He Xiangdong didn't say much, took out his jade and hit the flower dots, then returned to normal, and opened his mouth and sang.

"The Shaomai went on a war and died in his life,

When a meat pie returned to the camp, he hooked up the rescuers.

The marshal's order was hung,

The fire on that side burned into the pioneer in the front.

He would have enough of the pancakes in the stove.

The buckwheat noodles are urged to rush to the back camp.

The red helmet cannon shocked the world,

He came to the Mantou City a while ago.

A camp was set up above the millet noodles cakes.

Then we opened several camps in the qizimahua.

The lyrics of the steak are made of various snacks. The steak is the name of the old Beijingers. The old Beijingers collectively call pasta and various pastries. There are hundreds of steaks in the steaks, which can make people hungry and are very meaningful for stimulating consumption and expanding domestic demand.

Fang Wenqi and Fan Wenquan watched He Xiangdong perform freely on the stage next to the entrance door. Fan Wenquan said, "Senior brother, Dongzi's Liu work is amazing. This basic skill is simply too solid. How did you teach me?"

Fang Wenqi smiled slightly and said, "How else can we teach? We are all taught by a master. The methods of practicing qigong are just like that. It's just that you can practice hard every day. You can't survive without being crazy. When this child was practicing hard, you didn't see that crazy energy."

Fan Wenquan nodded and sighed: "My apprentice hasn't been that crazy."

Fang Wenqi glanced at him and said, "Your apprentice is too floating, you are spoiled with him too much."

Fan Wenquan looked back at his senior brother but didn't reply.

After all, he is someone else's apprentice, so he doesn't have much to say, so he just said it. Fang Wenqi continued: "This time we bet on the winning or losing of the two children, and we haven't said this bet yet."

Fan Wenquan smiled and said, "What? Are you still gambled? Senior brother, you are so poor that you are as pants. Do you still have money?"

Fang Wenqi snorted and said, "What money do you want to bet on crosstalk? If Dongzi wins, you will pass on three traditional crosstalks to him. If Guo Qing wins, I will do the same."

Fan Wenquan said in surprise: "Ho, I said, senior brother, you promised to be so happy. It turns out that you are interested in my crosstalk?"

Fang Wenqi said: "Just say whether you have the courage to bet. It really doesn't work. I will pass on three paragraphs to him regardless of Guo Qing's victory or defeat."

Fan Wenquan smiled and said, "Senior brother, don't provoke me. I am shameless and shameless. This trick is useless to me."

Fang Wenqi said seriously: "I am not urging you. I am telling the truth. As long as Guo Qing wants to learn, I will teach him as long as I know."

Fan Wenquan was really surprised this time. He widened his eyes and asked, "The old saying goes, I would rather give up the gold ingots, and I will not pass on the juchun. We are very close to our unique skills. Senior brother, when have you been so generous?"

Fang Wenqi smiled bitterly and said, "It's not like us back then. In order to learn a good joke, we could endure any hardship and bear any sins. Chengmen Lixue's story is nothing to us. But now, no one is willing to learn these old jokes. Now it's not the students who are rushing to the teacher, but the teachers begging students to learn."

Fan Wenquan also sighed and said, "That's right, people are restless."

Fang Wenqi continued: "Since the crosstalk reform, I knew that traditional crosstalk was probably going to be lost, so I have been in contact with artists who know old jokes in the past few decades, and I have learned a lot over the years. I have more than 500 stories. I really hope to pass it on."

"How many?" Fan Wenquan screamed, his voice octave higher.

"More than five hundred sections?" Fan Wenquan screamed again.

Fang Wenqi nodded.

Fan Wenquan was still a little incredible and said, "How come you have so many? The old seniors do not know more than you. How have you lived through these years?"

Fang Wenqi did not answer. How could he say the suffering he suffered in the past few decades be clearly explained. He just sighed silently: "I just don't want crosstalk to be lost."

Fan Wenquan was silent. He had been running around to save traditional crosstalk for decades. This old man was so stubborn that he didn't have to think about it. Fan Wenquan knew that his senior brother must have suffered a lot in the years, but he had no stable income. He was selling his skills everywhere and did not earn much. He also had to look for others to learn skills with a shameless face. He couldn't eat well and couldn't sleep well. No wonder he was old so fast.

Thinking of this, Fan Wenquan's eyes turned red. He said in a hoarse voice: "Senior brother, don't worry, as long as I know, I will teach Dongzi, I will teach him, and he will teach him."

Fang Wenqi patted Fan Wenquan on the shoulder, and a gratifying smile appeared on his vicissitudes of old face.

On the stage, He Xiangdong was still singing.

"The bunch of steamed buns is placed in the center of Wu and Ji,

The meat fire burning is in the south. It is fire Bingding.

That is the Western Geng and Xin metal, which is a casual food that causes chaos.

The Ren and Gui water in the north are crystal bags that make it even more violent.

That oriental hard-faced bun A and Yi wood,

He handed the gold and steel treasure circle in the air.

The mooncake shines like daylight in the sky

He threw the veteran of the rice cake into the formation.

The silk cake went to break the formation angrily.

He came into the formation and met Yuanyaner Shaobing.

The candy ear escaped and survived,

The honey mohuaer stood in the formation and shouted repeatedly.

Then he said that the hot noodle dumplings were trapped in the cage.

The boiled buns jumped into the pot and were full of life.

The egg roll was startled and jumped.

Miss Mi Kuaner was so scared that she burst into tears.

Someone broke through the buns,

Unless the hungry burp comes, it’s just a chewing place.”

He Xiangdong finally bowed and came to the end and sang: "You should take care of it or not. I want to miss everyone. The joy of the whole family is happiness and longevity!"

Bow deeply, retreat and leave.

The audience applauded warmly and cheers were heard.

Lin Zhengjun came to the stage to report again: "Next, please appreciate the traditional crosstalk funeral meeting, performers Fang Wenqi and Fan Wenquan."

After the host ended, Fang Wenqi said, "Junior brother, we are here."

Fan Wenquanyi closed his eyes, suppressed his excited heart, and said, "Okay, senior brother, let's go."

When the two of them arrived on the stage, they were all smiling, crosstalk artists, and their dramas were bigger than the sky.

He Xiangdong went to the backstage and saw Guo Qing who was drinking water there to rest. He walked over to find a stool to sit down, took a glass of water, finished drinking, and asked, "What will you say later?"

These two children who are not afraid of death have never been right.

Guo Qing looked at his junior brother in a slanted look and said, "Today I am talking about traditional crosstalk, so do I. Will the Manchu and Han banquet be?"

He Xiangdong secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He was really good at this section of the Manhan Festival. This child was so greedy that he was just addicted to crosstalk when he had no good food.

"I can." He Xiangdong said.

Guo Qing said: "Okay, I'll support you later. Don't blame my senior brother if I can't accept it."

He Xiangdong was so angry that he was itchy with that arrogant look.

Guo Qing asked again: "What are you going to say when you wait?"

He Xiangdongdao: "Will it be possible to sell five weapons?"

Guo Qingyi was stunned, but looked at He Xiangdong's suspicious eyes and immediately said, "Isn't it just selling five tools? It's simple."
Chapter completed!