Wow, the connotation of this cross talk is so rich!

1940 Imperial Capital, Winter.

This year's snow has been so heavy that it has covered the entire Forty-Nine City in silver.

Pedestrians on the street are avoiding the severe cold, and their footsteps are hurried, but the heat of food from the small food stalls on the street makes the whole market full of enthusiasm.

A little beggar who looked to be only five or six years old was squatting beside the steamed bun stall, nibbling with relish the steamed buns that the stall owner had just donated.

His face was red, I don't know if it was from the cold or from the heat of the buns, but it made him look very cute,

"Thank you, Uncle. Your buns are really delicious. Did your ancestors ever serve as imperial cooks? Just these buns. The emperor probably has to say yes to them after eating them!"

While eating the buns, the little beggar never forgot to praise the stall owner who sold the buns.

"Hey!"

The stall owner who was copying his hands immediately laughed when he heard what the little beggar said.

"What I sell here is steamed stuffed buns, not honey. What you say, little boy, is really sweet, but I really love to hear it. Don't tell me, my ancestors really have Once an imperial cook."

Anyway, I have nothing to do now, and it's good to pass the time if I have someone to chat with. Now the stall owner chatted with the little beggar.

The little beggar nodded as he listened to the stall owner telling the history of his ancestors, but he was thinking about his own affairs in his heart.

His name is Zhang Ping, a traveler.

I lived peacefully in my previous life for more than 20 years, and I didn't know what to do, so I traveled to this place.

He thinks that those time-travel novels he read in his previous life are really deceiving, what? He has a golden finger in writing, he is miserable, okay!

Not only was the body that passed through was a five or six-year-old little beggar, but the key point was that the season was actually winter, and the beggar's clothes were thin, and he almost froze to death.

With such a miserable start, Zhang Ping felt that he might have chosen the wrong difficulty for the game, and directly came to a level of hell.

But no matter what, it's impossible to hit your head to death. Who knows if you can return to the original world after death, and you still have to live? So Zhang Ping, with his strong acceptance, took it upon himself. The little beggars of this world.

Although he is "small in body", his soul is an adult. Since his occupation is a beggar, then he will take advantage of being a beggar and start begging.

Thanks to his many talents and skills in his previous life, he occasionally learned an allegro, and he picked up two worn-out small wooden boards and put them on. He is not a professional, and the wooden boards he made are of course. It's not those professional props, what? □□ boards, imperial boards and the like, they are just used for accompaniment.

While typing on the board, he said a few words of congratulations to the small merchants and hawkers on the street, and the meal came soon. Occasionally, the uncles and aunts would see him as pitiful, and would Will give him some rags that are useless at home.

Don't look at the torn clothes, but there is some cotton in them, so he can survive this winter.

Of course, his good luck has not escaped the envy of his peers, and many adult and underage beggars have also bullied him.

But now he is not a little beggar who can be bullied, so after he resisted fiercely, he used all his strength to directly deter those beggars who bully the weak and fear the hard. From now on, no one will dare to bully him again. ?.

Some beggars who were afraid of him even gave him a nickname, little beggar.

Zhang Ping really has black hair, he feels like he has become a rapper.

Although there are similarities between Shulaibao and rap and singing, but in this era of this world, Shulaibao is the mainstream.

The year 1940 in this world was very similar to the histories he had read in textbooks.

On the surface, people seem to be living and working in peace and contentment, but he knows that now is the critical moment of the anti-aggression war, and it also involves disputes between the two parties. Undercurrents are surging in the Forty-Nine City, and there is turmoil.

But he doesn't want to be a hero. His most important thing right now is to fill his stomach.

Stuffing the remaining steamed stuffed bun into his mouth, Zhang Ping stood up straight away:

"Uncle, thank you for your steamed stuffed bun. I wish you a prosperous business and abundant wealth. Let me go now!" After saying that, he left without looking back.

The stall owner selling steamed stuffed buns looked at Zhang Ping's back and smiled? Laughed, then sighed again, so? The little kid is begging for food. It's a damn world. I don't know if the kid can do it. Carried through this winter.

Zhang Ping didn't know that he was being sympathized with? He was walking on the street right now, looking east and west. He planned to find a job.

That's right, work.

Don't look at other people's ignorance, he can't carry it with his hands or shoulders, but he has a mouth anyway!

The last time he went to a certain restaurant to beg for food, he happened to see someone singing big drums.

During the period of the Republic of China, restaurants and teahouses would invite performers to perform in the store to attract customers.

Ever since he saw the man singing the big drum, Zhang Ping had the idea of ​​whether he could go to restaurants and teahouses to have a cross talk.

That's right, that is? Crosstalk.

After all, he was a famous cross talk lover in his previous life, and he has heard countless cross talks, and occasionally participated in charity performances of some groups, and the feedback he got was pretty good, so these For a long time, he has been thinking, can he find a place to talk? Talk? Cross talk.

Cursing Wang Lang to death and Zhou Yu to death in anger, although? He does not have the talent of Kong Ming, but he thinks?

After walking all the way and thinking about it, Zhang Ping returned to his home.

A dilapidated bungalow.

Going to the corner, and pulling away the straw, Zhang Ping took out a bulging bundle, opened it, and inside was a small cotton-padded jacket that had a few patches on it but was very clean.

This was when he went to a large family to beg for food, and the servants in that family gave him the padded jacket. It is said that it was the padded jacket that the young master of that family did not want.

"Honey, it's up to you to work tomorrow?"

Zhang Ping kissed the small cotton-padded jacket, then folded the small cotton-padded jacket neatly and hid it.

There are a lot of beggars around here. If such good clothes are seen by those beggars, they will probably disappear in a blink of an eye.

Afterwards, Zhang Ping picked up the firewood he picked up from around and lit it up. While roasting the fire, he was thinking about his plan for tomorrow.

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the next day.

Zhang Ping looked up at the teahouse on the first two floors of his eyes, and narrowed his eyes.

The teahouse in front of me is called Qinyuan Teahouse.

During the past few days, Zhang Ping has observed that this teahouse has a moderate passenger flow, not too many or too few, which is just right for him to try to apply for a job.

He didn't know if there were any cross talks or big drums in it. He was a beggar before and it was not easy to go in, but today he happened to go in and take a look.

After tidying up the padded jacket with only a few patches on his body, touching his little face that had been wiped clean, he walked into the teahouse with his head held high.

After entering the teahouse, Zhang Ping looked around and found that the business of this teahouse was pretty good during the day, almost all the seats were full.

At this time, people in twos and threes are sitting at the tea table, sipping tea and chatting. The heat of tea can be seen everywhere, and the fragrance of tea is still in the air.

In the innermost part of the teahouse, there is still a stage, but at this time there is no one talking about books or singing big drums. Maybe the gentleman who placed the order has not come yet, maybe he quit? He can take advantage of it.

"Hey, which family's child is this? Are you here to find your elder?"

At this time, the waiter, who had a towel on his shoulder, saw Zhang Ping walking in, and hurriedly stepped forward to ask.

Zhang Ping raised his head, looked at the doubtful expression on the shop boy's face, and nodded secretly in his heart, it seemed that he didn't regard himself as a beggar.

Immediately Zhang Ping cleared his throat, and said, "I'm here to find someone, so don't you bother with me?"

"Hey!"

The waiter in the store saw the child in front of him pretending to be an adult, and he was quite amused. Then he looked at the child's clothes, even though the clothes were marked with It’s patched, but it’s quite clean. Thinking about it, it’s a child from an ordinary family who came to find an adult, not quite a beggar, so he just let him go.

Seeing the waiter turn around and leave, Zhang Ping felt that he could start his own plan, and then he took out his homemade board from his waist, and said while tapping ?stand up.

"Bamboo boards? What? A dozen, let's not boast about anything else, let me praise these noble people here..."

Hearing this clear and crisp child's voice, all the guests present immediately looked in the direction of the sound. When they saw that it was a small child playing board, they were a little amused.

Regardless of the probing and curious eyes of these people, Zhang Ping began to speak auspicious words from table to table.

That's just flattering everyone.

By the way, Zhang Ping is from another world, and this kind of vocabulary is really not what this old society can have.

However, he also pays attention to the age issue. He is really afraid that what he said is too fashionable, and these people will not understand him, so he uses some colloquial Chinese and adds some classical Chinese words to make it so exaggerated.

He even made up a name for this set of sayings for himself, called boasting words.

When you see an older sister, say "Heavenly Immortal"; when you see a man, say "Great". Good fit.

It all came down and everyone had a big smile on their face.

These guests were also a little surprised. They didn't expect that this small child looks young, but his eyesight is excellent. You must know that complimenting people is also a skill, and words not only need to be used Well, and you have to use the right person, only the person who is praised can be happy.

Of course, Zhang Ping has lived for more than 20 years in his previous life, and he thinks he has a good eye. What are these guests? Guess it, so his praise is really accurate, and it won't even make people dissatisfied.

In the end, there really were a few customers who took out money and handed it to Zhang Ping, but Zhang Ping was not polite, kept talking, and directly stretched out his small hand to collect the money.

But at this moment, the waiter finally discovered Zhang Ping's purpose and ran over from the side.

"Stinky little boy, stop singing? I saw something wrong with you just now, you really are a beggar!"

The store clerk, Er Er, planned to drive Zhang Ping out unceremoniously.

But Zhang Ping dodged and dodged. He went over, put away his board and shouted loudly: "Wait a minute, why are you chasing me? I'm here for business!"

"What's the matter? It's business, what can you have? It's business, you stinky beggar!" The shop assistant said in a bad tone.

Zhang Ping frowned, and said in an uneasy manner, "I'm here to apply for the job!"

"Application?" The shopkeeper? Er couldn't understand.

"He said? He came to work in your store."

A middle-aged man next to him in a big coat and glasses explained.

This man didn't expect that this little beggar was quite knowledgeable and knew how to apply for a job.

"What are you doing? Work, we have no shortage of workmen here, let's go, hurry up!"

The waiter in the shop understands, but what can the children of the shop do? I guess they still come to beg for food. What? Applying for a job is just an excuse?

"I'm here to talk about cross talk, talk about books, sing big drums, and make fun of it, you know?" Zhang Ping explained in a loud voice, avoiding the hands of the waitress again.

This shopkeeper is a lunatic, can you talk properly? !

"I don't care what you are doing, you get out of here quickly, you can't beg for food here!"

The waiter in the shop was obviously a little stunned. Regardless of Sanqi 21, it is impossible to beg for food here.

When Zhang Ping saw that the store was small, he didn't want to eat anything, so he got angry and started talking again:

"Where did the bastard come from? I stretch out my hand to catch people. I am a wandering fairy in all directions. I have great magic power. I have no limit. How can I let you bully Bian and watch me chant the mantra to drive you crazy!"

Hearing that Zhang Ping actually called himself a bastard, the shopkeeper was so angry that his body was shaking.

Everyone looked really crazy when they saw it, and immediately burst out laughing.

"Little bastard, dare to scold me, what do you think of me? Get rid of you!"

This shop owner, Er Wu, accidentally turned over a burden, which made the guests laugh even more.

The shop assistant's second general gritted his teeth, seeing Zhang Ping's gloating appearance, he rushed over to him.

However, Zhang Ping's body was flexible, he scurried from left to right, and sometimes even ran under the table, which made the waiter a little helpless.

The customers in the store saw the two chasing each other, but they didn't stop or leave. Instead, they looked at it with relish. They were quite happy to listen to the little beggar's counting. It was quite fun. They I used to listen to cross talk and heard about books, but I didn't have such a set of words.

The noise in the store immediately attracted people.

The curtain at the back of the restaurant was lifted, and a woman in a red cotton cheongsam came out.

She combed her bangs neatly and her hair was coiled up. She was obviously a married woman.

This woman also had a simple hairpin in her hair, and the pendant of the hairpin swayed with her footsteps.

This woman has a round face, bright eyes and white teeth, and looks extremely festive.

Seeing this woman appear, several acquainted guests laughed and shouted, "Shopkeeper Sun's auspiciousness!"

"Shopkeeper Sun, Brother Wei didn't come over today?"

Sun Jinrong smiled, and replied, "He brought his disciples home to repair the house. There has been too much snow in the past few days."

After finishing speaking, she quickly looked at the two people who were making a fuss in the store before.

At this time, the waiter in the shop had already caught Zhang Ping.

Seeing the shopkeeper come out, the waiter grabbed Zhang Ping's collar like he was catching a kitten, and dragged him to the front of Sun Jinrong.

"What are you doing here? I heard you making a fuss from behind."

Sun Jinrong looked at the shop counter, and then at the child holding it in his hand.

"Shopkeeper, you don't know. This is a little beggar who came to our store to ask for money. I'm not planning to throw him out!" The shop assistant explained.

"I'm not a beggar, I'm not here to ask for money, I'm here to apply for a job!"

Seeing that the woman in front of him was actually the owner of this teahouse, Zhang Ping struggled directly and explained his purpose.

"I'm still applying, but what can you do with small arms and legs?" Sun Jinrong smiled, and then hurriedly asked the shop assistant to let go of the child.

After being let go, Zhang Ping tidied up his clothes and cleared his throat: "I can speak? Books, I can also speak? Crosstalk, and I can also sing Da? Drums!"

Zhang Ping talked about all the doors he knows now.

"You? Say? Cross talk, sing big? Drums?"

The woman seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, and she burst out laughing. Seeing that the child in front of her was so cute, the woman smiled, smiled, and pinched her To Zhang Ping's face.

Before Zhang Ping had time to hide, he was pinched by the woman.

He could hear his own flesh 'Gaden', this woman's hands are too black!

"I really do, don't underestimate people!" Zhang Ping rubbed his pinched face.

Seeing Zhang Ping's lovely appearance, the woman's smile deepened, and she couldn't help but said in a coaxing tone: "Okay, then give me a little bit, if you really know how, I just hired you, let you talk about cross talk, talk about books, and sing big drums here!"

Zhang Ping got excited, he turned his eyes and looked at the woman in front of him: "What you say means what you say!" After he finished speaking, he cleared his throat and came straight away. ? A pass through the mouth.

"I'm thinking that in the early days, there was a fat beauty in the Tang Dynasty. Her surname was Yang and her name was Yuhuan, and the characters were too true..."

Zhang Ping came directly to the little woman in "Eight Fan Screens".

"Eight Fan Screens" is a classic work in traditional cross talk. It narrates the characters in continuous words in the form of Guankou, creating a strong audio-visual effect.

Guankou is the most difficult part of cross talk, and it is also the most test of kung fu. It is a big competition. It cannot be faked or vague at all. If you are not strong enough or lazy, the audience will recognize it immediately.

At this time, all the guests in the entire teahouse stopped talking and listened to Zhang Ping's characteristic Guankou with a childlike voice.

Zhang Ping speaks at a moderate speed, articulate and extremely precise in finding his breath, which makes the whole passage full of rhythm. In a short narration, he narrates Yang Yuhuan's life:

"... Lushan's soldiers and horses crushed the border, and a pile of loess buried Jiaorong!"

After the last sentence fell, all the guests in the room applauded.

Seeing the applause of the guests, Zhang Ping arched his hands and thanked everyone: "Where are you, you are welcome? You are welcome? Thank you everyone, thank you everyone!"

His hypocrisy of pretending to be an adult made the guests laugh even more.

After Zhang Ping thanked him, he saw the surprised expression of the woman in front of him, and he was secretly happy. It seems that he should be able to find a job in the future.

Sun Jinrong really didn't expect that the little girl in front of her could actually recite "Eight Fan Screens" so fluently, she really had a lot of skill, but thinking of what happened just now... The little woman on the child's back suddenly pretended to be gnashing her teeth, and reached out and grabbed Zhang Ping's ears, twisting her ears.

"You praised me for having the appearance of Yang Yuhuan. I'm very happy, but what is this fat girl? What do you mean? I'm fat, right?"

"Ouch, it hurts!"

Zhang Pingbian opened his mouth, what's wrong with this woman? What's the matter, what's the matter? Just love to touch him?

Sun Jinrong didn't try hard at all, but it seems that this little girl is also a playwright, and she's pretending to be here with her, Sun Jinrong couldn't help but feel happier, this kid is so interesting~!

Immediately after thinking about his husband and those disciples at home, she suddenly had an idea,

"What you said just now is very good, go, you come home with me!"

Sun Jinrong let go of Zhang Ping's ear, grabbed his arm, and took it out.

Before Zhang Ping had time to react, the woman grabbed her hand and said she wanted to take him home, why? Home, he was looking for a job!

Immediately, Zhang Ping yelled, "What? What? In broad daylight, someone is robbing the child?"

This time, she was touching her face and twisting her ears just now. Could it be that this woman is really planning to sell him?

I didn't expect this sentence to be so funny? The guests present couldn't help laughing.

Sun Jinrong was also amused? Come out: "Don't be afraid, just follow me? Didn't you say? Want to talk about cross talk? Then go, I will introduce someone to you!"

Zhang Ping didn't want to leave. He always felt that the way this woman looked at them was a little scary, and there was a little bit of cunning in her kindness.

How can he be a child now!

But the other guests persuaded me to get up,

"Follow? Let's go, shopkeeper Sun can't sell you?!"

"Haha, this kid is so interesting, shopkeeper Sun, you just picked up a treasure!"

Some of the guests really knew Zhang Ping, and they laughed directly: "Aren't you a little beggar, aren't you afraid of nothing, are you afraid of a big sister, go, it will be to your advantage!"

"What? Young Master Beggar?" The people next to him were curious, so they couldn't help but asked.

"My little beggar is a beggar. It's not easy to be a little beggar. I cleaned up all the beggars in the south of the city before, and I got this name!" A guest who knew Zhang Ping asked about popular science. up? get up.

Just as the guests were talking, Zhang Ping had already been taken out of the teahouse by Sun Jinrong.

The waiter in the shop looked at the shopkeeper who took the little beggar away. He couldn't help touching his own head, with a dazed expression, and now he's leaving!

"Dude, add water!"

"Hey, here we come!"

Hearing the customer's shout, the shopkeeper? Er hurriedly turned around and went back to add water.

Although "Zhang Ping was taken away by Sun Jinrong", the few guests who stayed in the teahouse were still talking about it with gusto? Zhang Ping talked about it just now.

"That little beggar just now is really capable!"

"What? Capability, this? Isn't the muzzle blocked?!"

"I guess that little beggar doesn't know what the man in charge of this shop does. This is so interesting!"

"You said? This? Little? A beggar brought it back, does it mean that Wei Yiben is going to accept apprentices?"

"Eighty percent should be."

"The couple don't have any children yet. It's not bad for the child to be taken back as a son!"

"Don't tell me? It's like a gift from God, but I don't know if that little beggar is willing to do it?!"

Thinking of Zhang Ping's terrified appearance just now, several guests burst into laughter again.

The author has something to say: Pending list: It refers to the traveling monks staying in the temple, and it also refers to the storyteller, like a wandering monk, talking wherever he goes.

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