The famous half-male medical scientist Zhou Runqi once said: "Turning your mouth from above and running your legs from below."

Zhang Bei's simple words mean that Li Yanghua can't sleep again tonight.

There are many things happening in Changbai Mountain now. He has bought the rat and rabbit thing and is now studying how to reproduce.

There are more things happening in the wild goose farm, and most of the things pass by him.

It is said that I want to find someone who can be trusted, but handing over the work is also an extremely troublesome thing.

Listening to the busy sound on the other side of the phone, Li Yanghua silently lit a cigarette and looked up at the sky.

Forget it, just be more busy.

If Zhang Bei discovers the management talent of the little head of the family again, he may have to choose another head of the family.

Now he has handled all the trivial matters of this dog thief, and then he can go home until the head of the family handles the prescriptions in the future.

The Li family will still have to take care of the huge Li family in the future!

Time is worthless, just like Xu Fugui's property, which always disappears without realizing it. ("Living")

In a blink of an eye, it was already the next afternoon. Zhang Bei looked at the figures surging outside the Guqushe Gate in front of him and soon discovered his great-grandson.

"Second brother?"

"Oh, great-grandfather, you are here!"

Hearing this title, Li Yanghua, who was yawning behind him, suddenly widened his eyes.

Second brother, great-grandfather?

Why does this generation sound so chaotic?

Zhang Bei didn't know what someone was secretly thinking behind him, so he followed his second brother into the small garden.

"Great-grandfather, you sit down first, I'll call me a master."

"good."

Zhang Bei nodded and his eyes turned around. Basically, everyone sitting here was older.

There were even two elderly people who were already in wheelchairs.

I guess this is already everyone who is willing to prosper the opera with Xiao Hei Fatty.

Not many, but several are national first-class opera actors, and Zhang Bei even saw the intangible cultural heritage inheritors of the Beijing Yun Da Gu.

More than ten minutes later, Zhang Bei drank a pot of tea, and the fat black man hurried over with his group of apprentices.

Based on the principle of elders first, he walked directly to Zhang Bei.

Other famous artists asked their apprentices to entertain first.

"Zhang Batou, you're worried!"

"A small matter, what are your opera clubs going to do?"

"Accepting disciples is just like when I founded the Deyun Ban Club. I first taught a group of people and did it little by little."

"I'm investing in the early stage. They could have hungry with you in that environment back then, but now it's not possible."

"I will bear all the investment in the early stage and set up the Chuanyi Culture Company, allowing my wife to take up 51% of the shares, and all the rest will be given to these famous artists."

Zhang Bei just asked, and the fat man in black explained everything.

It can be seen that he is seven points respectful and three points afraid of Zhang Bei.

Even if he is vengeful, he will be afraid to face Zhang Bei, who directly passes on the entire nine-stream inheritance.

"You can see that you really plan to revive the folk art world. When you have time, go to Changbai Mountain. Your master gave me something, and I will give it to you."

"My master?"

The fat man with black eyes were stunned for a moment, and his questionable eyes made Zhang Bei sigh.

The irritable little old man left too early and it was too strange. This little black fat man didn't know many things at all.

"Some isolated and broken books are basically related to crosstalk, and it is too difficult to repair."

Hearing Zhang Bei's words, the fat man's eyes suddenly lit up.

It is not easy to create a classic crosstalk, even if he only has two or three pieces in his life, he can be called a classic.

Although it is a bit difficult to repair these residual and lonely books, there is still some hope.

When his master came to Changbai Mountain, he collected a lot of broken and lonely books. He knew very well that if he got this thing into the storytelling sect, he would either be thrown into the warehouse.

Or it is a tool for some people to get involved in qualifications. If you want to completely recover and see the light of day again, it is very difficult.

Adhering to the principle that even if it is burned, these bastards cannot take advantage of it, he gave all the big box to Zhang Bei.

Zhang Bei could see the determination of this little black fat man to like crosstalk, and he also believed that if anyone in the world wanted these things to be the most re-looked, it would be him.

"Thank you, Zhang!"

The fat little black man stood up properly and gave Zhang Bei a big gift. This thing was important enough to him to make him take this gift.

Zhang Bei leaned on the chair and nodded: "Go and do it, just come to me if you have any questions."

"Hey, you rest!"

Respect the teacher and respect the truth, this little black fat man can make no mistakes in this regard.

He took Tibetan fox and Li Yanghua in the small garden for half an afternoon, and was then invited by a group of disciples to the audience.

Tomorrow's apprenticeship ceremony is considered to be a formal apprenticeship, and today is the time when these people choose apprentices.

On the stage, a girl walked out in her wife.

The opening of his mouth was a loud singing voice, which made Director Fox sitting beside him lit up his eyes.

He likes opera himself. Although he may not be that professional, it sounds good or not. He can still hear it if he doesn't.

As the singing sounded, the few people sitting beside him nodded frequently.

After discussing it quietly, I determined the ownership.

When the girl finished singing, the old lady sitting in a position spoke first.

"I am from the Yang school. The Yang school is not very prosperous nowadays. It is definitely not as easy as the Mei school. I wonder if the girl can learn from me?"

He didn't talk much, but he had already filled the girl with surprises.

"I do, thank you teacher!"

"Hey, I want to thank you, otherwise I would have brought all my belongings into the coffin!"

Hearing this, even Zhang Bei, who had a smile on his face, became a little stiff.

Since ancient times, our country has respected teachers and respected the truth. When did we need to accept disciples as masters to thank them?

The opera industry is probably much more difficult than he thought. Now there are no ones present at the age of fifty.

I'm afraid that the fat man with black eyes also saw this scene that he had today's scene of recruiting disciples.

If the opera is not changed, you will die!

The crosstalk that year was about to disappear. If it weren't for the appearance of the fat man in black, Zhang Bei could do that was to gather the inheritance. Perhaps he would leave it to him when he met a suitable person in the future.

Just like a wood collector, whenever you meet someone who really likes to plant trees and raise trees, you will hand over the inheritance.

Not to mention whether there is a chance to revive, at least there is more hope in the future.

Figures passed one after another on the stage, and different singing styles also made Director Fox’s ears feast.

Until the last student finished singing, an old man sitting in the corner stood up tremblingly.
Chapter completed!