After more than twenty minutes' drive, the car stopped at the entrance of an old alley and under a towering locust tree.

Old does not mean dilapidated or dirty. In fact, this place is much more beautiful than the tall buildings in the city center. Red bricks and green tiles, ancient trees, and vegetation planted on both sides of the road. It looks very neat and clean, full of literary and artistic atmosphere with a sense of age.

Especially now it is the cold winter month, and there is still heavy snow in the sky. Although the plants have withered, white snow replaces red flowers and green leaves, embellishing another fog-like beauty.

This should be the only remaining shanty town in Tianjin. Most of the people living in the opera circle are fan of the opera circle. You sing Peking Opera, I sing drums, you sing crosstalk in the morning, I sing storytelling in the afternoon, and everyone in the neighbors and neighbors who rely on their skills to make a living, but they all enjoy themselves together...

The old house of Zhoushan family is located at the third one left at the entrance of the alley. This is a courtyard house. Originally, the Zhoushan family only owned one of the houses, but later, when the special period ended, Yanagawahara, Ma San and others returned to Tianjin and put down the entire courtyard and lived in it for the master's widow.

Zhou Shan has a son and a daughter. Now his son is no longer alive and has no children left. The daughter's family also lives abroad and has not come back for many years.

Therefore, the courtyard house had already been transferred to Liu Yanghe's name. He either let him live or ask him to help manage the business. In this way, if the Zhou family members return to China one day, they can still have a place to settle down...

Supporting the old man, the four of them got out of the car. The people in Zhou's house had been waiting for a long time. When they saw the old man appear, they hurriedly came over.

"Brother, congratulations."

"Old man, I've congratulated you."

"Yeah, Mr. Liu, you are in good condition today."

"Uncle Liu, you are blessed."

Everyone surrounded Yanagawahara, talked and laughed, and walked towards the yard together.

As soon as I walked to the gate of the yard, another group of colleagues came up to us. The head was a thin old man wearing a black cotton jacket. The old man had a short beard, a gray beard, a little long face, and had some age spots on it. It was said to be age spots, but in fact he had it when he was young.

This thin old man is the crosstalk circle, half of the river, Yanagawahara's hair child, Ma San. Ma San is actually four years older than Yanagawahara, but he still looks very tough and walks with the wind.

"Come here."

"Yeah, here we come. Thank you for your hard work with me!"

After the two old men met, they held their hands tightly together. They didn't say much, and they were both speechless and choked.

Looking back, the two brothers have not met for more than ten years. The last time they met was when Liu La was born.

The two of them retired together 20 years ago. After retirement, one lived in Tianjin and the other lived in Beijing. It was inconvenient to move between each other. They always rely on phone calls during festivals.

The descendants of the two families often gather. Mr. Ma San gave birth to four sons. The youngest is over 40 years old this year, and they are all engaged in the folk art industry.

Liuchuan's principle is to have a son when he is old. He only has Liu Yanghe in his forties, and his baby is like something. It is precisely because of his spoiling that Liu Yanghe cannot inherit his father's business, because the old man always feels that learning art is too hard and he can't bear to let him be tired.

Liu Yanghe's mother passed away very early, and Yanagawahara had to take him with him wherever he performed in his early years. Therefore, he grew up in the background since he was a child, and basically he was held and coaxed by these sons of Ma San every day, so his relationships and feelings are naturally extraordinary...

It took nearly half an hour on the road and delayed for a while at the door, so it was almost 11:50 now.

"Dad, Mr. Liu, it's almost here." Ma San's eldest son looked at his watch, then walked over and whispered to the two old men.

Hearing the reminder that the time was coming, the two of them knew that the auspicious time would not be delayed, so they hurriedly walked towards the main hall of the Siheyuan. Seeing this, the others followed closely behind them.

In the main hall, all the items used were equipped at this time. Red duck and white meat, roasted yellow wine, pig head and ox tail, and these sacrificial objects were placed on the table one by one. Just as the head was an incense burner, behind which was the crosstalk master Zhu Shaowen, "not afraid of poverty" and the tablet of Master Zhou Shan.

The person who presided over the apprenticeship ceremony today was a senior expert in the circle. This person actually had no ability. There was no other reason why he was able to host the ceremony because he was a big generation.

Master Ma San is the representative of the master today, so as soon as he entered the room, he sat on the chair in the middle of the hall.

There were several rows of chairs on both sides of the room. Seeing this, others didn't need to make arrangements. They naturally walked over to take their seats according to seniority and status. There were not enough chairs, and a few half-aged men who were brought to watch the fun by the master had to stand reluctantly at the end.

This senior host, while observing the time, whispered to Yanagawahara what to pay attention to later. When he was almost done, the time finally came.

"Be careful and don't make any mistakes." After instructing the old man with concern, the host put away his smile and began to become serious.

There was a cymbal next to the table where the spirit cards and sacrifices were placed. The host walked over slowly, picked up the small hammer and knocked it lightly three times.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding." After three crisp sounds, the whole room suddenly became quiet, and everyone's eyes were all looking at the host.

"Worship the ancestor." With the host's words, all the people who had just sat down stood up and followed the host to bow and knock on the tablet of "not afraid of poverty". Every time they accept apprentices, they have this process, and they are used to it.

After worshiping the ancestor, today's highlight is coming, Mr. Liu has become the master.

However, before becoming a disciple, the host had to follow the rules left by his ancestors: "The ancestor is here, and now there are descendants who have taken the disciples for three generations. Whether to reward this bowl of rice will be given, please let the ancestors make it clear. If the incense is agreed, it will burn, and if the incense is broken."

As he finished speaking, Ma San picked up three incense sticks from the table and handed them to Yanagawahara.

After Yanagawahara received it, he quickly lit the incense and inserted it into the incense burner. During this process, if the incense is successfully lit, it means that the ancestor has agreed to this matter. But if the incense is broken, it means that the ancestor does not want to reward you with this bowl of rice.

To be honest, this is just a lie, and it can still be a bit of inflatable incense? If it is really not burnt, what does the ancestor think of you? Anyway, the incense seller will definitely have a grudge against you.

Sure enough, this time, like countless times before, the incense immediately rose up as soon as it hit the flame, and it was very strong. Old Master Liu quickly inserted it into the incense burner.

After this step was completed, the host nodded and continued to the next step. He slowly said to everyone: "The ancestor has appeared and has agreed to Yanagawahara's entry. Before entering our school, can you give me some advice or dissatisfaction?"

His words are of the same nature as the one at the wedding. According to normal circumstances, after asking, everyone will definitely have no objection, so they can continue to the next item.

However, what was unexpected was that after the host asked this time, there was a mistake.

I heard his voice as soon as he finished speaking, a sharp voice came from the crowd below: "After you said this, I was really a little confused and wanted to ask, so I'll say a few words for my colleagues. If you can't get there, Mr. Liu, don't forget to be in your heart!"

As soon as the voice appeared, the host was stunned, and Ma San's face also changed color.

The owner of the voice is Jiang Bo, who is a new generation of representative crosstalk actors. He is said to be a new generation, but in fact he must be in his forties or fifties.

This person had a feud with Yanagawa. A few years ago, the old man was a judge of a crosstalk competition. Among the participants at that time, Jiang Bo's pair of apprentices were.

Jiang Bo actually has no ability at all. He just relied on a crosstalk to attend the Spring Festival Gala, and then began to use this crosstalk to perform on stages across the country to fool the audience.

Do you think, how big is China? He plays in several towns every year, and even if he dies, he may not be able to walk half of the map...

The master is at this level, and the apprentice can be better. In addition, Mr. Liu is also outspoken. After watching the performance, he directly gave Jiang Bo's apprentice a bad review, which makes him speak a bad thing. From that day on, even though Jiang Bo has become enemies with the old man, he always makes trouble on various occasions.

But no one really expected that he would dare to make trouble in this situation today. You know, Mr. Liu has already had this situation, which is the last wish before his death. It would be too much for you to disturb him.

In an instant, everyone looked at Jiang Bo with a little disgust.

Jiang Bo is very mentally stubborn and is unmoved. He continued to say, "Appoint a disciple on behalf of the master? You are all having fun today! What, why do you have a scent of incense? You are Zhou Shan's apprentice, and you have become our grandfather's generation. It's a bit too joking. According to your method, then if I scent of incense, I can still be a disciple who is not afraid of being poor. If you all have to kowtow to me? Not suitable? Right?"

After Jiang Bo said that, he spread his hands and sat down again. The faces of several old men were so angry that they were astonished by him. If it weren't for the wife stopping him, Liu Yanghe would have wanted to go up and chase people.

"Not suitable? What's wrong?" However, at this moment, suddenly, one of the people in the crowd answered Jiang Bo's words, which seemed to be trying to speak out for Mr. Liu.

This is a relatively young crosstalk artist. He is about thirty years old, not tall, a little fat, and dark skin. He has a very short hair, and a peach-hearted shape is specially left on the top of his head. The man sat on the last row of chairs and his status does not look very high.

Liu La kept following Mr. Liu to support him. When the sound of the little black fat man sounded, Liu La felt that the movement was very familiar. When he saw this person's face, his sense of familiarity became stronger, but he just couldn't remember who he was.

After hearing the fat black man's back question, Jiang Bo smiled: "What, Master Guo, have you given me advice?" His words were ridiculous.

However, when Liu La heard the three words "Master Guo" and her body was shocked.
Chapter completed!