The Story of Qingfeng Village

Chapter 92
Dr. Tea came up to say hello: "Please sit down, what kind of tea do you want?"

Principal Wang looked at Zhu Xia.

Zhu Xia: "Scented tea."

Principal Wang: "Scented tea. Next, a plate of peanuts and melon seeds, hemp stick candies, and wax gourd candies."

"Okay, two bowls of scented tea, one plate of peanut melon seeds, mollusc candy and winter melon candy. Wait a moment, both of you..."

Dr. Tea's voice was ups and downs.

"Brother, I just ate, and I can't eat so much."

"Don't worry, when the three monkeys come, these things are not enough to see."

Zhu Xia thinks about it too. Young people have a good appetite and a large appetite, so they can eat again after turning around.

In a blink of an eye, Dr. Tea came over with a teapot with a long spout and a tray.

In the tray are peanuts, melon seeds, hemp stick candies and winter melon candies.

Two other white porcelain orchid tureens.

Uncovering the lid, Dr. Tea pointed the long-mouth pot to the tea bowl from a long distance, and poured boiling water accurately.

Zhu Xia: "Hey, great technology. It's rare to see such a way of mixing tea now, but I didn't expect to see it in a remote town."

Principal Wang: "You have come to a big provincial city, and you still don't know much."

Zhu Xia: "I have seen it before, but it belongs to the nature of tea art performances. It is really rare that such a teahouse still retains this traditional skill."

Principal Wang: "It's really rare, so let's have a good taste."

Zhu Xia: "Yeah, I've taken half a day off from Fusheng to sit in the teahouse."

The two chatted while drinking tea, and the number of people in the teahouse gradually increased.

Those who are not in a hurry to go home after going to the market and shopping, like to sit in the teahouse for an afternoon.Drink tea, listen to storytelling, Sichuan opera, and kill time.

For a while, the teahouse became lively.

The voices of people calling for friends, saying hello, calling Dr. Tea to add water kept coming and going.

There were also quite a few people who came to say hello to Principal Wang.

Zhu Xia: "Brother, it seems that you are quite famous, and you have many acquaintances here."

Because those who came to say hello were all unfamiliar faces, not from Qingfeng Village, Taiping Township.

Principal Wang: "These are old tea drinkers in Tongxian Town. I have been to the teahouse a few times, so I am familiar with them."

Just as he was talking, three monkeys came.

After greeting "Third Uncle, Principal Wang, and Teacher Zhu", the three of them squeezed in, Liu Li.

Principal Wang: "Sit down quickly, and call for tea and snacks."

Wang Qing: "Thank you, Third Uncle."

Liu Li sat down and looked around curiously.

This teahouse still maintains a traditional appearance, with wooden tables, bamboo chairs, covered bowls, tea storytelling and Sichuan opera.It is rare to see such a teahouse in today's information-advanced world. Most of them are elderly and middle-aged people, and there are very few young people.

"Principal Wang, Teacher Zhu, this is the first time for me to sit in a teahouse."

Wang Qing, stated: "So do we."

Although I usually come to the town to go to the market, but I always come and go in a hurry, so busy that I can't sit in a teahouse.

Principal Wang: "I invite you today to let you experience the slow life. Stop talking, Mr. Storyteller has come out."

The uproar stopped suddenly.

The teahouse was extremely quiet.

Everyone looked up to the stage, and saw an old man with gray hair, hale and hearty, and wearing a long gown, walking up to the stage.

He cupped his hands towards the audience and said, "Everyone is welcome."

Someone shouted from the ground: "Sir, please."

The storyteller went to the desk, sat down, patted Jingtang wood, and said: "Continue to talk about Yue Fei today, last time we talked about Yue Fei..."

Today's storytelling is about "The Story of Yue Fei". The three young people, including Zhu Xia herself, listened with great interest, and Principal Wang shook his head when he heard it.

Liu Li whispered: "Mr. Zhu, I have never heard of storytelling before?"

Zhu Xia nodded, expressing her understanding.

In fact, she hasn't heard of it for many years.The first time I heard storytelling was when I was in the village primary school, that is to say, Yue Fei was born.At that time, storytellers would tell stories in teahouses in the town on market days.If you usually go from village to household, please tell me which one you meet to hold a wedding.

That day, a father-daughter pair of storytellers passed by the village primary school, and the teachers asked them to tell a story to the students.Usually, the dolls have almost no entertainment, and they have to walk many miles to watch an outdoor movie, and adults don't take them there at night.

This time I met a storyteller, no matter what, I have to invite the children to tell the story and let them listen to it.

All the students in the school sat on the ground on the dam of the playground and listened with gusto.

Not only the teachers and students, but also the villagers who got the news gathered around the playground to listen. Even the parents who lived under the ditch came here with their sister in their arms when they got the letter.

She still remembers the storyteller's rich expressions and cadenced voice.

Withdrawing Piaoyuan's thoughts, he looked at the stage.

……

The old man on the stage had a rich expression, articulate, and fluent speech, and he didn't even tie a knot after a storytelling.Let people listen to it with care and dripping, and the meaning is still endless.

"Everyone, that's all for today. You need to know what will happen next, and let's listen to the next chapter to break it down."

The old gentleman bowed his hands towards the audience and went backstage.

Liu Li: "Oh, is this the end?"

Wang Qing: "The old man said so much in one breath, and he didn't even take a sip of water. What do you want?"

Liu Li: "I still want to hear it."

Wang Qing: "Please be early next time."

Statement: "It's hard to see a storyteller now, and many traditional things have no one to pass on. Only the old man is still sticking to it. I guess I will let it go when I can't say it."

The grandfather of the statement is also a folk artist, so he knows it well.

Dr. Tea placed some chairs on the stage.

"What is this for?"

"It's time to sing."

Then a few more people came up on the stage, they were all old men, and each of them held a musical instrument in their hands.

In addition, two actors, one male and one female, came up.

Look at the age is not too young.

No makeup, just singing a cappella to the sound of instruments

She sang excerpts from the Sichuan opera aria [Cai Zhong Yuan].

The edge of the cabinet tells the story of a wronged scholar who was chased by the officials and ran into a house in a panic. There was only one woman in the house. The scholar begged the woman to save him. The woman hid the scholar in the cabinet and escaped the arrest of the officials... ...the story of the post-tie tie.

What is being sung now is the passage in which the scholar begged the woman to rescue him.

The crowd was fascinated.

"Mr. Zhu, I didn't expect drinking tea to be so interesting. No wonder many people like to sit in teahouses. You can spend all day in teahouses."

Zhu Xia: "That's right, I have the opportunity to take you to the provincial capital to watch a professional Sichuan opera performance, how about it?"

"Have you changed your face?"

"Of course there is."

"Really, what you say is true.

"keep your word."

In the afternoon, it was time to return, and Wang Xiaochun found the teahouse to pick them up.

Liu Li: "The things I bought are still in the store, Uncle Xiaochun, please go and pick them up."

Wang Xiaochun: "Come on, which store is it? You lead the way."

Zhu Xia: "Brother, go get Liu Li's things first, we'll wait for you at the bookstore."

"it is good."

(End of this chapter)