Jiang Fei continued to walk inside, and it gradually became lively.
What greeted my ears was the lively sounds, including all kinds of sounds.
"The prince-in-law came closer and took a closer look. It said Qin Xianglian was thirty-two years old..."
A rough voice was singing Peking Opera, and the sound was very clear, at least coming from a house a hundred meters away.
This taste, at least once you hear it, is a master-level taste.
"Listen up, everyone, there are steamed lamb, steamed bear paws, steamed deer tail, roasted duck, roasted chicken, roasted goose, braised braised duck, soy sauce chicken and bacon, pine flower belly, dried meat, sausage..."
This is the name of the cross talk dish...
"There are three trees at the gate and bridge, and seventy dates on each tree..."
Who is this practicing tongue twisters...
Jiang Fei then saw several figures in a small courtyard in an alley, dressed in Peking Opera general costumes, playing tricks.
Practice sparring meticulously.
When Jiang Fei saw this, he probably knew where Tong Bin had taken him.
This seems to be a gathering place for artists from the Four Nine Cities.
Although it is no longer as lively as it was twenty years ago, it is at least much better than later generations.
Because future generations can no longer see these folk arts, they can only be viewed through short video software, which is not authentic.
"Stretch your bow, let's go and have a look."
Tong Bin originally wanted to take Jiang Fei and the two of them to his master's school to have a look, where he learned Changquan.
But when he saw a bow-drawing handle in the alley ahead, he immediately took Jiang Fei there.
Drawing a bow was very common in old times, but it is no longer common.
I didn’t expect to meet it today, so of course I can’t miss it.
Drawing a bow is actually a technique used by folk artists to attract customers and earn some loose money.
All bows are drawn with hard bows. Before the artist performs, he will bring a few spectators to try the bow to see if it can be drawn, and how many bows can be drawn.
The ancients said there was a one-stone bow, a three-stone bow, and a five-stone bow. That is to say, different bows were drawn with different strengths.
Of course, if a modern person can draw a one-stone bow, he is already qualified, and if he can draw two stone bows, he is already naturally powerful.
According to the fixed standard of modern conversion, one stone bow weighs about 80 kilograms, up to 120 kilograms, so two stone bows weigh about 200 kilograms.
This is no joke, the strength of two hundred pounds is what some weightlifters can achieve.
"Hey, gentlemen, do you want to try it?"
A middle-aged man wearing a black mandarin jacket, with short hair and very energetic appearance, saw Jiang Fei and Tong Bin coming over, and immediately stepped forward to ask, smelling the taste of Sijiucheng.
"Want to try it, do you want to spend money?" Tong Bin asked with a smile on his face.
"Hey, you are a foreigner, aren't you? You don't need to spend money to try this. You put in the effort and it adds to the excitement, right?"
This man is very good at talking. At first glance, he looks like a charlatan and a jack of all trades.
"Okay, I'll give it a try!"
Tong Bin is good at martial arts and likes things in the world.
When he saw the hard bow, his hands started to itch.
He had tried it before, and the two stiff bows were drawn halfway, but not fully drawn.
This time he must pull it all away.
This one hard bow weighs one hundred kilograms, and two hard bows weighs two hundred kilograms.
A person with weak arm strength cannot even draw a bow.
"Young and old gentlemen, the excitement is coming. Take a look. You don't need those three or two minutes. This trick is on the ground. Hey, the excitement is coming."
The man began to shout, and his voice was extremely clear, crisp and without a trace of noise.
To put it bluntly, it's louder than the father-in-law in old Beijing.
"Hey, isn't this Tong Bin? Come and try your hand again?"
"Come on, man."
Some of the residents and elders in the nearby alley houses all know Tong Bin.
Tong Bin has come here at least four or five times a week in the past two years, and they have already become familiar with each other.
At this moment, everyone was also making jokes towards Tong Bin.
Of course they don't know Tong Bin's identity, otherwise they don't know if they would dare to joke.
After all, since ancient times, the people have not been in harmony with the officials...
Jiang Fei looked at the growing number of residents around him. There were adults, aunts, and young people watching the excitement.
He sighed in his heart, these are the billionaires of future generations.
The demolition fee alone for this family is so small.
Thinking of this, he suddenly felt that he could also buy a courtyard house in Sijiucheng. At least the price would be based on the land. After a few years of real estate development, this would be a huge profit.
But after thinking about it for a while, I gave up. By the time real estate started to rise, it was already in the late 1990s. If you want to make big money, you have to wait until the 21st century.
By that time, I would have already made the medicinal material company bigger and stronger, so I would not be short of the billions.
But you can also buy one to live in. After all, you will be studying in the capital in the next few years, and you don’t like living in dormitories, so you have to live out.
Just as he was thinking about it, Tong Bin let out a muffled shout and started to draw the bow.
Tong Bin's face turned red visibly. He was suppressing the redness. He held the bow tightly with his left hand and pulled the bow hard with his right hand. The muscles in both arms swelled.
He was pulling two bows, that is, two bows were stacked on top of each other, which was too difficult.
How can a bow weighing more than 200 kilograms have such strength?
Tong Bin's whole body began to tremble, and his head trembled slightly from time to time, as if he had Parkinson's disease, but he still couldn't draw the two complete bows.
He wanted to continue holding on, gritting his teeth and sweating on his forehead.
But in the end I breathed a sigh of relief and lost all my strength.
"No, I still can't pull it open."
Tong Bin shook his head, wiped the sweat with his sleeve, and smiled apologetically at the man opposite him: "Ashamed."
The man in charge smiled slightly, then looked around at the people on the third floor and the third floor around him, grinned, picked up two bows, and exerted force suddenly, only to hear a buzzing sound, and the Perfect Bow was pulled open by him.
And it looks effortless at all.
When Tong Bin saw this scene, he was envious and jealous, and also felt deeply helpless.
He glanced at Jiang Fei and saw Jiang Fei staring at this scene with a smile on his face, and suddenly said: "Brother Fei, try it."
"Me? I can't!"
Jiang Fei hurriedly waved his hands and shook his head. His body and bones in this life were too bad. Even though he took medicine for two months, his body and bones were still not as good as in his previous life.
Moreover, when I came to this life, I did not deliberately train my body and bones, so it was impossible for me to draw two bows by myself.
This requires strong arm strength. In my previous life, I worked out for seven or eight years, so maybe I can do it.
not now.
When Tong Bin saw that Jiang Fei was really resisting, rather than being humble and polite, he didn't say much and led Jiang Fei and Liu Xiangchuan inside.
Soon, we came to a courtyard house.
This courtyard has two entrances and two exits, and it looks pretty good.
"This is my master's sect, Left-wing Changquan Zhang Hongjin. My master's residence, and several other fellow apprentices live here."
Before Tong Bin went in, he introduced the two of them.
Then he stepped inside.
Until now, Jiang Fei suddenly understood what Tong Bin meant. He had defeated him. He felt unwilling and wanted his disciples to take action?
This is not malicious, it's just a matter of young people trying to catch their breath.
Maybe Tong Bin himself was convinced, but he was not convinced that Zuoyi Changquan lost to Jiang Fei's fighting skills.
I can lose, but my school cannot lose. This is what Tong Bin means.
But Jiang Fei felt that he was a little too obsessed. Jianghu was just a set of things that he could just play around with.
Where can this kind of behavior of Jianghu artists be tolerated now?
In a few years, when the economic development wave picks up, no matter how hard you work or what you do, it will not be as good as a red ticket.
This is also the reason why we want to develop capital for traditional Chinese medicine. Without occupying the capital market, it will be difficult for traditional Chinese medicine to develop, let alone whether traditional Chinese medicine, which has been impacted by Western medicine, can survive.
Moreover, he is still a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner. At this moment, being brought to the left-wing Changquan discipleship by Tong Bin, he seems to be not doing his job properly.
That is to say, I am now a candidate, and during this month when I enter the university to report, I am a free man.
When I entered the university campus, I no longer had the time or energy.
You can take advantage of the abundant time now and relax a bit.
"Master, master..."
Tong Bin entered the courtyard and immediately shouted at the top of his lungs. This chapter has been completed!