MTL - Shanwa Small Rich Farmers-Chapter 706 generation gap

   Several people in the private room had just sat down. A little girl in Han uniform was in front, and the waiter in the waiting room was behind, holding a tray. The two entered through the curtain. The two stood by the table, and the second child placed the tray that had been held up to his shoulders to be at the same height as the table, while the little girl in Hanfu stretched out her hand to put the snacks in the tray on the table.

Although it is just a small tray, there are tricks in it. Ordinary people would be satisfied with three plates. This one stacked three layers of layers, and he used a tray to hold twelve small plates. , It can be seen that the second brother has a lot of work in his hands.

Now that Wen Xu knew what the steps were for, the little girl in Han uniform stood in front of the table, no matter what angle she looked at, her height just couldn't block the sight of the people sitting there, and she was able to hold the snacks normally. Serve to the guests.

   Figured this out, Wen Xu couldn't help but secretly patted his thigh, thinking: Hey, look at this particularity! A group of ancients really knew how to play.

   "This is from our shopkeeper, braised duck tongue, foie gras in sauce,..." The little girl placed the dishes on the tray on the table while holding the name of the dish.

Waiting for the little girl to finish the report, the work in hand was over as soon as the voice fell, and she took two steps back and gave a little blessing: "There is one last thing, please set your mobile phones to silent, so as not to be listening disturbing others during the play! Please use it slowly now!"

   "It's for you!" Wang Zhe took out a fifty-dollar note from his pocket.

Seeing Wang Zhe's actions, Xiao Er, who was holding the tray with both hands in front of his waist, immediately took two steps forward to catch the 50 yuan note on the tray, and at the same time shouted: "Thank you for the reward! Ten dollars!"

   This yell, let alone a private room, can be heard downstairs.

   After shouting, Xiaoer retreated to the door and opened the curtain to leave the private room. The little girl in Han uniform stood by the curtain at the entrance.

  Wen Shigui said: "Little girl, we don't need you to greet us here, if we need anything, we can call you!"

   "Yes, listen to the master's order!" The little girl opened the curtain and went out after being convinced.

   "Who thought of all this?"

Waiting for the little girl to go out, Wen Xu turned to ask the elder brother, and while asking, reached out to take a small disposable plastic spoon on the plate, made a few brine broad beans and put them in the palm of his hand, then squeezed one Throw it into your mouth, chew it and feel that the taste is really good. The combination of salty and braised taste is just right, much more delicious than homemade.

   "Who else? Yu Yao, he's a big stubborn guy" Wen Shi said with a smile.

Wang Zhe followed and said: "It can't be regarded as a stubborn master. This place is not the Jingjiayuan over there. If you buy tea for ten yuan, you can sit there and listen to the book for an hour. It's enough if someone sings the talk over there." I don’t care if it’s good or not. When you come here to listen to the music, you always have two in your pocket when you watch the play. The play is good and the singing is right! If you drink well, you can pay for any flowers and flower baskets here."

  Wen Shigui said: "A bouquet of flowers is eighteen, a bouquet of flowers is eighty-eight, and a flower basket is two hundred and eighty-eight! The biggest one is the baby's breath, eight hundred and eighty-eight."

  Wen Xu stretched out his little finger and scratched his head when he heard the words: "Why does it sound like I copied a live broadcast that is very popular now!"

Wang Zhe said with a smile: "Then you guessed wrong. This way of playing is nothing else. Anyway, as far as I know, it existed in the Qing Dynasty. Was there a live broadcast at that time? Even if it was copied, it was a theater that was copied live, and in essence There is not much difference between the above two. It’s just that one level is higher and the other level is lower.”

   "What is a live broadcast?" Wen Shigui didn't know about the live broadcast, so he opened his mouth and asked after hearing Wang Zhe's live broadcast.

  Don’t say that Wen Shigui is hypocritical, he is in his 60s and almost 70s, and he doesn’t have as much information as the old men and women in the city. It’s easy to understand if he doesn’t know the live broadcast.

  Wang Zhe did not explain, took out his mobile phone, tapped it, and handed it to Wen Shigui: "Here, this is it!"

"Isn't this a girl eating? The food is still instant noodles, or a bucket of 4.5 yuan noodles." Wen Shigui was a little presbyopic, and gently pressed Wang Zhe's wrist and pushed Wang Zhe's hand away. Only then did I realize that on the screen of the mobile phone was a young girl dressed up with her old man's aesthetic face that looked like a dead face, and her mouth was smeared like she had just eaten a dead child, eating noodles. After watching for about ten seconds, the little girl was still eating, and Wen Shigui was a little confused.

   "This is the live broadcast, look at the slap below, the flowers can be exchanged for real money, and they are all given by people who watched the little girl eat"

  Wen Shigui had a look of disbelief: "There are people who spend money to watch other people eat? I don't care, you young man deceived me!"

Wen Shida knew about the live broadcast, but what he had seen was a singer, and the singing girl had a pretty good voice, so he was quite accepting of the live broadcast, but now that he heard about it, he immediately stretched his head and came over : "Is there anyone watching people eat?"

  "Children are really free now." Wen Shiqing is educated, and he still has the habit of reading books and newspapers. He knows more about this matter than his two cousins.

  Wen Xu saw why this topic had strayed to the live broadcast again, and quickly reached out and tapped on the table a few times: "Hey, brothers, stop the live broadcast, the show will start soon."

   Just a second or two after Wen Xu finished speaking, drums and piano sounds came from behind the stage below. There was nothing to announce, the cutscene dragged on for about ten seconds and then stopped.

   "It's about to start! Everyone turned their mobile phones to the silent position, if it wasn't for the fact that this place is really crowded." Wang Zhe looked at the stage with great interest, and casually said to Wen Xu and the others.

  Just as Wang Zhe finished speaking, the little girl in Han uniform also came over to remind her.

Wen Xu and the others also set their mobile phones to silent. Although they didn't come here once in a serious manner, Wen Xu knows that there are always some people in this world who take themselves too much. When the plane took off, the stewardess had that kind of patience, but Jingyaxuan didn't. There was a warning sign next to the entrance, and there were about 30 people who were thrown out together with their mobile phones in the month before the opening, an average of one a day. It became famous after two months, and the store was still open normally. Only then did many people know how good the boss's backstage is.

Just after turning off the mobile phone here, the door over there rang again, this time the sound was obviously louder, and three or two minutes later, the curtain on the stage opened, and the stage showed stage set.

The small local operas have the characteristics of small operas, and the singing is naturally not the taste of Peking Opera. If you say that the small operas in Guqiao are a bit like Huangmei Opera, the speed of articulation is almost the normal rhythm of singing, and the origin is local narrative. Xiaoqu, although the rap and singing are in dialect, the dialect of Guqiao is not much different from Mandarin, and generally those who understand the news broadcast can understand what is said, and occasionally there are some small words that are confusing.

Wen Xu listened to the play while eating snacks. Since the song was "Second Sister Liu Missing Her Husband", the person playing the role of Second Sister Liu was naturally a girl. This is different from Peking Opera. There is no such thing as a reverse play in the small plays here. They are all played by men. , female singing female roles. The make-up was not too bright, and it could be vaguely seen that the character on the stage was still a pretty girl.

  Listening to the opera is a layman, but Wen Xu still finds it quite interesting, but he puts half of his energy on eating, and the other half is used to listening to the opera.

"it is good!"

   When the song came to a wonderful point, Wang Zhe, Wen Shigui and the others immediately cheered loudly.

   And in the audience, immediately there was a girl in Han uniform, holding a Hualan and putting it in front of the stage.

  Wen Xu was thinking about giving one away too, but Wang Zhe took the lead and clapped his hands lightly.

  The Hanfu girl at the door walked in with warm and surprised eyes.

   "What do you guys need?"

   "Give me a big flower basket," Wang Zhe said without turning his head.

  The next words made Wen Xu's mind jump a little, Wang Zhe said: "Alipay!"

  Then I don’t know where the girl in Han’s uniform got out the code scanner, and the two completed the handover within two or three seconds.

  A scene doesn’t last long, that is, fifty minutes. After the singing, there are already a dozen flower baskets and bouquets of flowers in front of the stage. It was originally said that people who watched the live broadcast were free, but Wen Shiqing himself gave a bouquet of flowers to the protagonist after listening to the beautiful play.

This kind of talk came to an end, Wen Xu and the others sent two flower baskets, five or six bouquets of flowers, and made a top reward. At this time, the protagonist who shot the scene came to the box and thanked the others, and I offered everyone a cup of tea.

  After listening to the opera, the cross talk over there is about to start, Wen Xu asked Wang Zhe, "Brother Wang, are you listening to the cross talk with us or what?"

  Wang Zhe shook his head and said, "I won't listen to the cross talk anymore, I'm still preparing some excerpts here!"

   "A play?" Wen Xu asked in surprise.

  Wang Zhe hummed: "That's right, I've already thought about some plays, and I'll sing a part of "The Romance of the West Chamber""

   Hearing what he said, Wen Xu thought narrowly in his heart: Your baby can run all over the place, so how can you be so lucky! Didn't you listen to "Second Sister Liu Missing Her Husband" or "The Romance of the West Chamber", the taste is very unique.

   This thing makes Wen Xu say that it is an ancient romance!

  Thinking so in his heart, but Wen Xu naturally wouldn't say it out, so he said goodbye to Wang Zhe.

   "I wonder if Brother Wen is free tomorrow?" Wang Zhe asked.

  Wen Xu replied casually: "I have almost nothing to do all day long!"

"Well, I'll invite everyone at home at noon tomorrow, especially the old brothers. I have not only wine at home, but also a few good records in my collection, including Mr. Tong Xiangling's "Taking the Tiger Mountain Out of Wisdom". Vinyl records, if everyone likes them, they will come."

   Before Wen Xu could understand, Wen Shigui and the others immediately lost their composure.

  Wen Shiqing opened his eyes even wider: "Really?"

   Seeing Wang Zhe nodded slightly here, Wen Shigui also said: "Then I must go to your house as a guest tomorrow!"

   "That's for sure, I even forgot how old I was when I first heard him sing," Wen Shida also said.

In the next two or three minutes, the four of them got together and started chatting, from this Mr. Tong Xiangling to Mr. Yu Kuizhi, Wen Xu knew that these two must be singing, but for a few people, they felt that the name was like thunder. No, Wen Xu is a smear.

   "This is it?" Wen Xu interrupted after leaving the door.

  Wen Shida said: "Mr. Yu Kuizhi, you should know."

  Wen Shigui smiled and said: "Don't tell him, he may not know his age here, but you should tell him about Guo Degang when talking about the piano with Niu."

  Wen Xu smiled after hearing this, and the brothers just walked towards the cross talk hall.

After seeing the theater, the Crosstalk Hall actually needs no introduction. The venues are pretty much the same. The expensive ones here are not the private rooms upstairs, and there is no such thing as private rooms here. It's right in the middle, you can almost touch the stage with your hand, and it's only three or four meters away from the cross talk actors.

   After waiting for an hour, if Wen Xu couldn't wait for the middle position, then the boss wouldn't have to do it.

Although the location is the best, the level of the actors on the stage is average, there are not many jokes, and they are either old jokes or picked up from the Internet, and they are also young, all in their early thirties. One introduced that Guo Degang was his uncle, but what he said was indeed a little embarrassing for Master Guo.

But it's still listenable, and the small temple in the town can't invite someone like Guo Degang, let alone Guo Degang, even if his apprentice is famous, he probably won't come. The total number of performances in this small theater is only seven Eighty people, how much does it cost per ticket?

  If you listened to the cross talk first, Wen Xu probably didn’t feel it, but if you watched the movie first and then listened to the cross talk, then the level of the two would be far worse.

  The audience was warm and didn't laugh a few times, and the three brothers Qing Shigui finished watching happily.