Turbulent Times Chapter 471: Lack of spiritual food

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After leaving the Goulan, Wang Junlin did not leave, but continued to visit the tile market with Nie Xiaoyu, who was observing everything secretly with a blank face. Many temporary viewing sheds are very simple, surrounded by railings on the outside, and inside are opera singers, dancers, singers, storytellers, acrobats, etc., as long as they can bring people fun or kill time. It's all here.

People can go in and enjoy the programs here casually, throw money if they feel good, and no one will say anything if they feel bad.

These booths are actually Goulan. Of course, this kind of Goulan is just the lowest-end entertainment place, and most of the people who gather in it are ordinary people who are not well-off.

In addition to these Goulan, teahouses, restaurants, and even brothels also have similar performances in Goulan, but these places are relatively high-end, and ordinary people can't afford it.

In view of the gap between the rich and the poor and the ratio of the rich and the poor in this era, at least 70% to 80% of the people will be consumed in ordinary gourds, and the most people who consume in high-end teahouses, restaurants, and brothels may be the most. Only one or two percent.

Turning around, Wang Junlin and Nie Xiaoyu came to the Goulan where the grandpa and grandson were again. At this time, they had already started performing storytelling.

"Both young masters, what do you need?"

It was still the guy I met just now, seeing Wang Junlin and Nie Xiaoyu coming in, he asked with a smile on his face.

"What do you have here?" Wang Junlin felt that the taste of the tea here was really average. After drinking it once, he never wanted to drink it again.

"We have clear tea here." The guy said with a warm smile.

"Is there anything else?" Wang Junlin frowned.

"Only green tea." The smile on the guy's face remained the same, but he was a good guy.

With no choice, Wang Junlin finally let the little girl serve a pot of tea.

But I can't help but sigh in my heart, the person in charge of the Goulan has no business acumen and is too good at doing business. No matter what kind of performance it is to watch, just provide some snacks, dried fruits and the like, and the price doesn't need to be too expensive , 10 to 20% more expensive than the stalls outside, which is not a small income.

Think about the future generations, whether it is a black dance hall or a white dance hall, you don't need money to watch performances, but you can already make enough money by relying on drinks, fruits, melon seeds, and drinks, and then provide more complete services to retain guests and earn money Maybe there is no big money, but at least it won't make the grandpa and grandson so pitiful.

Thinking about these things for a while, while waiting for the guy to serve tea, he listened to the storyteller on the stage.

"This old man has several jobs at once!" To Wang Junlin's surprise, the storyteller was the old man who played the guqin between his grandfather and grandson. Afterwords, I don't know what story he is talking about, but the logic of this story is simple, and you can guess it with a little guesswork. The few people sitting scattered outside the field listened enthusiastically, and when they heard something happy, occasionally someone squeezed a few copper coins from their pockets and threw them up. The old man smiled and spoke even more vigorously.

When it came to the critical moment, the old man suddenly paused, stood up, and said: "Everyone, this is the end of today's story. If you want to know what will happen next, let's listen to the next chapter..."

Just when I heard the emergency, when the old man made such an announcement, several people below immediately became dissatisfied, but the expression was not very strong.

"You old man, what's your appetite, keep talking!"

"I'm hearing the excitement, what is this?"

"Next time, break it down, break it down, and reward you with some coins, let's talk about it!"

The two muttered a few words, took out copper coins from their pockets and threw them on the stage.

"Since you judges love you, I will continue to talk." Seeing that a few copper coins fell more or less under his feet, the old man secretly heaved a sigh of relief. Throwing the bounty, this book can't go on.

With the reward, the wrinkles on the old man's face bloomed like chrysanthemums. He had already stood up, but immediately sat down, cleared his throat, changed his emphasis, and said: "Let's say that Mr. Liu came to Wangjiazhuang... ..."

This old man’s routine is relatively common. Those storytellers or actors stop at the end of a show or at a critical moment, charge the audience, and then continue to perform. It is very common in Goulan, Washi. After all, these rewards constitute most of their income, and the guests below actually know the rules, and if they swear a few words, they will still give the rewards that should be given. But only if the story told can make them want to know what follows.

"Such a boring story is so popular, not to mention Master Jin and Senior Gu, as well as those Internet novel masters, even a well-known online novel author who randomly comes to make up a story is better than this The story is a few blocks better!" Compared with the previous dancing and singing performances, this scene of storytelling surprised Wang Junlin even more, and he couldn't help lamenting again the lack of spiritual food for people in this era.

Also, this service... I looked in the direction where the guy left. The guy was quite enthusiastic just now, but the action of serving tea is not so slow! It's been so long, and the tea still hasn't come...

At this time, on the side of the stands, the granddaughter of the old storyteller on the stage, the cute and cute girl showed her head, saw Wang Junlin and Nie Xiaoyu sitting at the table not far away, and left happily come over. She and her grandpa were busy performing just now, and after taking the two benefactors to Goulan, they went there first. When they were done, they went to the benefactors to entertain and thank them, but the two benefactors had already left, and when they were disappointed, the benefactor back again.

Running quickly to the backyard to get a snack wrapped in a handkerchief from her bed, the cute and cute girl ran to the front fence again, and almost collided with the buddy.

The girl tightly clutched the handkerchief she was wrapping, and saw that the snacks she had treasured for many days hadn't fallen out, so she patted her chest, exhaled, and said angrily: "Okay, Wei Dabao, you Are you trying to scare this girl to death!"

The guy covered his stomach, his forehead was covered with sweat, and he bent over and said, "Sister Shuyi, help me give this pot of tea to those two gentlemen over there. I seem to have a stomachache." .”

The guy was talking, pointed to the teapot on the side, and then ran away without a trace.

The girl took the teapot, grabbed her small handkerchief with the other hand, muttered something, then picked up the teapot and walked over.