and went to the guy to take it as a reward.

The singer sat there very calmly, because she didn't lift her hat and didn't show her face, she saw a lot of scenes of rare rewards, she didn't care about it on the surface, but who knew the sadness in her heart.

"Little lady, there is a guest to reward." The man placed the silver cake in the tray in front of her.

Compared with the reward of a few pennies, this can be regarded as a big reward, and the elder singer * prostitute hurriedly got up, and was instructed by the guy to give Xu Qilin a gift to show his gratitude.

Xu Qilin smiled and nodded, then got up and walked over.

"Little lady, what instrument do you have? Can you show me? ”

The young courtesan looked a little dazed, and her expression gave Xu Qilin a strange feeling, and she turned her head to the older courtesan.

"This is Huqin, Ake, take it to Xiaolang for a closer look."

Huqin, isn't it the ancestor of the erhu?

Xu Qilin took the huqin and looked at it, fiddling with it. Although the direction of the device of the two-string axis is opposite to that of the erhu, there is no need for a thousand catties, and it looks like Ake played it with a plucking just now.

Huqin, although not a real erhu, still evokes Xu Qilin's memory.

When he was a child, he studied seriously for a while, but he was pulled by his parents by the ears, who let it be a social craze!

But he didn't choose the popular electronic organ, violin, accordion, or piano, but chose the erhu, which can be regarded as a little resistance to oppression!

But now it is impossible to let his parents beat and scold again, Xu Qilin was in a gloomy mood, his eyes were a little damp, and his nose was a little sour.

"This little man, you-" The elder courtesan saw Xu Qilin's strange expression, and couldn't help asking.

"Nothing, nothing." Xu Qilin returned the huqin, smiled reluctantly, and turned to leave.

Back upstairs, Xu Qilin was full of food and drink, and then took Wu Xiang and his subordinates, walked out of the restaurant, and walked home.

Huqin, there is really something for sale, buy one, go back to renovate and renovate, and play when you have nothing to do. Xu Qilin stared at this guy who was setting up a stall with a smile on his face, and couldn't help but cross his arms in front of his chest and slanted his eyes.

High curly hair, colored eyes, yes, a foreigner. Foreigner, foreigner, you also have today, um!

"Wolf fungus, mud and look at this batch again, there are many numbers, all of them are strong, and all of them are soft." The old takeaway took out the huqin, and diligently showed Xu Qilin other goods.

"What kind of skin is this?" Xu Qilin's nostrils were facing the sky, and he said word by word, so that he seemed condescending.

"Those who are cattle are spitting batches, those who are spitting batches, those who are wolf batches, and those who are sheep batches." The foreigner was very patient, and the smile on his face was also very standard, and he introduced Xu Qilin the same.

"Rabbit skin?" Xu Qilin asked. Damn, you can't straighten your tongue when you speak!

"Spit on the batch." The foreigner was very interesting, and put two hands on his head. Well, very vivid, a foreign old rabbit.

Xu Qilin picked it up and touched it, and sniffed it again, well, it's good.

"How much?"

"Ten cents a piece." The foreigner held out his finger.

"It's expensive." Xu Qilin shook his head, pursed his lips, and returned the rabbit skin.

"No ghosts, not ghosts at all." The foreigner hurriedly expressed his sincerity, "No, I'm at a loss, Jiuwen." ”

"Hey, the hair on this skin seems to be a little hard, prickly hands!" Xu Qilin almost stretched his skin into the foreigner's face.

"Who, I'll lose again, Bawen."

"Wuwen." Xu Qilin raised his eyebrows, and he had to fight for foreigners on the basis of reason, not to worship foreigners.

"Qiwen, the energy supplement is less."

"Liuwen, I want all the rabbit skins." Xu Qilin's eyes narrowed, "Not for sale?" Down. He turned around and walked away.

"Wait, wait, deflated." The foreigner had a bitter face, but Xu Qilin thought he was pretending.

"What about this huqin, the workmanship is rough......

"No, no, this huqin is the top number, and the workmanship is very ......"

"Hey, this is not in the right position, it doesn't match my hand. Forget it, don't ......"

"Deflated, I'm losing ......"

The foreigner is full of cows, and he screams in his heart: It's always me who loses!

This was a great victory in the struggle involving foreign affairs, and Xu Qilin was very proud.

It's not a question of money, it's a triumph of national character, personality, character. If he wasn't in a hurry, he would swing a big knife and mercilessly cut off the foreigner's head to the point of bleeding, and he would have lost all his blood.

Wu Xiang admired his own Xiaolang so much that he threw himself to the ground, and asked Xu Qilin for this bargaining method as he walked. Xu Qilin was proud and boasted.

When he walked through a street corner, a person suddenly ran out of the alley next to him, and the speed was very fast, Xu Qilin couldn't dodge, and was knocked out of the way.

"I'm at a loss, I'm sorry." This person helped Xu Qilin up, and patted Xu Qilin's body, with an anxious look on his face, "The lady in the family is sick, I rushed to invite Lang Zhong, brother Tai, are you okay?" ”