"I'm sorry, we're late today. It's a bit of a rush, so let's hurry up and start recording when the time comes. ”

After entering the theater, Kang Dapeng pushed his glasses and glanced at the twenty or thirty audience members who came, and immediately said to the manager.

It's true that I'm in a bit of a hurry.

And the reason why he came here was mainly because an audience member recommended the storytelling.

For this reason, he ran a lot of bookstores, and after knowing that Tianjing was a Yanjing bookstore, he would definitely not let it go.

Although he is now the host, he has been coming to Yanjing Literature and Art Radio for several years, and the "Literature and Art on Demand" he hosted is still one with relatively good ratings.

And to put it bluntly, this program is to choose various art forms for everyone to broadcast, so the program not only broadcasts drums, operas, etc., but also storytelling.

Otherwise, it would not have taken effort to go to Tianjing to record the storytelling, in order to diversify the storytelling.

He felt that Tianjing Storytelling was completely different from Yanjing Storytelling, so he definitely had to come over to record it.

As for "Happy Teahouse", now it is almost dominated by sketches and cross talk, and this cross talk is the cross talk that the masters say, such as Mr. Mikasa, Mr. Hou Baolin, and some works of the stand-up king Liu Baorui.

In addition, there is the TV cross talk that has appeared in recent years.

Even if he wants to record the cross talk of a small theater, he may not have heard of it, because the cross talk initiated by Deyun is back in the theater in the folk, and few people know it.

Wait until all the recording equipment is arranged.

Dapeng has come to meet Mr.

Jin Wensheng must have heard of it, and at the same time he also talked to another storyteller for a while, as for Wang Yunfei was introduced, today is also the time to tell a story.

Dapeng had to be a little puzzled.

But they didn't say much, because now they are not familiar with it at all, at most they can say a few polite words, and then wait for the opening of the storytelling.

But he didn't say it, and the people who came with him had to open their mouths when they saw that there was such a seventeen or eighteen-year-old child who wanted to tell a story.

"Dapeng, I heard an uncle just now, the kid you just saw is not simple, I originally thought he was here to exercise, but I didn't expect people to say that they also took money to tell stories, which is amazing.

When we went to the Nanxuan Library, where did we encounter this kind of thing? ”

"yes, I think it's amazing, too."

Dapeng didn't know what the situation was in, so he looked forward to it a little more, "The first book is his, let's sit down and listen to it."

After listening to it, you will probably know. ”

"That's good! At such an age, you can get money to tell stories, I'm afraid you really have a good place for yourself. ”

As soon as the stool was pulled, the one who was traveling with him also sat in the library like Dapeng and waited for the next performance.

And the time is fast, when they came, it was already about 1:40, and when they packed up the equipment, it was already 50 minutes.

So after a while, the young storyteller in their eyes really came to the stage.

After Wang Yunfei arrived at his position, he bowed and sat down on the stool, his eyes were slightly beaten, and he was very happy.

It's still this small bookstore and small stage, but the audience can't love it, first of all, the ticket money here is not too expensive, after all, it is not a good place like Yanjing.

So you can spend a lot of money to play for an afternoon, and you are willing to do anything.

But he didn't delay, his breath sank, and he began to recite the poem.

"The sky is covered by the earth, and the sun, moon and stars sleep with me!

Whoever casts the net of fame and fortune, wealth and poverty are not ordinary.

There are also horseback riding and sedan chairs, and there are also cart handles.

Riding a horse and sitting in a sedan chair to repair the blessing, the cart should bear the life.

Horses carry demented men, and beautiful women often sleep with clumsy husbands.

Eighty years old man stood in front of the door, and the three-year-old naughty boy dyed the yellow spring.

It's not that God doesn't open his eyes, and good and evil will be repaid in the end!

”

With a snap, Wang Yunfei fell down the waking wood, and at the same time spit out two words in his mouth, "Cycle!"

”

Quack quack!

As soon as the poem was recited, the applause of the audience was given.

At the same time, the media person who was traveling with Dapeng looked at the stage and whispered.

"You can hey! This set poem is imposing, and the audience also praises it, which is a bit of a sprout. ”

Dapeng has been a literary host for so many years, so he naturally understands these operas, and he is helpless, "It seems that it really has a bit of a gentleman's taste, no wonder, let's listen to it first." ”

……

"There are a lot of people here today, and it's full again. I know it's all for my grandfather, Mr. Kim, but you may also be able to see that today is a little different, and it's recorded.

It's different with recording, and you can't say too much. We have to get down to business, so when is the story today?

In fact, it can be done at any time, because this can be said to be an inertial practice of ancient officialdom.

What kind of habitual practice is to take the official as a business, as for how to do it, there are methods. Ask the people to donate all kinds of money and give all kinds of taxes.

Don't look at the simple tax, it really costs the lives of the people.

I can't live like this one after another. It is not a matter for a rich family to pay twenty or thirty taels, but the poor are really fine.

There is no such family, a family of three living a life. The husband's surname is Wang, and his name is Wang Jiu. took a daughter-in-law and gave birth to a child, who was less than a year old. ”

gave a simple explanation, Wang Yunfei started the story behind the table, and at the same time he was paying attention to the recording equipment when he was talking, it was really strange to say, it was nothing when he usually said it, but today he should pay attention to it.

Because it was played on the radio, some words could not be said much.

"The husband and wife are worried, what should they do? There are still two taels of silver left this month, and everything that can be sold at home has been sold early, so I borrowed money from this, but I can't pay it back.

Sitting in the room embarrassed, all of a sudden, the tolerance at the yamen came to the door. As soon as he came in and locked Wang Jiu away, his daughter-in-law held the child and wanted to stop him.

I'll you.

The official kicked the ground, and the child cried beside him.

Get up and chase again, and the person has already gone away.

Wang Jiu came to the county yamen, how could he stand it well, and beat him up on May 44.

After beating the county master, he spoke, and the deadline was three days, and the money could be repaid, if it was not on the side, it would be left in the cage. ”

At this point, Wang Yunfei explained on the stage, "The standing cage is a kind of torture tool in the past, a small cage made of wood, and people are staying in it.

It is said to be a standing cage, but there are several kinds, one is standing vertically, with the head exposed and the hands also following outside, but it is stuck.

But the cage is very high, you have to pad your feet to get your neck there, and as soon as your feet are flattened, your neck will be stuck there, and you have to die for a long time.

So I don't know who researched it, and it lacks morality. Not seeing blood is worse than seeing blood.

There is another kind that is more ruthless, you can't stand up, you can't lie down, you just nest. After a long time, people will be completely wasted. ”