Traveling through history leaving a name

Chapter 202

Chapter 202

"Yang Sanlang, haven't you finished your storytelling today? Why haven't you gone back?"

While Zhang Qingfeng was talking to old man Liu, a middle-aged man walked over with a smile.

"Master." Seeing the person coming, Zhang Qingfeng called out.

Then he said, "I don't want to see if I can learn something from the Liu family opera troupe."

"Why? Do you want to change careers?" the middle-aged man asked.

"No, I'm mainly talking about storytelling at the moment, but I also want to learn to play some musical instruments. After all, I don't have too many skills!"

Zhang Qingfeng said: "I'm discussing with Uncle Liu right now, I pay the tuition, not free."

"That's it!" Hearing Zhang Qingfeng's words, the middle-aged man said to Old Man Liu, "Old Man Liu, just accept Yang Sanlang."

While talking, the middle-aged man jokingly said: "Isn't your little granddaughter about the same age as Yang Sanlang? It would be nice to have a grandson-in-law by the way!"

"Sir, don't be joking, I'm still young." Zhang Qingfeng interrupted quickly.

"It's not too young, the hair is all grown, and we can get married." The middle-aged man laughed.

"I won't disturb you anymore. I'll go check out other places first." After saying that, the middle-aged man chuckled and left.

After the middle-aged man left, both Zhang Qingfeng and old man Liu were a little embarrassed.

"Yang Sanlang, if you want to learn Huqin, you can go to the eldest lady directly. If she wants to teach you, she can teach you. If she doesn't want to, I have nothing to do." Old man Liu said to Zhang Qingfeng.

"Okay, I'll talk to the lady about it after this scene is over." Zhang Qingfeng said.

Da Niangzi is actually what people in the Goulan circle call her. She is already in her 40s.

In fact, according to the rules, others should call her Zhao Liushi, because her husband's surname is Zhao.

At this time, the eldest lady was singing on the stage. Old man Liu didn't come on stage because he was old. He was mainly responsible for the logistics of the entire theater troupe.

After half an hour, the drama finally came to an end.

"Aunt Liu, I want to discuss something with you."

After the opera ended, Zhang Qingfeng met the eldest lady backstage.

Of course he couldn't call Da Niangzi, because he was only under 16 years old. In order to get close, he simply called Da Niangzi Aunt Liu.

"Yang Sanlang, what do you need from me?" The eldest lady asked Zhang Qingfeng.

Hearing the conversation between the two, the rest of the troupe also looked over curiously.

"Aunt Liu, I want to learn huqin from you. I have agreed with Bantou Liu, can I pay the tuition?" Zhang Qingfeng said to the eldest lady.

"Do you want to learn Huqin?" The eldest lady asked Zhang Qingfeng in surprise.

Without waiting for Zhang Qingfeng to speak, she said again: "This huqin is very difficult to learn. You can't learn it without a year or a half. If you are stupid, it will take longer."

"Don't be afraid, I want to learn Huqin." Zhang Qingfeng said firmly.

"Since you want to learn huqin, it's not impossible for me to teach you. The tuition fee is fine. How about this? You come to our troupe as an apprentice, and I will teach you some time every day." The eldest lady said to Zhang Qingfeng.

"This..." Hearing what the eldest lady said, Zhang Qingfeng felt a little troubled, he said: "But I still have to give lectures on storytelling, and I have to write the scriptures of the Romance of the Gods at night..."

"You come to the opera troupe as an apprentice and it doesn't affect your teaching storytelling." The eldest lady said, "You don't teach storytelling at noon and afternoon, you can come to learn in the morning, and you can stay and help when our troupe performs. That's fine, it doesn't conflict with your storytelling."

"That's it, that's no problem." Hearing what the eldest lady said, Zhang Qingfeng nodded immediately ""

Then he thanked and said: "Thank you, Aunt Liu! I will definitely study hard."

"Well, we are going back now, you can come with us, first identify the door, come over tomorrow morning, I will teach you how to play the huqin." The eldest lady said to Zhang Qingfeng.

"Okay, thank you Aunt Liu." Zhang Qingfeng thanked him again.

Afterwards, Zhang Qingfeng went back with the Liu family, still outside Lin'an City, where the Liu family had a house.

To Zhang Qingfeng's surprise, Liu's family and Zhang Qingfeng's master Mr. Zhao's home were in the same area, and the distance between the two families was less than 10 minutes.

The house of the Liu family is a large courtyard house, in which the old man Liu's family lived.

Old man Liu has a son and a daughter, both of whom have already married. The son and daughter-in-law, daughter and son-in-law are all members of the troupe.

There are also grandchildren and grandchildren who have also been performing arts since childhood, and several of them are currently members of the troupe.

Zhang Qingfeng left after he recognized the family in Liu's house. He planned to come over to learn Erhu tomorrow morning.

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"My lady, are you really going to teach Yang Sanlang how to play the huqin? But why don't you charge tuition?" After Zhang Qingfeng left, the eldest lady's husband, Zhao Youfu, asked the eldest lady.

Hearing Zhao Youfu's words, the rest of the Liu family also looked over curiously.

The eldest lady happily agreed to teach Zhang Yang Sanlang the huqin, which is very strange in itself.

You must know that apart from her own children, the eldest lady has never taught outsiders.

What's even more strange is that the eldest lady taught Yang Sanlang Huqin for free and without any restrictions.

If Yang Sanlang learns it, he can pat his ass and leave without bearing any psychological burden.

In ancient times, there was a saying that the apprentice of the church would starve the master to death. Generally, those with abilities would not hand over their abilities easily, unless the apprentice could bring great benefits to the master.

"You really think I'm stupid?"

Hearing her husband's question, the eldest lady said: "Yang Sanlang is very talented. He is able to write a story like Fengshen Yanyi at such a young age. He is really a remarkable person."

Many people know the story of Zhang Qingfeng writing the Romance of the Gods, and it was mainly promoted by Zhang Qingfeng himself. He wanted to gain popularity, so the name of the author of the Romance of the Gods would naturally not be let go.

"But what does this have to do with us?" Old man Liu asked his daughter.

"Why doesn't it matter? Fengshenyan is so popular. Since it can be adapted into storytelling, it can also be adapted into opera. And what do we do? Isn't it opera?"

The eldest lady said to everyone: "If we change the "Fengshen Yanyi" into an opera and perform on stage, won't the audience be full? How much money won't we get back?"

"Tall, it's really tall." Hearing what the eldest lady said, Zhao Youfu immediately praised her.

"Not only that, but compared to the adaptation of Fengshen Yanyi into an opera, I am more optimistic about Yang Sanlang. I think he is about the same age as our little girl. It will be very good if it can be a good thing."

"Mom, what are you talking about?"

Hearing what the eldest lady said, a girl about 15 years old not far away blushed suddenly, shouted shyly and ran away.

"Haha, this girl is so shy." Seeing this scene, the others immediately laughed.

(End of this chapter)