Take the whole family through the library

Chapter 20 Where did Bole Xiangma come from?
"Sorry!" Zhang Ying said apologetically.

"Thank you, Uncle!" Lin Qiaoqiao played the image of a good girl.

The shopkeeper waved his hand, motioning for the two to back down.

On the stage, according to the agreement signed with the inn, Lin Sanfu still told the story of the day before yesterday.According to the agreement, the next stage of storytelling can only be performed after three public speeches in the teahouse.On the stage, Lin Sanfu was hungry, talking about the opening chapter of "Journey to the West".

"One day. The earth shakes and the mountains shake."

When Lin Sanfu told this point, he saw that the mother and daughter had already entered the arena towards this side.Moreover, both of them gave him an OK gesture.Lin Sanfu smiled and walked aside, picked up the teacup on the table, and sipped the scent of tea.

The audience in the teahouse are all old acquaintances. Seeing the storyteller's actions, they knew that it was a change of breath, just wait for a while.How can it be less than an hour since the opening, let's have an intermission!So I waited patiently or drank tea or communicated with the people around me.

Who knows.

Suddenly, a strange music sounded.There are no instruments playing this music, just someone singing a cappella.It seems to be accompaniment to someone's consonants.

"Wait, wait~" This is Lin Qiaoqiao's rhythmic pronunciation.

"Boom, boom, boom~" Zhang Ying sent it.

The two and a half fools got together, unexpectedly, the classic soundtrack in "Journey to the West" was presented with [-] points.Putting it in front of these ancients who have never heard the genuine episode soundtrack, there was a burst of applause.

"it is good!"

"Never heard such a strange ditty."

"It's a very interesting ditty."

Boom!When the gavel sounded, all the guests fell silent.

Only the mother and daughter, the sound of the poor soundtrack coming out of their mouths.Under the soundtrack, Lin Sanfu began to talk about it. "There was a loud noise..."

The shop waiter came up to the shopkeeper, and while wiping the table, chatted and flattered him along the way.

Seeing that the house is full of guests, and no one complains that the story is not good or the storyteller is not good enough.The shopkeeper was in a very good mood, so he put down the brush in his hand and chatted with the waiter.

"Shopkeeper! You're worth the money! The previous one, I'm still laughing at how you spent so much money. Mr. Lin alone can give a speech on stage, so what mother and daughter do you want to be the headliner! Today, one, one Look! The shopkeeper is still very powerful, with eyes to recognize heroes! So you are the shopkeeper, and the little one is the waiter."

The waiter gave the shopkeeper a thumbs up.

"I observed him for an hour, and I saw that he has no stage fright at all. Although the cooperation between their family has not been perfect, it is still acceptable. The most important thing is that the stories he tells are novel.

And Mrs. Lin's interpretation is quite vivid. In this alone, Mrs. Lin is better than many old men.As for Miss Xiaolin, safflower needs green leaves to match it!

No loss, no loss.This business is a guaranteed profit.In the final analysis, in fact, I still took the light. "The shopkeeper said with a smile.

The waiter in the shop hurriedly made a cup of tea for the shopkeeper, "If it is put in other teahouses, no one treats them equally like our shopkeeper.

No matter how good a woman's performance is, she won't be paid much.What's more, if the little girl is placed in front of any shopkeeper who opens the door to do business, she will work for nothing and have no wages to get.

In the final analysis, it is still necessary to meet a good shopkeeper!How did you say those polite words! "

The shopkeeper was praised by the waiter in the shop, his face was full of red, and he squinted and smiled.

At this time, Lin Qiaoqiao, who was resting after changing the game, was going to go out to solve the problem of food and clothing.Hearing the conversation between the two, they immediately smiled like flowers.

"Second brother, that's Bole Xiangma." Lin Qiaoqiao reminded with a smile.

The shop clerk nodded quickly, as if it was quite the case. "Yeah."

The guests at the nearby tables turned around curiously.Among them, a son dressed as a scholar asked: "Dare to ask Miss Xiaolin, where did Bole Xiangma come from?"

This time, Lin Qiaoqiao's back felt cold.There is no Spring and Autumn and Warring States period in the history of this world.

"Brother Ning, how could she know as a little girl, why don't you ask Mr. Lin during the intermission!"

The storyteller's intermission time is actually equivalent to the time spent communicating with listeners.There is a press conference format where the storyteller is on stage answering questions from the audience.

Someone came forward to relieve the siege, Lin Qiaoqiao obediently saluted and exited the teahouse.

Lin Sanfu talked eloquently for a while, and then it was time for intermission.The shop waiter pinched, and went to ring the gong hanging on the other side of the teahouse hall.

Boom!Some guests will take advantage of this time to go out for a walk, or go to the toilet in the backyard of the teahouse, and some will go to buy some food and so on.Someone got up and went to the waiter to pay the money, and then asked Lin Sanfu, "Mr. Lin, what does that monkey look like?"

The income from this questioning belongs to the teahouse, and the storyteller does not take any money.Next to it is a writer who specializes in recording novel stories, and for every book sold, the storyteller can get ten copper coins.When selling books, storytellers are required to sign, which is somewhat similar to a book signing event.So don't worry, you will be blackmailed by the teahouse.

"His face and thunderous mouth. Why don't you ask my wife to draw a picture for display. I don't know what the official wants?" Lin Sanfu replied with a smile.

In the teahouse, there are often things like drawing characters in dramas, but most of them are painted by literati after listening to the stories.

The person who asked the question nodded in response, and said: "I asked this question first. If this painting is good, I will take it all. You have to remember, you need to show it to me first, you must not Give it to others first. Ugly words can be said first, if the painting is not good, I don’t want a copy.”

The waiter came forward with a smile and refilled another cup of tea for the customer. "Naturally, the guest officer should choose first. This cup of tea, the shopkeeper said please. The guest officer will taste it slowly!"

The shopkeeper asked Zhang Ying to paint, and the teahouse reserved an empty table.There are four treasures of the study, which are specially used for painting.

Zhang Ying waved her hand and said with a smile: "I can't draw with a brush, so I asked the shopkeeper to give me some charcoal. Burnt firewood sticks are also good!"

The shopkeeper waved someone to pick it up and supply it to Zhang Ying.

Zhang Ying took a piece of charcoal and drew a few random strokes on the ground, tried it out, and was very satisfied.Then he went to stand in front of the table where the previous guest who asked the question was sitting, and bowed slightly to salute. "May I ask the guest officer, is the size of this piece of paper satisfactory?"

The guest nodded, as if he had no hope for Zhang Ying's work.Zhang Ying went to the side to paint, but no one stepped forward to bother him.Lin Sanfu was still on the stage answering questions from other guests.

At this time, the Q&A session finally moved to the back row.After Ning Xiucai paid the consulting fee, he got up and wrote to the people on stage. "Xiaosheng's surname is Ning, not a talent, the last scholar. Mr. Lin, just now Xiaosheng heard that Miss Xiaolin and Xiaoer Dian mentioned the term Bole Xiangma. Xiaosheng heard it very new at first, so I dare to ask, where did Bole Xiangma come from?"

(End of this chapter)