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Chapter 363 Calligrapher in the Crosstalk Class

"How do you talk about writing?"

Yan He heard it in a cloud of fog.

"You are confused!"

Qu Xiaoyun explained with a look of disgust: "You have to frame it, and finish the set."

"Hahaha~~"

The audience laughed and applauded.

"Oh, how much is a set?" Yan Hexiang asked curiously.

"Three dollars."

"It's too cheap." Yan Hexiang didn't understand anymore.

Qu Xiaoyun explained in detail: "For wages, a set is between two and three yuan. If it is sold well, it can be sold for a hundred or so yuan. If the trouble is over, it will cost two to thirty yuan a day."

"It costs tens of thousands of yuan per foot to write." Yan He gave a detailed example.

Qu Xiaoyun waved his hand, very self-aware: "How can we compare with those people in terms of salary, but if we catch up with the temple fair, we will be richer."

"Writing to catch up with the temple fair?" Yan Hexiang asked in surprise.

"It's lively, there are so many people buying calligraphy, and one set after another is sticky." Qu Xiaoyun picked up the handkerchief on the desk and wiped his hands after speaking.

The audience in the audience burst out laughing.

"Why is it still sticky, how do you write?" Yan Hexiang asked in surprise.

Qu Xiaoyun looked disgusted and said: "Have you never seen writing?"

"Hahaha~~"

Yan Hexiang shook his head and explained: "I have seen writing, but what you said sounds strange to me."

Qu Xiaoyun pursed his lips and said proudly: "You are lagging behind, my equipment is advanced, and there is fire under my desk."

"Hahaha~~"

The audience laughed and applauded.

"Hey, what are you doing with the fire? Are you afraid of the cold when writing in the open air?" Yan Hexiang didn't understand.

Qu Xiaoyun nodded, hugged his shoulders, moved his feet and said, "That's right, it's so cold at four or five o'clock in the morning in winter, first set the fire and sit there and wait."

"Oh."

Qu Xiaoyun imitated the scene and said: "The people who come here are all very thirsty, put down their bicycles, and Master will give me a set. I will make paper while standing still."

"Hahaha~~"

Although the audience guessed the answer, they still found it funny.

Yan Hexiang pursed his lips, and stretched out his hand to stop him: "Wait for a while, and make paper now after writing? It's outrageous."

Qu Xiaoyun waved his hand and emphasized: "We must make paper first, and the paper made the day before cannot be used."

"How to make this paper?"

"Writing must first be made of gold paper."

"Hahaha~~"

"Do you use facial tissue to write at home?" Yan Hexiang was annoyed after hearing this.

"Look, you have misunderstood!"

Qu Xiaoyun smiled slightly, and explained in a calm manner: "The facial tissues you mentioned are stretched out, the ones for wiping your nose."

"correct."

Qu Xiaoyun smiled and waved his hands: "It's not that, the noodles are white noodles, and the gold is golden yellow gold."

"Sprinkle gold on the paper?" Yan Hexiang asked in surprise.

Qu Xiaoyun stared and said: "I'm crazy, I have enough money for a desk! I pay three yuan for a set, and I put gold in it?"

"Hahaha~~"

The crookedness is quite reasonable, and the audience laughed and applauded.

"Then tell me how you did it." Yan Hexiang said impatiently.

Qu Xiaoyun explained with a look of disgust: "I'm a layman like you and you can't understand it, but the noodles are all done. I have a special pen called a lock pen."

"What pen? Lock pen?" Yan Hexiang had never heard of it.

"Hahaha~~"

Locking the batter is called a lock pen, and the audience laughed out loud after hearing this.

"Correct."

Qu Xiaoyun picked up the folding fan, and demonstrated it decently: "Use this pen to close it, it can't sink, after folding it well, pour it on my writing desk, and take my other special pen to touch it. Turn, must Yun know?"

"Even if this piece of paper is finished, let's start with my gold, golden yellow is fine, lend a little color."

"What are you going to do?" Yan Hexiang asked curiously.

Qu Xiaoyun explained: "It's just an egg."

The audience in the audience burst out laughing.

"Eggs?" Yan Hexiang asked in surprise.

Qu Xiaoyun nodded: "Yes, the egg was broken, and it was evenly mixed in the bowl."

"Very proficient in business." Yan Hexiang curled his lips.

Qu Xiaoyun went on to introduce: "After finishing it, take out my calligraphy training device, which is like the iron shovel. Turn over this volume again, and ask the guests, tell me, if you want a textbook, you still need a ruler."

"Hahaha~~"

The grate became a textbook, and the fritters became a ruler. The description was so funny that the audience couldn't help but laugh from ear to ear.

Yan Hexiang stretched out his hand and said, "Wait a minute, how come there are textbooks and rulers here?"

Qu Xiaoyun explained while gesticulating: "The textbook is so big, and the ruler is so long, two of them count as a set. They are yellow and burnt, and the ruler is strong. The textbook is crispy and crisp. Ask me What kind did he want, after finishing the roll, he took out my signature pen."

"Change the pen?" Yan Hexiang asked in surprise.

Qu Xiaoyun nodded, and explained: "My brush handle is short, and the inkstone is usually made of white enamel, and my ink is placed in it. It's sweet, and Liubiju is a good ink."

"Hahaha~~"

The audience laughed and applauded.

Yan Hexiang's nose was twisted with anger: "Does Liubiju sell ink? I haven't even heard of it!"

Qu Xiaoyun didn't know the difference, and then continued: "Write money for someone, put down this pen, and pick up another pen, do you want cinnabar or not? There are competitions, there are more or less, and take it out after you roll it up." Let's go to work."

The chili oil turned into cinnabar, and the audience couldn't help laughing.

"You call it writing?" Yan Hexiang said with a look of disdain.

"That's right." Qu Xiaoyun said disapprovingly.

Yan Hexiang snorted coldly, and said: "You are called pancakes, and you are talking about culture!"

"it is good!!!"

The audience laughed and applauded. This is also the ingenuity of this joke. Although I have known it for a long time, I still feel happy when I listen to it.

The corners of the mouths of the three judges in the audience raised from time to time, which is also the recognition of the actors' performance.

Seeing that he was exposed, Qu Xiaoyun frowned and stared angrily: "You are the one who hates it."

"what happened?"

"You don't understand our industry."

Yan Hexiang nodded: "I don't understand, I haven't done it before."

"You haven't done it, haven't you seen it?" Qu Xiaoyun scolded with staring eyes.

Yan Hexiang was overjoyed after listening: "I have seen it, and I have eaten it!"

"Hahaha~~"

The audience laughed and applauded.

Qu Xiaoyun nodded triumphantly after hearing this: "It's not over, these are the people who asked us."

"Hahaha~~"

Yan Hexiang's nose was twisted with anger: "What a mess, it's a nice way to say it, it's just spreading pancakes."

Qu Xiaoyun, with his hands behind his back, was still very confident: "As far as the capital is concerned, we are all engaged in culture."

"It's really gold." Yan Hexiang said disdainfully.

"Many of our literati are in the school."

"Why do you still have a school?"

Qu Xiaoyun nodded: "There is a school, I forgot the name, everyone is together, discussing and researching, why does your word taste so good?"

"Hahaha~~"

The audience laughed so hard that they almost burst into tears.

Yan Hexiang was speechless: "What a mess, the words have a taste!"

Qu Xiaoyun glanced at him, and said with disdain: "You don't understand as an outsider, but our discussion and research have caused a sensation, and the whole world knows our school."

"Hey, pancake sellers are on fire." Yan Hexiang shook his head helplessly.

"What sells pancakes?"

Qu Xiaoyun emphasized in a loud voice: "That's called a great calligrapher. Many high-level people have come to us, and many refined scholars have come here."

"You have a great reputation." Yan He said in detail.

Qu Xiaoyun nodded, and changed the topic: "But after chatting with them, I found that I can't get along with this group of literati, because I have a chivalrous atmosphere in me, and you know me."

Speaking of this, Qu Xiaoyun suddenly took a step back and kicked his leg, which was very funny.

Yan Hexiang scratched his head after reading it, and asked tentatively: "What's the matter, bad legs?"

"Hahaha~~"

It was a bit of a skit, and the audience laughed and applauded.

"Look again!"

After Qu Xiaoyun finished speaking, he swung the tail of the dragon, and almost fell over with too much force.

Yan Hexiang patted his thigh and realized: "Isn't this more clear, polio."

"Hahaha~~"

The audience couldn't stop laughing, and there was thunderous applause at the recording site.

"No, you're annoying."

Qu Xiaoyun lifted up his coat and stood on tiptoe for the audience to see, proving that his legs and feet were fine.

After watching it carefully, Yan He couldn't help complaining: "What do you mean by tiptoeing? It shows that you are taller than Master."

The camera was aimed at Lao Guo, and Guo Degang's face was ashen.

"Hahaha~~"

The successive burdens directly filled the happy atmosphere of the scene. The students in the assembly hall were under a lot of pressure at the moment. This was the rhythm of whoever played them and who was behind them.

"Just say it!"

Yan Hexiang didn't like to watch it, and said impatiently.

Qu Xiaoyun explained: "It's because I have martial arts cells in my bones, because everyone in my family does this."

"What do you do at home?" Yan Hexiang asked curiously.

"I'm different from you, I have a father."

The audience in the audience burst out laughing.

"Me too, isn't that nonsense!"

"My one is dear."

"I'm not a descendant either." Yan Hexiang stared.

Qu Xiaoyun stepped forward and asked with concern: "They haven't told you yet?"

"Hahaha~~"

"go with!"

Yan He gave him a push in detail.

After successfully taking advantage, Qu Xiaoyun explained:

"Our family is a martial arts practitioner, especially my father. He is an old man in the martial arts world. He is a chivalrous man. No matter where my father goes, he is a sensation in the north and south of the river. His lightness skills are world-class. There is a famous name in the world. The old man is called Fly on the grass."

Yan Hexiang was amused after listening: "Good guy, his nickname is like a Snitch."

"Hahaha~~"

Qu Xiaoyun pointed at the ceiling and described: "He went up to the second floor of the theater in one fell swoop."

"sharp."

"That's right, these two somersaulted and went up."

"Why is it all somersaults?" Yan Hexiang asked in surprise.

"Whoa!"

Qu Xiaoyun explained with drooping eyebrows, "He's sure to stumble as soon as he walks!"

"Hahaha~~"

Thinking that the king turned out to be bronze, the audience laughed and applauded.

"Hey! The co-authoring kung fu fell out." Yan Hexiang shook his head helplessly.

Qu Xiaoyun went on to brag: "The lightness kung fu is unrivaled, the ten-mile-long river, the old man just passed it, and there is not a single drop of water on his body!"

"It's a bit exaggerated." Yan Hexiang doubted.

"No."

Qu Xiaoyun shook his head, and explained: "The river is frozen in winter, one after another, one after another."

The description was too funny, and the audience was amused again.

"Good guy, no wonder there isn't a single drop of water." Yan Hexiang suddenly realized.

Qu Xiaoyun brought the topic back again: "With this old man, we learn to practice martial arts, isn't this also serving the people!"

"Correct."

"Where's my knife?"

Suddenly, Qu Xiaoyun looked around in surprise.

Startled Yan Hexiang: "What the hell are you suddenly using a knife?"

"Where is my squirt?"

Qu Xiaoyun returned endlessly.

"You're still kidding, you only have a lock pen left now."

Yan Hexiang couldn't stand it any longer, and complained with staring eyes.

"Hahaha~~"

The make-up was too funny, and the up and down were connected, and the audience laughed from ear to ear.

Qu Xiaoyun stared and said: "I hate it, now I have a good temper, if you go back a few years and you are joking with me, I will give you a headshot."

"What, are you playing games? Just tell me, what are you practicing?" Yan Hexiang asked impatiently.

"I can't practice anything at home. There are rules in this business."

"What rules?"

Qu Xiaoyun explained: "You can't pass it on from father to son, you have to send it outside. Are you going to beat your own son?"

"That's true." Yan Hexiang nodded.

Qu Xiaoyun gave an example: "The same is true for learning cross talk, isn't it the same for Da Linzi and Yu Yunting."

"Correct."

Qu Xiaoyun turned his head and said with a smirk: "If you want to learn cross talk, I can't hand it over to you."

"Hahaha~~"

Talking and talking took advantage of it, and the audience laughed out loud when they saw the big head was angry and annoyed.

"Go, I've never heard of it! Don't compare me." Yan He hummed angrily.

Qu Xiaoyun went on to say: "That's what I meant. I also went to study outside. I looked for masters everywhere, and asked each one if they could teach me? The level of teaching me is high. Finally, I found one. This place is called Huling. My old teacher is here."

Yan Hexiang stretched out his hand to stop him: "Wait a minute, I know the place you mentioned, and those who have no achievements in martial arts are all selling zongzi."

Qu Xiaoyun rolled his eyes at him, and explained: "Not all places that sell zongzi sell zongzi. Can all Quyi troupes talk about cross talk?"

"That's right."

Qu Xiaoyun continued: "He is a master outside the world. He used to be a monk. His dharma name is Wei Mi. I just heard that this dharma name is so mysterious. Anyway, we can't explain it."

"Oh."

"Go home, my father is taking me, this is my brother, and that is me, come on baby, come on son." Qu Xiaoyun first pointed to the right, then pointed to Yan Hexiang to the left.

Yan Hexiang's nose was crooked, and he pushed his hand aside: "You gesture over there, don't point at me."

"Hahaha~~"

Qu Xiaoyun narrated the situation at that time: "I was stupid when I entered the door. The old teacher was riding a horse and squatting in the courtyard. It looked like a family, stroking the leaves of the reed."

Yan He filled the picture carefully, doubting: "Is he wrapping it right?"

"Hahaha~~"

Qu Xiaoyun waved his hand and explained: "People who practice martial arts will inevitably have bumps and bumps. Take this leaf and wrap it around your arm and tie it again."

"Oh, it's wrapping the wound together." Yan Hexiang nodded.

"Come to the room, everyone is in the room, sit there, my father said, you sit down, old man, I will stand up and talk, because I have something to ask of you today."

"I want to ask for something." Yan He said in detail.

"The old monk stood up. That's not going to work. If you don't sit down, I won't sit down. Let's all stand up. My father said that now I have my eldest son."

"Go, don't point at me."

Seeing that he played tricks again, Yan He stretched out his hand and knocked his hand off.

"Hahaha~~"

Thinking of taking advantage all the time, the audience laughed from ear to ear.

Qu Xiaoyun imitated the tone and said: "The two dogs are entrusted to you, you can't beat them, and you can't scold them."

Yan Hexiang was very happy after hearing this: "Then stop teaching."

……

(End of this chapter)