"Isn't human?" Huang Hua exclaimed and sighed to the sky.

He Xiangdong looked at his uncle who was about to be crazy in surprise.

Fang Wenqi walked to Huang Hua, patted his shoulder, and comforted him: "It's okay, Ahua, you may not be worse than Dongzi when you perform."

Hearing this, Huang Hua almost cried: "I am over 40 years old this year, he is only nine years old. He has paid so much money for this show in seven or eight, and the audience responded so well."

He Xiangdong was also a little embarrassed, scratched his head and said shyly: "Actually, this depends on talent."

With the magical final blow, Huang Hua's pupils dilated and he kept squirting blood.

After Huang Hua left, He Xiangdong walked to his master and lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry, Master, I'm my own decision today. You punish me."

Fang Wenqi looked at the nine-year-old child in front of him and sighed very much. His apprentice was even better than he thought. If he had such an apprentice, what else could he say?

"The eight screens have his original words. Today you made your own decisions. Master, I have never been a person who sticks to the rules. Crosstalk requires innovation and progress. What I don't like is the people who abandon the efforts of their predecessors and abandon the predecessors for more than a hundred years to summarize the fun methods and make a fool of themselves. You did a good job today."

He Xiangdong looked up at his master, and a smile slowly appeared on his face. This was his first time changing to traditional crosstalk, but this was just a start.

The crosstalk performances were all charged for the money. Huang Hua also collected two of the money for the two. In the first stage, he shared the money with Fang Wenqi's counterpart crosstalk. In the third stage, he was a personal quick-witted man and took the solemn position.

With the traditional rules, Huang Hua was also very open-minded and did not complain that Fang Wenqi earned more than him. He helped him clean up and left.

Fang Wenqi and He Xiangdong returned the borrowed stool and said a lot of thanks. Then the old man yi went to the market.

It was almost noon, and the market was still full, and the stall vendors were still shouting about the things they were selling.

He Xiangdong was very excited. No matter what, he had just made a lot of money: "Master, according to the rules, do you have to give me a break?"

I only started to calculate when I performed in teahouse theaters, because here you have various expenses and there are many actors, so I no longer do my own job on the streets.

The audience may have come to praise a certain role, and at the same time, they have also listened to the skills of other artists and gave money. At this time, it would be bad if they still divide the accounts according to the original method.

Especially in the grand theater, everyone buys tickets and spends money every time. How do you calculate this money? Big Jiaoer and a young artist who just started to take the money? This is obviously unreasonable.

So later there was a saying that the money was opened. The artists were determined based on the level and appeal of the artist. Basically, the actors were given a portion, and in the jargon, they were called a whole portion. Actors with a level of level or just started a teacher got a portion of 7 or 9, called a portion of 7 and 9. Apprentices usually don’t get a portion of 1. Occasionally, they were given a portion of change, and apprentices who could play the stage could get a portion of 3 or 5. There were also the sayings of “bench portion” and “costume portion”.

Big Cat with appeal can also get extra portions because other actors point to you to have a meal. Therefore, there are also differences between "Jia" and "Jia" in the art world. The famous one is called "Jia" and "Jia". Just like the hype in later generations, when you go on a few shows, you will make some scandals and become popular. This is called "Jia".

Those who point to you to eat are called Jiaoer. The actors in the entire theater point to your appeal. If you don’t come back, everyone will go hungry. This is called Jiaoer.

Hearing that He Xiangdong wanted to Napoleon, Fang Wenqi's dark old face showed a smile and said, "I'm not tall, but I have a big idea."

He Xiangdong said: "Master, the ten yuan is still something that people give me to see if I see my face. Are you embarrassed if you don't tell me?"

Fang Wenqi asked for help, "I'm so embarrassed, why are you embarrassed?"

He Xiangdong was stunned by his master's shamelessness.

"Okay, I'll buy you a pancake fruit as a reward." Fang Wenqi went to buy pancake fruit and messed with He Xiangdong. The vendor who sold pancake fruit also made it with a dark face. He probably heard He Xiangdong's crosstalk in front.

Fang Wenqi bought a one for He Xiangdong, but he didn't buy it himself.

He Xiangdong was holding him and gnawing. The old man continued to go to the market. He stopped at a fortune teller in a fortune telling stall and saw the fortune teller sitting cross-legged on the ground and telling fortunes.

After watching for a long time, when the man finished the fortune-telling for the guest, the guest left. Fang Wenqi then folded his fists and bowed forward and said, "This brother is a good job. Brother, I am from Tuanchun, and I am old together. How about going and interacting?"

The fortune teller was about fifty years old. The man looked at Fang Wenqi strangely and asked, "What do you want to calculate the yi divination, boss?"

Fang Wenqi was stunned, then smiled and bowed, "No, I'll disturb you."

After saying that, he turned around and left, leaving behind the fortune-telling face for no reason.

He Xiangdong followed behind his master, and only heard Fang Wenqi muttering: "It turned out to be a loophole."

He Xiangdong didn't understand and asked, "Master, can you figure it out correctly?"

Fang Wenqi also smiled and said, "There are no gold-dians who can definitely calculate it accurately. They are all fishy. Occasionally, there are two who can have a sharp job, which is amazing. I just saw that this gold-dian is quite good at learning. I thought it was an old friend, but it turned out to be a loophole."

The golden dot-stop refers to the fortune-telling and fortune-telling, and the golden dot-stop refers to the opposite. The fishy thing is a fake, mainly for fooling, and the sharp thing is the kind of person who has read the books of the metaphysical hexagram. There is an old jargon called "Fishy thing and sharp thing, and the gods are better than the gods."

Lao He is an old man in the martial arts world, and Kongzi is a person who does not understand the affairs of the martial arts world. The Jianghu we refer to here is not the kind of flying all over the sky if we are disagreeing in martial arts, nor is it the kind of people who are mixed up with evil spirits, but run to the martial arts world.

In the old society, people like art, crosstalk, fortune teller, hand-talking, music-singing, clothes-selling, plaster, eye-selling, etc., are what we commonly call running around the world, and the world is also composed of these people.

There are also secret words in the world, called Chundian. The academic vocabulary is called professional terms that are produced to safeguard the interests of the professional community. Just like when talking about crosstalk, He Xiangdong told his master that he had a hit, and the mid-money is the jargon in Chundian. You can't just shout out how much money we have earned.

Seeing that the master was not very good, He Xiangdong comforted him: "Master, don't think about those things. People who tell fortunes and talk to us are not next to each other, and their good or bad will have no effect on us."

Fang Wenqi looked at him, smiled, and said, "Then you are very wrong."

"Ah?" He Xiangdong was also stunned.
Chapter completed!