Jingyouzi Wei Zuizi.

From the late Qing Dynasty to the Republic of China, the favorite art form in Tianjin and Beijing was Peking Opera and cross talk.

Why are crosstalk talking in Tianjin and Beijing?

There’s no reason why. If you want to dig ginseng, you have to go to Northeast China. If you want to dig Cordyceps, you have to go to Tibet. If you want to find crosstalk talkers, you have to come to Tianjin and Beijing. This is the only place in these two places.

There is a cross talk teahouse in Gulou, but the location is relatively remote, behind a Wanwan restaurant, and it is well-known in the old city area.

Chang Xian took Zheng Mang while asking for directions and buying snacks. When they got there, they actually had a small bag full of food, such as Second Sister-in-law’s pancakes, ripe pear cakes, and four large pieces of sugar candies, nuts, and

Bengdou Zhang.

This teahouse, like the buildings on the street, is an antique building. On the outer wall is a portrait of the cross talk master Ma Sanli, which is very funny. There are also several red lanterns hanging on it.

The waiters inside were all wearing nondescript ancient clothes. When they saw someone coming in, a waiter at the door immediately shouted in a long voice: "We have a guest..."

Immediately, a girl in her early twenties wearing a cheongsam came over. The only thing she wore was matching sneakers, which made Chang Xian smile inwardly.

After the waiter led the two of them to find a seat by the window and sit down, Chang Xian ordered two 50-yuan tea sets, asked Zheng Mang's opinion, ordered a pot of Jin Junmei, and ordered a few snacks.

He waited leisurely for any movement on the stage.

The seats in the hall are all traditional square wooden tables. On the stage, which is the most evocative of memories, red curtains serve as the background. There are "doors" on the left and right. The door for entering the stage is called "Entering the Stage", and the door for exiting the stage is called "Entering the Stage".

As "general".

Chang was a little tired after wandering around for a while, so he leaned back on his chair and said, "Eat melon seeds and listen to cross talk at the same time. What I want is this authentic taste!"

He took a sip: "Oh, I owe a little on this tea..."

"Chang Xian, you haven't explained to me what happened just now. Why don't you hurry up?"

Whether the tea is good or bad is not important to Zheng Mang. Northerners are used to drinking tea in a big tea cup, and those with heavy tastes put a small half cup of tea leaves and brew it for a whole day. Few southerners drink tea carefully.

Reporter Zheng Da was no exception. He was eating snacks and drinking tea, but his eyes were fixed on Chang Xian.

Seeing that reporter Zheng Da was so persistent and inquisitive, Chang Xian sighed and said: "Sister, you are too curious. There are too many things in the antique shop and the water is deep. I have just entered the industry. We are in a civilized society now. No matter what,

There is also a bottom line, before liberation, it will really kill people."

Chang Xian didn't understand women's psychology. The more he said this, the more excited Reporter Zheng became. Danfeng's eyes widened: "Just say it!"

"I'm new to the industry, and I'm not very experienced at it. I'm just going to say something nonsense, so you just have to listen to it and be happy..."

Chang Xian smiled bitterly, looked around and saw that no one was around, and whispered: "The so-called saying new and not old means that this thing is really old, so it goes without saying. If it is new and fake, then it must be removed.

Clearly point out the falsehoods. In a word, it’s not about whether it’s true or false, but why it’s false.”

He sneered and said: "I don't have any bad rules, so why should I tell him the new and not the old? It's okay if he wants to say it, so let's just quarrel."

"That's it, Doukou, what is Doukou?"

Zheng Mang was curious about this and was intrigued for a long time.

Chang Xian pointed to the front in a leisurely manner, and while he was talking, the stage opened.

Chang Xian raised his eyes and looked around. There were more than ten or twenty people sitting sparsely under the stage. They were basically middle-aged and elderly people, and all of them were talking nonsense as if no one was watching.

Zheng Mang also frowned slightly. Nowadays, there are more and more forms of entertainment. It seems that this teahouse cross talk is also a bit defeated.

The first person to appear was a fat little black man. He came up and cupped his hands, and said slowly:

"My surname is Wang, and I was born in Jinmen. It is fate that I meet you all. As for me, I have a lot of academic skills. I am good at storytelling, cross talk, and opera. Today's performance is a Pingju opera."

"In ancient times, when people sang for people, the boss would throw money up when he was happy. I don't dare to let you throw money..."

The fat little black man gasped, "Of course, you won't do it even if I ask you to!"

"Ha ha!"

Chang Xian and Zheng Mang looked at each other happily.

"Today's episode is familiar to everyone. It's called "Peach Blossom Temple". If you're happy to see it, you can applaud me and I'll be satisfied. If you feel bad, scold me a few times and I'll listen and try to improve in the future.

….…”

The little fat black man bowed and started singing Ya Ya Ya.

Ping Opera is widely spread in Northeast and North China, and people of this age have basically heard of it.

Anyway, it sounded pretty good, and there was a sporadic round of applause from below.

…

Taking advantage of his free time, Chang Xian threw a bean into his mouth and continued: "There is a saying in the antique industry called "Dou Kou".

"The word Doukou is originally a term used by the banner people to play with birds. It means fighting with words but not with hands, and not playing with the truth."

"Later it evolved into the antique business, and the sellers didn't really want to sell the antiques, but wanted to test the eyesight of the people who collected the treasures."

"This kind of temptation is blatant, almost a kind of provocation. Generally, only the seller and the treasure collector have a deep hatred and deliberately want to destroy someone's sign, so they will do this."

Zheng Mang thought while eating melon seeds: "You want to put forward conditions during the fight. If he dares to fight, you will dare to fight him to death? How does he know that he can't fight?"

Chang Xian smiled and said: "It's a rule to make a fuss over words. If he dares to respond, I dare to mention it. I have reminded him that his things are jealous, so he can only give in."

He raised his eyebrows at Zheng Mang: "The jade pendant you picked first is not even considered a new oil. It can only be called a jealous dog."

…

Next is a cross talk.

The two brothers have a very distinctive image. The little one looks slippery and smart, and the big one looks honest and honest, like the silly sons of a landlord. But after shaking off the baggage, I realized that the big one is pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger.

.

The two of them are not very old, but they are experienced in kung fu. Their baggage shakes crisply, and they make people laugh from time to time.

…

"You are so short of money, haven't you heard anyone say this?"

"Which sentence?"

"If you want to be rich, have fewer children and rob more tombs."

"People have fewer children and more trees."

"Tree, there is a tomb next to the tree, and it needs to be robbed."

"But let's just say that cross talk has no experience in robbing graves."

"Practice."

"How to practice tomb robbing?"

"Practice with your ancestral graves."

"Why? Why don't you use your ancestral graves to practice?"

"Our ancestors are nothing. Your ancestors were salt merchants. Besides, you're not talking about the burial objects of your ancestors... right?"

"Yes...practice."

"Let's buy 60 kilograms of explosives first."

"Why did you buy explosives?"

"Bury it in your ancestral grave. Once it's buried, I press it and bang... there's smoke."

"Brother, that's too cruel. 60 kilograms of explosives. Just look at it. Our ancestor's legs were blown up from the tree."

…

This cross talk was really funny and clean, making Zheng Mang laugh so hard that she waved the waiter over, pointed to the stage and said: "Please give these two brothers two flower baskets!"

The waiter smiled widely, thanked her and walked away.

This is the tradition of teahouses. The flower baskets are Cai, and each flower basket costs fifty. The reusable flower baskets are similar to giving money, but they must be subtle and respectful.
Chapter completed!