Tao Ran, Wang Ziyi, and Li Hanshu kept smiling and shaking their heads. Zhao Ping could see that they also knew that it was Wang Zihe's voice. Zhao Ping guessed that Wang Zihe was also giving a banquet to his classmates and friends to congratulate him on finally being promoted from Class A to Class A.
The four of them came out of the private room and came to the corridor. They saw a blind man and a young lady being driven out of the private room next door.
The man was about thirty years old, with some stoops on his back and many patches on his clothes. He staggered and fell outside the aisle. One hand kept stroking the ground looking for a cane, and the other hand held a musical instrument Xun tightly; and the young lady was young. He is about the same age as Cuizhu, holding a flute in his hand. In Zhao Ping's previous life, he was still a spoiled child in his parents' arms, but was forced to come out to sing. Now his face is full of horror, looking at the man in the aisle, crying at the same time. While struggling towards him, she kept shouting: "Daddy, Daddy."
She wanted to help the man in the aisle but was afraid that the instrument in her hand would be damaged.
Upon seeing this, Zhao Ping quickly helped the man up, gave him the crutches, and said in a comforting voice: "They don't like to hear it. I like to hear it, so come here and sing it to me."
The father and daughter came to Zhao Ping's private room in trepidation.
There happened to be an empty bench, so the father and daughter sat on it and began to play and sing. The content of the song was Zhao Ping's "Wang Haichao. Changyuan", because Zhao Ping vividly and vividly expressed the cultural beauty of Changyuan. Expressing it, people in Changyuan County now particularly like this song and song praising their hometown. It has become popular in the streets and alleys of Changyuan County, and even some people in Changzhou sing it.
After all, Changyuan County is also the territory of Changzhou, and Changzhou people also love their beautiful hometown.
Zhao Ping didn't understand classical music, so he couldn't help but look at the three of them. The three of them smiled bitterly and shook their heads. It seemed that the father and daughter had not yet mastered the playing, playing and singing skills.
Seeing the looks on the four people's faces, the young lady knew that her father and daughter's kung fu had not yet reached the point where they could be rewarded. She gave each of the four people a sad look on her face and said with a sob: "My singing skills are indeed not good. Please forgive me, the four young officials. It’s just that the slave father and daughter have not eaten for the whole day, and they only drank a small amount of porridge the day before yesterday. They really don’t have the energy to play, play, and sing. Please take pity on the slave father and daughter.”
After saying that, the little lady fell softly on the Eight Immortals table, and the flute in her hand also fell on the floor.
When the man heard the sound, he hurriedly raised his hands in the direction of the four people and said in a weak and hoarse voice: "Human life is at stake. Please save my little girl, official."
Zhao Ping hurriedly helped the man up, and at the same time helped him place the xun on the table and then said: "Don't worry, uncle, I will save her now."
After finishing speaking, he hurriedly called the waiter. After the waiter arrived, Zhao Ping had to bring the delicious food immediately. After the waiter looked at the father and daughter, he hurriedly went down to prepare the meal.
Zhao Ping hurriedly poured water for the two of them from a kettle, and the blind man was grateful after taking the bowl.
With the help of the other three people, Zhao Ping gave the little lady some water. The little lady woke up leisurely after a few minutes.
The waiter brought the food and put it on the table. The father and daughter stared at the food, but did not make a move. The man thanked him with both hands and said: "Thank you for your kindness, but how can a despicable person interact with a small person?" The officials sit together!"
Zhao Ping had no choice but to ask the waiter to find a small table for the father and daughter to eat.
Although the father and daughter's stomachs were growling, they did not do anything until Zhao Ping's food was served. They then bowed and ate.
The four of them, Zhao Ping, nodded, and their affection for these two people immediately increased, and they chatted while waiting for the food to be served.
The origins of the two are not simple.
He is the great-grandson of Jiang Kui, a famous poet, writer, musician and calligrapher in the Song Dynasty.
Only then did Zhao Ping realize that the father and daughter had a harmonious and warm family.
The man's surname was Jiang Mingjie, whose father was originally a musician. However, due to his blindness since childhood and his lack of talent, he could not play music well. He once had a wife, but she died of illness a few years ago due to lack of money for medical treatment.
His daughter is quite talented.
It’s a pity that I couldn’t find a suitable teacher!
Zhao Ping felt that Jiang Jie's experience was somewhat similar to that of A Bing, and Erquan Yingyue was very Jiang Jie played with a xun.
However, Erquan Yingyue is suitable for playing guzheng and erhu, but I don’t know these two. What’s more, I only know staff music, but I don’t understand the ancient five tones of Gong, Shang, Jiao (jué), Zheng (zhǐ), and Yu. It would be nice to have my mother here, she is proficient in classical music.
Zhao Ping's eyes lit up when he saw the flute hanging on the young lady's waist. He stepped forward and saluted Jiang Jie and asked, "Uncle Jiang, I would like to ask, can I borrow the young lady's tune? I want to play a song with it." .I am a layman on Xun.”
Lady Jiang blushed. If Zhao Ping wasn't only ten years old, she would have thought she had met a deceiver. How could a strange man approach the closest things to her daughter's family? So she looked at the blind man Jiang Jie.
Jiang Jie hesitated for a moment and said, "Listen to Xiao Guanren's performance. That's your blessing. My daughter, give it to Xiao Guanren."
Miss Jiang blushed and took off the flute and gave it to Zhao Ping.
Amid the stunned and malicious smiles of the other four Tao Ran people, Zhao Ping took the flute awkwardly, then washed it carefully with water, adjusted it with his mouth a few times, and then played "A Laugh from the Sea".
Since Zhao Ping is now practicing both internal and external skills, the internal Qi obtained from the internal and external exercises is enough to support his performance.
The room suddenly became quiet, and everyone was focused on Zhao Ping!
This music is different from the shallow chanting and singing in this era. It is elegant and full of purity, heroism and passion.
Tao Ran and the other three couldn't help but tap their fingers on the table while enjoying Zhao Ping's performance. They suddenly felt that they had forgotten all their worries and wished they could get drunk with each other and then come to a peach garden to become sworn brothers.
Jiang Jie was even more excited. His blind eyes actually shed tears, and he said in a hoarse voice: "The music of the little official is clear and heroic. I have never heard the music before, so it is not an exaggeration to call it fairy music. It's a pity that this is only suitable for little people to play." "
Zhao Ping thought for a while, then paused and played "Butterfly Lovers".
Tao Ran and the other three were tapping on the table while listening, forgetting that the food they ordered was already on the table.
When Zhao Ping finished playing, Tao Ran couldn't help but slap the table and sighed: "Good music makes people forget to eat. The ancients never deceived me."
Li Hanshu, who is similar in age to him, also nodded and hit the table and said: "This song can only be heard in heaven, how many times can it be heard in the world? Even if it takes three days, it's not enough."
Wang Ziyi's eyes were filled with twinkling stars. He first looked at Tao Ran and Li Hanshu, then at the blind father and daughter, and then said, "Xian brother, why don't you accept five of us as your disciples?"
After finishing speaking, he scratched his head, smiled bitterly and said: "We are originally brothers, it's not appropriate, it's not appropriate." Zhao Ping looked at the five people, pointed to the food on the table and said: "Everyone is hungry, don't eat any more food. It’s going to be cold, so I’ll sacrifice the five internal organs temple first and then talk about the music.”
Everyone ate together, but Zhao Ping felt that the so-called famous dishes of the Song Dynasty were far from the home-cooked dishes of his time. In particular, the seabass fillet was similar to the sashimi of Little Japan, which did not suit his taste.
After finishing the meal, Jiang Jie took his daughter and knelt down together, looked at Zhao Ping and said: "The villain father and daughter are desperate, and they hope that the junior official will tolerate them. They are willing to work as cows and horses."
Zhao Ping looked at the poor and disheveled father and daughter, hurriedly helped them up, and said: "These two songs were originally meant for you, not to mention that you are the descendants of Taoist Master Shiraishi?"
With the father and daughter here, it was obvious that they couldn't live in their uncle's place, so it was time to find a way to rent or buy a house.
Thinking of this, he took out two taels of silver and said to the blind father and daughter: "You guys will stay at Jingyuan Restaurant first. I will rent a room for you after I find Yaren."
Tao Ran suddenly clapped his hands, looked at his blind bestie Jiang Jie and his daughter and said, "Brother Yu, why should you abandon the near and far away? Brother Yu has a private courtyard near the east gate and wants to rent it out. Let's do this, Brother Yu won't take you in." It’s rent, but Brother Yu has an equivalent requirement, you must also teach those two fairy songs to Brother Yu.”
Zhao Ping hurriedly waved his hand and said: "There is no problem in teaching music, but how can I spend money on renting the house? If you don't charge, I will think of other ways."
After looking at Jiang Jie and his daughter, Tao Ran said displeasedly to Zhao Ping, "Since Brother Xian knows how to take in the descendants of Taoist Master Baishi, how can Brother Fool be left behind?"
Li Hanshu looked at Zhao Ping and Tao Ran, then looked at Jiang Jie and said, "Let's do this. Each of you two will give in. The house will be rented at half price, and Brother Tao will also have an explanation for the family."
Tao Ran thought for a moment, nodded and then saluted Zhao Ping and said, "This will cost you dear brother. I'll have someone clean it up today, and you can move in tomorrow."
Zhao Ping was overjoyed and said to Li Hanshu and Wang Ziyi at the same time: "You two are willing to practice this piece. You can come and play together after the class tomorrow, but please prepare your own instruments."
Wang Ziyi, Li Hanshu, and Tao Ran looked happy. They thought it was just a joke, but they didn't expect Zhao Ping to take it seriously. They saluted Zhao Ping with half a teacher's courtesy, and then said in unison: "Thank you so much, dear brother."
How dare Zhao Ping accept the gift from the three of them, so he hurriedly stepped aside to let them pass.
"Xiao Langjun, Xiao Langjun, it's not good. Something happened in Midian."
A sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy named Zhou Xiaolang ran up to the private room panting and spoke to Zhao Ping out of breath.
Zhao Ping turned around and saw Zhou Xiaolang with a bruised nose and swollen face, bleeding from the corners of his mouth, and sweat pouring from his forehead. What happened?
Zhao Ping hurriedly poured a bowl of water. Zhou Xiaolang thanked him, took it, drank it in one gulp, and then explained the reason.
It turns out that a group of people suddenly came today, saying that the rice sold by Zhao's rice shop was mixed with gravel and river sand, which broke their teeth, and wanted them to compensate for the losses and close the Yanmi shop.
They were naturally unconvinced and said that Zhao's rice store had always sold high-quality rice and had never been adulterated, so they started arguing with the group.
During the dispute, the group not only beat the workers in Zhao's workshop, but also bit them and beat them first, and blocked the shop to prevent them from selling rice.
