Fengshan Township is particularly lively today, not least because the Chinese New Year is approaching and there are a lot of people selling New Year's goods. I heard that a performer has come. He sings nice and fun songs and plays the huqin very well. Everyone is here to enjoy the excitement.
"You are the most beautiful cloud in my heart, I'll fill the bottle with fine wine for you to stay!" This kind of salivating song conquered the masses of simple and unpretentious people at once, and it was widely sung in Fengshan Market for a while.
There were a lot more copper plates on the ground.
Liang Chuan handed the piano over to the old man and said, "Old sir, this erhu is pretty good. Give it back to you!" After picking up the money, the old man was stunned to see Liang Chuan's erhu skills. This kid's skills are quite solid. Look. Wrong sight. He took the piano from Liang Chuan, didn't know what to say, and looked at his daughter involuntarily.
The little girl looks young, but in ancient times, women who got married and had children at fourteen were considered late in marriage and childbearing. This little girl looks thin but is actually very mature. The father and daughter can basically handle big things when they are outside. She is not sure what kind of person Liang Chuan is now. Why is this talented person penniless? Why is he willing to hide in the countryside if he has such talent? Why can he make a name for himself in any town in the north?
"Guanren's song..." The little girl had many questions in her heart, so she asked slowly. "My little girl has never heard of it. The styles of music are very different. The former is sad and charming, while the latter is cheerful and joyful. What kind of person can create these two completely different styles of music!"
Liang Chuan knew that they must have never heard of these songs. It would be weird if they had. Anyway, they wouldn't believe it if they said this song was the theme song of Jackie Chan's movie a thousand years later. So he might as well just deal with it casually. After a while, he said, "Tell me, is this song mediocre?" Liang Chuan said with a smile. How could he know how shocking this song was to them.
The little girl became humble when she saw Liang Chuan, and she admired her even more from the bottom of her heart. People who are proud of their talents can be found everywhere in the world, and most of them are just seeking fame. This lame man has great talent but is so low-key and easy-going. No wonder such a person is hidden here. People know it.
The little girl said: "This is the first time for the little girl to hear these beautiful songs from the officials. I don't know what the lyrics are called and who composed them." As soon as she asked this question, the little girl regretted it. This song must have been composed by this gentleman. If people in the world think otherwise, If someone else composed this song, he must have already become famous beyond the Great Wall in the south of the Yangtze River. How could it be unknown? Moreover, with his character, he would definitely be humble enough not to acknowledge it, so why should I ask more questions.
"You are talking about these songs. The first one is called Shinhwa! It is a very old song from my hometown. You don't know the other songs... Anyway, they are very famous songs in my hometown." Liang Chuan said randomly, Come as you please.
Sure enough, as he thought, this official did not live up to his reputation and said that it was created by others. "Mythology... is indeed a very beautiful name." The little girl murmured to herself, "Isn't Guanren from here? I wonder where Guanren's hometown is?" the little girl continued to ask.
"My hometown? It's very far away!"
The little girl is a knowledgeable person. Talented people are very proud. It is rude to talk too much. If you continue to ask questions, you are asking for trouble.
The old man picked up the scattered copper plates one by one, and added the ones in the original coarse porcelain bowl to a large bowl full. It seemed that there were three to four hundred coins. It seemed that the money in the hands of the people was still not enough at this time. A few dozen people can throw away so much money.
The little girl walked up to the old man and whispered something to him. After hearing this, the old man stuffed the coarse porcelain bowl into his arms and tightly covered the money. They hadn't seen the money in many days and seemed to disagree. look. The little girl sighed, snatched the bowl away, and walked straight towards Liang Chuan.
The little girl pushed the bowl to Liang Chuan and said: "The officials are talented, and the reward we received today is all thanks to the officials. We don't dare to be greedy for credit. We hope that the money will be accepted by the lawsuit." It turned out that the little girl and the old man discussed how to share the reward they had just received. All the money was given to Liang Chuan. The old man must have refused, which is why the scene just happened.
Liang Chuan quickly blocked the bowl and said politely: "Girl, it must be difficult for you two father and daughter to be outside, otherwise you wouldn't be doing such a publicity job. Today we are lucky enough to borrow the money." I don't dare to accept what you earn from playing erhu, so just accept it!" When he said this, Liang Chuan put away his original unruly face and replaced it with a righteous one.
He is obviously in trouble! The situation is definitely no better than that of myself and my father, but I am unmoved by the money being delivered to me! The little girl still insisted that Liang Chuan take the money. If he didn't take all of it, he could take a little from somewhere. In the end, Liang Chuan couldn't refuse and took half of it. He estimated that there might be two hundred yuan.
The little girl felt a little relieved now, and the rest was enough for the father and daughter to spend a long time.
It's time to go back to find the artist.
"I don't know the official's surname!" the little girl asked finally, looking at Liang Chuan's back.
"My name is Liang Chuan!" Liang Chuan didn't even look back, leaving a gorgeous figure behind his back, his voice was loud enough for everyone present to hear. . . The name floated in the air.
Yi Niang said she was waiting for her at the butcher's shop. She didn't know if she had sold out all her firewood. Liang Chuan was very happy to see the bustling people all the way. He didn't expect that he could make some money by singing songs all morning. The girl was also very polite. I gave myself more than half of the money, and Yi Niang only made two hundred yuan from selling all the firewood she brought back. Now I have two hundred yuan on hand. I will also buy something to surprise Yi Niang!
On the way, I passed a cloth shop, a rice shop, and a blacksmith shop. Thinking about how many things were missing in Liangchuan, the little money I had on hand was really not enough. Forget it, it’s better not to buy indiscriminately. Yi Niang is more careful and knows how to make arrangements. For the money on hand, just give it to Lin Yiniang. Liang Chuan weighed the money wrapped in the corners of his clothes, but still didn't go into the store to spend money, although he wanted to give Lin Yiniang something.
In ancient times, places like butcher shops were generally run by ruthless people, because during the Tang and Song dynasties it was forbidden to slaughter farm cattle, and all social classes, whether they were high-ranking officials or low-level commoners, could not eat them. It's an ironclad order. In this era, cattle are the force that promotes social progress. Cows cannot be eaten, so pork and soybeans are the main sources of protein. Ordinary families are already good enough to have enough food and clothing. If they raise a few pigs at home, they are usually treated as ancestors. There are no slaughterhouses like today. The source of pork is also in short supply, and soybeans have no taste. Pork is so good, so those who run butcher shops are usually good at leaking oil and relatively ruthless, otherwise everyone will want a piece of the pie. .
Liang Chuan visited the entire Fengshan Street and found only one butcher shop. The boss was naked and covered in semen, with a broad-backed butcher knife flying up and down, and a ferocious face. This was probably the template for a Liangshan hero.
Hey, this butcher shop also sells beef! This is not common! But now that he was busy looking for Yi Niang, Liang Chuan didn't think too much about it. Just sell it, what does it have to do with him!
Liang Chuan looked around and saw no sign of Yi Niang. Didn't she say she was selling firewood by the butcher shop? Where did she go? I had no choice but to ask the butcher shop owner. Liang Chuan looked at the boss with a smile, and kept smiling at the boss. After the boss stopped for a moment after finishing his work, he asked nicely: "Hello, master, what did you see here just now?" I saw a little girl selling matches, oh no, a little girl selling firewood?"
The butcher shop owner glanced at Liang Chuan with his little eyes and spat, angrily scolding: "You pickled things, who the hell do you think is your master!"
This scolding made Liang Chuan furious. "You!..." However, he clearly saw that the opponent's body was not inferior to his own, and he was currently in a state of residual health. He would definitely suffer a loss if he attacked now. As the saying goes, a good man doesn't suffer immediate losses, so why should he be so ignorant with this kind of thing.
Looks like I need to go check out that big restaurant.
When you look at this restaurant from a distance, it looks very impressive. There is a plaque hanging below, "Xia Pavilion".
Liang Chuan came over from a distance. Lin Yiniang was standing on the edge with a little old man wearing a soft-footed headdress and a gray robe. From time to time, the little old man made gestures in the air with his empty fingers, and after speaking, he inserted his hands. Yixiu didn't know what he was talking to Yi Niang, but Yi Niang listened carefully and nodded from time to time.
They talked for a while, and the little old man turned around and entered the restaurant. When Lin Yiniang saw Liang Chuan lame, she came to him. She went to find Liang Chuan and happily reported today's business: "Third brother, I sold out all the firewood today. I sold all the firewood for two hundred yuan. Today is not in vain." I have walked such a long way carrying nearly a hundred kilograms of firewood. I plan to buy some rice, flour and vegetables later, and during the winter solstice in two days, Third Brother, I will make dumplings for you!"
Liang Chuan was very happy when he heard that he could change his taste. It is estimated that Yi Niang would not be willing to eat such good food on ordinary days. "Yi Niang, I have some money, you can take it!"
When Lin Yiniang heard that Liang Chuan had money, her happy face suddenly dropped, and she asked Liang Chuan seriously: "Third brother, what money? Where did you get the money?"
Looking at Lin Yiniang's face, Liang Chuan knew what she was thinking. He must be worried that his money had come from something wrong. He said with a smile: "Don't worry, Yi Niang. I'll tell you how the money came from while we're walking!"
Lin Yiniang stared at Liang Chuan with squinting eyes, full of suspicion. Liang Chuan slowly told her what happened during the performance. Lin Yiniang's mouth was wide open and she kept asking Liang Chuan when he would pull that thing again. I don’t even know. Liang Chuan said that if you lie in bed for a long time, you will naturally become good at it. There are gains and losses.
"By the way! Yi Niang, why do you want to sell firewood next to the butcher shop?" Liang Chuan always wanted to ask.
"Well, firewood is easy to sell next to the butcher shop. Think about it, people who can afford to buy meat generally have better family conditions, and people with better conditions generally don't go to the mountains to cut firewood by themselves. . And this meat must be burned with large firewood to make it well cooked. After others buy the meat, they usually buy some firewood back, so it will sell better next to the butcher shop."
"Oh, so that's it..." It turns out there are so many things to pay attention to. "It's just that the meat seller doesn't seem to be easy to mess with. He didn't say anything unpleasant, right?" Liang Chuan's anger just now has not completely subsided.
"That Zheng Tu, that is the bully in the street. He is the only one who kills the pigs in the village. If anyone else wants to rob this business, they offend him. They will either get beaten or their stalls will be smashed. He has a large group of apprentices. Those little scoundrels who are causing trouble for you are his little legs!" Lin Yiniang told Liang Chuan these local common sense. "I am a wife and he is not as familiar as me. Besides, he slaughters his pigs and the firewood I sell has nothing to do with him. He has done so much to embarrass me!"
Liang Chuan thought to himself, it is indeed not a fuel-efficient lamp. Ordinary words can arouse his anger. If he really competes with him for business, he will be in a lot of trouble.
“Can this butcher shop still sell beef?”
"Then I don't know. It might be cut from a dead cow. Live cows cannot be killed! But if someone's cow dies normally, you can register it with the county government and the cow can be slaughtered. , that meat is much more expensive than pork!”
Zhang San nodded.
"By the way, who was that little old man just now? He seemed to be telling you to do something, right?"
"Well, that's the shopkeeper from the lower pavilion. He saw me selling firewood and asked me if I didn't have good charcoal. They need to use it in their guest room!" Lin Yiniang was very happy, because she had saved a lot of charcoal, and she probably could sell it. Good price!
"We need to collect charcoal!"
