Master of the city

"No matter where you are, boy."

Uncle Zhou took down the crumpled cigarette from his mouth and threw it on the ground.

"OK, let's have a meal. Let's go to Meng Youcai. I have to eat today's meal! Come on, family, don't cry, come and have dinner! It's not easy for Fanzi to come back. We have to eat this meal well. "

Uncle Zhou shouts and sits back at the table. He picks up his chopsticks, inserts a piece of braised meat into his mouth and chews it as if the meat had been cut off by village head Meng Youcai.

Aunt Zhou was holding her two girls in tears. Listen to what Lao Zhou said, also took the girl to sit at the table. But when I picked up the chopsticks, I couldn't get them out. Now aunt Zhou has no mood to eat.

Zhang Fan looked at the three members of the Zhou family and sighed. After a good meal, Meng Youcai was ruined. Even if I am not afraid of Meng Youcai, I can't eat this meal.

"Xiaoxuan, do you have your lute with you?"

"Well, it's at the door."

Shi Yixuan nodded. Although she was not sure what use it would be to come out with pipa, it was Chinese new year after all. It was good to play a song for Zhang Fan when he was eating, drinking or enjoying the moon.

"Bring it in and play it. But don't play so depressing. "

"Yes."

Shi Yixuan responded very cleverly. Turned to go out, a moment later held a piano box back. She took out her rosewood lute from the piano box.

Speaking of this lute, shuiyuexin still has a lot of resentment. She felt that since Zhang Fan planned to make Shi Yixuan a pillar of the second-line performers. Good guy, you have to prepare one.

Eastern musical instruments are not as casual as Western musical instruments. They can pop up and ring with metal and wood. Oriental musical instruments are very particular about materials.

The most high-grade material for Pipa is red sandalwood, which has the best timbre and the most expensive price. At present, there are few Pipa with the whole piece of red sandalwood. Although there are, they are made of two or three pieces of red sandalwood.

High grade is to use mahogany as backing material. There are many kinds of mahogany, among which the old mahogany with black red color is hard to buy at present. At present, most of the mahogany Pipa available on the market are made of new mahogany with light red color, good timbre and slightly expensive price.

The middle grade is made of rosewood and rosewood, with good timbre and moderate price.

The second grade is made of white wood, with poor timbre and the cheapest price.

Shi Yixuan's former family was not rich. The pipa she used was just a rosewood pipa. Shuiyuexin said to get her something good. As a result, she finished, let people go to the market to purchase, but fell a big eye. The best lute the company's buyers can find is one made of new mahogany. It's hard to satisfy shuiyuexin. So she asked the purchasing staff to continue to look for a Pipa with a whole piece of red sandalwood back.

And the new mahogany Pipa also bought back, said Shi Yixuan is the first to use. However, after Shi Yixuan used it, she felt that the new mahogany one was not as good as her rosewood one. Before she could find the best lute, she could only use it for the time being.

Shi Yixuan held Pipa and sat on the chair beside the table. The slender jade finger first played on the pipa for several times, and a burst of Qingyue music immediately reverberated in the hall.

"Uncle Zhou, aunt Zhou, sister Erya, you don't have to worry about it. Let's leave this little matter to Zhang Fan. He can solve it. Trust me."

After that, a faint smile hung on Shi Yixuan's face, and a melodious and graceful "Pipa language" rang through the whole room with her jade fingers.

Five strings on the wanduanqing, twist wipe between the state of diffuse health.

Shi Yixuan was born very beautiful. When she played pipa, she had a certain classical charm that could not be ignored. Aunt Zhou, who used to be sad, could not help but be attracted by the girl's pipa. The second girl is looking at Shi Yixuan, her eyes are bright. Half a child, troubles come and go quickly. She only has Shi Yixuan and the pipa in her eyes now. It seems that she never knows that her sister who matches the musical instrument can be more beautiful than usual.

Uncle Zhou's cheeks stopped gradually, his brows began to stretch, and his turbid eyes couldn't help looking at Shi Yixuan.

There are many art forms for human beings, but not everyone can appreciate them. For example, the abstract paintings, in the eyes of most people, are just a mess of meaningless lines. But music is not the same. Music is an art that everyone can understand. It can arouse people's resonance most. A good musician can often arouse the listeners' emotion.

Shi Yixuan has already reached this level. The spirits of the three members of the Zhou family relaxed in the sound of her pipa.

Until the last syllable dropped, Shi Yixuan took a long breath, still kept that kind of faint smile and looked at the four people at the table.

On Tuesday, Ya was the first one to recover from the artistic conception of Pipa language, and "Pa Pa Pa" clapped her hands."Brother fan, my sister-in-law is so powerful! This is pipa. I want to learn it, sister-in-law. Can you teach me? After listening to you playing the pipa, I feel that those who play musical instruments at the Spring Festival Gala are all making a fool of themselves. Sister in law, you must teach me! "

Heartless girl, she used to hold Shi Yixuan's arm and began to act coquettishly. She begged Shi Yixuan to accept herself as an apprentice. She also wanted to play such a good tune.

"There will be a chance later. I'm sure I'll teach you. "

Shi Yixuan fondled Erya's head and seemed very happy. Erya's "sister-in-law" really made her feel very useful.

"Fanzi, you are blessed to find such a good girl. The stars are not as beautiful as the stars. "

Aunt Zhou on one side couldn't help praising. In the eyes of the villagers, a girl like Shi Yixuan is just like a fairy.

"Aunt Zhou, don't boast. I'm afraid she doesn't even know her last name. Let's have a good meal. After a while, I'll take care of the man named Meng. Don't worry, I haven't been in Jiangzhou for nothing these years, and I have some friends in the government. It's nothing to deal with him as a village head. Come on, uncle Zhou, let's go for one. "

Zhang Fan said, holding up his glass, he met uncle Zhou. Zhou Shu took a sip, as if he had finally put down his pimple. He put the cup to his mouth again and poured it down.

"OK, you don't talk big since you were a child. Uncle believes you. Meng Youcai, the old bastard, will be dealt with by you!"

With the help of Shi Yixuan, the lunch was finally eaten safely. After lunch, Zhang Fan makes a direct call to Liao silent and asks him to send someone to check the case of Meng Youcai and his three sons.

Of course, this so-called case record does not mean the record you left in the police station after committing the crime. It's about things that have been dealt with in private.

There is no doubt that the world is not as fair as the book says. There are always things that can be settled with money and power. However, as long as the superior has the heart to check, then all these things will be turned out. This is not Meng Youcai's old thing. He dares to offend Zhang Fan, so he should be ready to be turned over. I think I can still be arrogant and domineering. I've done a lot of bad things in the past few years. And it's the kind that nobody cares about.

Zhang Fan didn't carry the Zhou family on his back when he called. Zhangzhou heard the phone, the opposite person said, "I'm going to let the people in the town police station to check." when I look at Zhang Fan's eyes, it's even more different. If I can mobilize the police station in the town, how old is Zhang Fan's friend? It seems that Meng Youcai is really in trouble this time.

After the call, the most important thing in the afternoon, of course, is to go back to clean up the house. However, as soon as Zhang Fan came out of Zhou's yard, a young man ran over in a hurry. Young man, maybe he didn't expect that someone would come out of Zhou's yard suddenly. One of them couldn't hold his feet and hit Zhang Fan directly.

"Ouch!"

Zhang Fan did not expect that someone would rush over so rashly. He was so angry that he ran subconsciously. He directly bounced the boy out and sat down on the loess ground.

"Damn, who's this Brother fan

The young man was sitting on the ground, and his butt hurt. He was just about to complain, but he saw Zhang Fan's face.

"Wocao, brother Fanzi, when did you come back?"

The guy on the ground jumped up and rushed to Zhang Fan. What he couldn't help saying was a bear hug.

"Hello, Hello! Smelly monkey, I tell you, I don't like men! "

When Zhang Fan is recognized, Zhang Fan also recognizes the boy.

His name is Hou Jing. He likes to climb high and jump low since he was a child. His friends call him monkey. Among the children who are a little younger than Zhang Fan, monkey and tuiya have the best relationship. Some people say that they started to talk about friends at a young age. But monkey's elder sister married into the city before. His elder sister Hou Fang is a devil who helps his younger brother and loves him very much. Before Zhang Fan left, he took Hou Jing to study in the city. Zhang Fan didn't expect to meet the little monkey in the village at this time.

"Bah! Brother Fanzi, when did you become the same as those city dwellers? You have a greasy mouth. You like men, but I don't like them. By the way, brother Fanzi, don't interrupt. Really, I haven't said anything serious yet. Uncle and aunt Zhou, take Erya to hide. I just passed by Meng Youcai's house and saw that he was gathering hands and said that he was going to rob Erya. "

On the monkey's face, the joy of seeing Zhang Fan again disappeared, leaving only deep worry.