Although he had only been learning ventricular skills with Zhang Yushu for half a month, Zhang Yushu's cramming education did have stuffed a lot of things for He Xiangdong during this period.

In the days that followed, He Xiangdong practiced hard and finally achieved success, which was of great benefit to his future development. His high ventriloquy skills also became a major feature of He Xiangdong's future crosstalk performance.

He Xiangdong followed his master back to the farmhouse in the east of the county town. He still practiced his skills every day, but now he has to practice more skills at the door.

Fang Wenqi has also circulated some new work for him during this period and took it out to perform. Several times it was Fang Wenqi's funny actor He Xiangdong who supported him. Crosstalk artists learn art first and then to learn how to support him. Finally, they see which one is suitable for him and which one is suitable for him. Therefore, an excellent crosstalk artist is required to be both good at supporting him.

At the same time, Fang Wenqi also told He Xiangdong about his junior brother's letter of war, and told He Xiangdong not to lose, otherwise he would be good-looking.

These harsh words made He Xiangdong nervous, and practiced martial arts every day was very hard, and he was forced to do so by his master. He was thinking in his heart what kind of person made his master so nervous. He Xiangdong was extremely curious about this uncle and senior brother whom he had never met.

In fact, Fang Wenqi had something to be embarrassed to tell He Xiangdong that he and his junior brother agreed that whoever lost the loss would learn to bark. He would lose this person at the age of the age. Of course, he would practice He Xiangdong to work hard and he couldn't afford to lose.

Half a month later, Fang Wenqi got up early, washed her head rarely, changed into a pair of dirty and dirty clothes on her body, changed into a brand new coat, and put on a pair of thousands of layers of cloth shoes on her feet, and the sparse hair on her head was neatly taken care of.

He Xiangdong joked beside him: "Master, look at your attitude, it doesn't look like you are going to meet uncle, but it's like you are going to date an old lover."

"Go ahead." Fang Wenqi said angrily: "You can change your clothes quickly, I will tell you that no matter how hard you make at home, you can't lose your etiquette in front of your uncle."

He Xiangdong opened his mouth wide and said, "Ah? Where is this uncle from? Is he so serious?"

Fang Wenqi reminded: "I tell you the truth that Uncle and I started to compete when we were learning from your master. We have been fighting for most of our lives. Anyway, he has never beat me. Now we are beginning to compete with the next generation. If you are embarrassed, it is not yours, but my old face."

He heard this, He Xiangdong instantly understood and patted his chest and agreed: "Master, don't worry, whether inside or outside the court, I have saved enough face for you, so I will ensure that our uncle will cover his face with his shorts in shame and run back to Beijing."

Fang Wenqi touched He Xiangdong's little head with relief and praised: "Good boy, remember to perform well. When your uncle is driven away, the master will buy you pancakes and fruits."

Fang Wenqi has only had this trick to coax children in this life.

He Xiangdong laughed with saliva, and the child was no longer cured.

Without further ado, He Xiangdong quickly changed into the blue coat specially made by his master and put on a pair of brand new cloth shoes. This old man looked a bit traditional and elegant.

Fang Wenqi carried He Xiangdong to the back seat of the 28-heavy bicycle. He pedaled up in front and ran into the county town to pick up his junior brother and nephew.

The stations in the two men and women's county towns have been waiting for several hours, and the cars are not on time these days, and the minibus is not late until the afternoon.

Fang Wenqi and He Xiangdong pushed the bicycle and waited at the lower door of the car. The two of them stretched their necks and looked around. Fang Wenqi held the handlebars tightly with both hands, and their faces were full of expectation. No matter how disdainful they said on their mouths, they still met this junior brother who had not seen for many years.

Finally, the person came, and the old man came down from the car. Both of them were wearing brown suits and tied, and they looked very stylish. Hum, this is He Xiangdong's comment, and Fang Wenqi also said so.

He Xiangdong's uncle is named Fan Wenquan. He works in the Beijing Folk Art Troupe. He is Fang Wenqi's junior brother. The two of them learn skills with a master. This uncle is also in his fifties this year, but he looks very energetic and full of red faces. He is also a little lucky. He doesn't look like Fang Wenqi's old man who looks like a fucking and thin.

Fan Wenquan's apprentice is Guo Qing, who is a thirteen-year-old child. He has a small hair-coated combed with a shiny oil. He is taller and stronger than He Xiangdong, and his head is raised higher. He looks very worthy of beating. Well, He Xiangdong's original words.

Fan Wenquan got out of the car and saw Fang Wenqi waiting there. He quickly trotted forward for two steps, his face full of excitement, but he didn't know what he thought of, so he immediately slowed down, walked slowly over, and raised his head slightly, posing a disdainful expression.

Seeing this, Fang Wenqi immediately restrained the excited and expectant expression on his face, and waved his old face to the side, making a more disdainful expression.

These two old men changed their faces.

Fan Wenquan walked to Fang Wenqi and said, "Oh, senior brother, you have become old in the past few years."

Fang Wenqi also said: "That's not comparable to you. You are delicious and delicious every day. If we folk artists have one who has no meals at the end, how can we not look old?"

Fan Wenquan smiled and did not refute.

Fang Wenqi looked at He Xiangdong's eyes, He Xiangdong nodded slightly, indicating his understanding, and then immediately stepped forward, bowed respectfully to Fan Wenquan at 90 degrees, and shouted loudly: "Hello Uncle Master."

Fan Wenquan's eyes lit up slightly, he looked down at the child in front of him, and then looked up and asked Fang Wenqi: "Senior brother, this child is your apprentice Dongzi."

Fang Wenqi smiled and nodded.

Fan Wenquan smiled happily, and quickly helped the child up. His slightly fat face smiled like Maitreya Buddha, and said, "Dongzi, come, let Uncle Master look good, oh, this child looks so smart, come, Uncle Master has a gift for you."

As he said that, Fan Wenquan took out a red envelope from his pocket and handed it to He Xiangdong.

Fang Wenqi's face was a little dark, but he didn't prepare any meeting gifts.

He Xiangdong didn't take it immediately, turned to look at his master, and he didn't know whether he should accept the meeting gift from his uncle.

Fang Wenqi gritted his teeth and nodded, why don’t you want the money you delivered to your door?

After receiving the master's hint, He Xiangdong immediately took it happily and put it into his bag. Then the child walked to the senior brother who was standing apart, bowed deeply again, and shouted loudly: "Hello, senior brother."

Guo Qing raised his head upwards, and said "hum" in his mouth, and he proudly wanted you to hit him.

"Guo Qing, your junior brother is calling you." Fan Wenquan said with a calm face.

Guo Qing, the unlucky child, then said, "Hello, junior brother." Then he walked to Fang Wenqi, bowed slightly, and shouted, "Hello, Master."

Fang Wenqi looked at the arrogant little boy in front of him and replied: "Hello, little guy." Then he glanced at Fan Wenquan's eyes with a smile.

Fan Wenquan couldn't hold back his face at that time and said in a deep voice: "Are there any etiquettes? Look at how polite your junior brother knows it."

Guo Qing twitched his face slightly, then bowed deeply unwillingly, and shouted again: "Hello, Mr. Master."

"Good boy, get up quickly." Fang Wenqi said with a smile.

Fan Wenquan's face also looked much better.

Unexpectedly, He Xiangdong was causing trouble at this time. The child ran to Fan Wenquan, knelt on the ground with a "thump" sound, kowtowed hard, and shouted loudly: "Hello uncle."

Everyone present was shocked, especially Guo Qing was stunned when he saw this junior brother.

He Xiangdong faced Guo Qing's shocked eyes, raised his little head to the side, and made an octave-high disdainful voice from his mouth: "Ho"

I told you to ignore me in front of you.
Chapter completed!