The art of Kuaiban originated from Shuilaibao, which was sung by beggars, saying that they were collecting debts from Confucius' disciples for their ancestors. Later, these beggars who could sing Shuilaibao slowly separated from the beggar group and became artists of Shuilaibao, and began to make a living by selling their skills.

Later, Shulaibao gradually merged with crosstalk, so among the twelve crosstalk lessons, there was the Shulaibao yi sect, which later gradually evolved into a quick-paced art. Crosstalk, such as Wang Fengshan and Gao Fengshan, were born as Shulaibao artists, and later became a disciple of crosstalk.

So just now, Zhang Wenhai sang a quick-bang book, and the man threw money on the ground. He was so angry that he treated him as a beggar.

He Xiangdong finally stopped smiling and said to Zhang Wenhai: "Mr. Zhang, don't be angry. Let's put the ground, it's normal. We always pick up money on the ground every time we put the ground. My master often says that those who have not picked up money on the ground are not considered put up money."

Zhang Wenhai's face was very dark and said angrily: "So, do you want to congratulate me?"

He Xiangdong said: "Oh, I dare not, I will do this kind of small thing about picking up money."

As he said that, He Xiangdong bent down and picked up two dollars. He has done this countless times in the past ten years. This is how it is like this. He picks cakes on the opposite side of the thief. This is the most test of the artist's ability. Those famous old men have all gone through the ground. But now that the artist's status has turned over, it will not be so miserable.

Fang Wenqi often says, "If you have never picked up money on the ground, you don't know what crosstalk is." Although this is a bit inappropriate, it makes some sense. Crosstalk is the art of the ground.

He Xiangdong skillfully put two dollars in his pocket and smiled and said, "Okay, why don't we just leave the ground? I'll earn two dollars after not singing for a minute."

Zhang Wenhai said: "Stop talking nonsense, I've sung the fast-paced books, and it's time for you to turn the treasures."

Fan Wenquan smiled and said with a hand-in-hand bamboo board: "You old guy, please take a look, let me see if I'll give you a paragraph."

"Don't, uncle." He Xiangdong quickly persuaded Fan Wenquan. These were all old men. It would be too miserable to let go of the ground. He Xiangdong couldn't even see it. He said, "Uncle Master, I'll do it like this kind of rough work. Just rest with Mr. Zhang."

Fan Wenquan was not convinced of his old age and asked, "Do you think I'm old?"

He Xiangdong quickly explained: "You want to sing a quick-paced song, and I want to sing the lyrics of Taiping later. This is too messy. You can rest. I'll just come here for a simple job like Yuanzanzi. Before I performed on stage, my master asked me Yuanzan to do this. I'll just come here. You have to rely on you to hold the big work that will be performed later."

After hearing this, Fan Wenquan was much more respectful. He closed the board and said, "Okay, then you can do it first."

He Xiangdong didn't say much, took out his jade and skillfully made a bunch of flowers. For so many years, unless he couldn't get up in bed, he had to practice martial arts every day. More than ten years of hard practice made his skills more proficient.

After spending some tricks, I returned to the normal lyrics. The lyrics of Taiping are very simple. The lyrics of the lyrics are up and down. The first and last lyrics are on the lyrics, and they are all yi rhymes. They are not as chorus as songs, so it tests the singer's level.

There is no problem with He Xiangdong's precious voice: "Then Duke Zhuang travels leisurely to the west of the city.

When I saw someone riding a horse, I rode a donkey.

Turning his neck and looking back, he saw a man pushing a cart.

It is better to be better than the lower ones than the lower ones.

The wall-punching board is up and down,

Who are the ten poor and rich?

It is still a representative song in the lyrics of Taiping. As the saying goes, "Talking about books and operas to persuade people, three major roads are in the center. Good and evil will be rewarded in the end, and the right path in the world is vicissitudes."

Although it was not the first time I heard He Xiangdong sing a song, Fan Wenquan and Zhang Wenhai still showed a look of great enjoyment, and goose bumps on their bodies stood up. The voice and rhyme were really amazing.

Even the passers-by were attracted by He Xiangdong's songs, and they all stood beside them and watched whisperingly.

"What is this person doing?"

"Look, watch, this guy is singing, it sounds so good."

"What kind of play is singing like? It doesn't look like Peking Opera. I've never heard of it."

"Who knows, it's just really delicious."

"A man is about to be ten years old and his parents are born in the year of his life.

When the person is about to reach twenty, the flowers bloom.

The flowers are in full bloom when they are about to reach thirty.

The flowers are about to reach forty and the flowers are fading.

The person is about to reach fifty years of appearance change”

He Xiangdong continued to sing on the board, and more and more people were around him. The sling is quite round. If he put it aside, He Xiangdong could start talking directly after singing, and then open the door to ask for money.

Fan Wenquan and Zhang Wenhai looked at each other, but they couldn't hide the joy in their eyes. This is really someone else, and this trick was done right.

“You just come and go empty-handed.

Even if there is a lot of money left, I can't get it.

If you are breathing on your chest,

You have to eat, drink, have fun, be good

Accumulate some virtue and make some people profit."

After singing the last sentence, He Xiangdong listened to the board.

The audience next to "Okay" applauded warmly.

Someone else shouted, "I'll do you like again."

He Xiangdong smiled and found the feeling of being on the ground back then. He used to be his master to take him, but now he is at home. He finally realized his master's mood back then.

Put the jade board in the middle of your hand, press your left hand against your right hand, and the gentleman is more proud of your left, looking straight at the audience, walking in all directions, holding his fists and bowing to pay tribute to the audience around him, full of style.

He Xiangdong said: "Everyone, I advise you to offer it to everyone. I just heard someone asking what you are singing. This is called the lyrics of Taiping. This is the singing of our crosstalk. It is said that the singing of learning to sing is to sing Taiping lyrics."

The biggest feature of crosstalk is that there is never a shortage of audiences: "Isn't singing a song or not?"

He Xiangdong explained: "This is called learning. There are professional actors in singing, opera and music. We learn from them to sing. This is called learning to sing. The lyrics of Taiping are the ones singing."

Many viewers only understood, and someone asked again: "No, many people who watch crosstalk on TV are rap and sing and performing."

"That's because they can't be peaceful." Zhang Wenhai suddenly said this sentence.

He Xiangdong also looked back in surprise, saying that the old man had such a temper.

The audience was excited.

He Xiangdong pointed to the opera newspaper and said to the surrounding audience: "We are talking crosstalk in this small theater, talking about real traditional crosstalk, and talking about learning and singing. Everyone, please support me, come in and listen to the yi section, the yi show costs 5 yuan, listen to the afternoon."

Some idle audiences were immediately moved, and some people asked, "Do you still sing music?"

"If you sing, if you like to listen to me, I love to sing." He Xiangdong replied.

"You are like selling art on the street. You should say that those who have money can support money, and those who don't have money can support personal things."

He Xiangdong said on the spot: "We only allow money to be supported here."

The audience was amused by such straightforward words and the atmosphere became warm.
Chapter completed!