"Of course, just having talent is not enough. You also have to study hard and practice hard to become an excellent 'poor teacher.'" Lao Liu was wearing a flowered hat and a knotted shirt. The old mat faced the tattered felt.
Long, short bamboo roots paired with rough bowls are quite professional.
"What is Qiong Jiao Xing?" Liu Li was still dressed as when he left Nanjing, but this time he paid attention to blackening his neck with pot ash.
"Still a beggar." Luo Guanzhong naturally understood, but he was also very unhappy because it was impossible for a beggar to wear glasses, so he returned to his chrysanthemum eyes.
The most uncomfortable thing for this person is to gain and lose again. Teacher Luo, who has been accustomed to a clear world, is very unhappy about returning to the state of seeing flowers in the fog again.
Regardless of whether he was happy or not, Lao Liu was happy anyway. After getting rid of his original identity and environment, and picking up the bamboo sticks and broken bowls again, he felt that his soul was free.
"Back in Fengyang, my brother's rations were looted by gangsters, so he had to perform on the streets and beg on the streets to survive. He developed the ability to ask for money." He was so proud that he boasted, not feeling ashamed at all, but feeling proud of it.
"What? You have to learn to beg, so don't you just have to have some skills?" Liu Li's face was full of curiosity, and he was worthy of being his cousin's biggest supporter.
"That's not true. Every profession has knowledge. In our profession, those who are skilled are not necessarily better than those who are not." Lao Liu shook his head and said.
"Really, the lack of arms and legs is the advantage of the poor education industry. They beg more than others." Teacher Luo is one of the authors of "Water Margin", and his understanding of the lower class is actually much better than Lao Liu.
"That's right, I only know 'Master and madam, please have mercy on me, I haven't eaten for three days' every day. What's the technical content of that? In our industry, we call such people 'generals with extended hands'.
You are incompetent, so you only need the least amount of food." Lao Liu looked down on those beggars who didn't like to study technology, and said with an expression that hated iron but not steel:
"I've been reduced to being a beggar, why don't I reflect on it! You have to know that you have to pay attention to a comparative advantage in everything you do, and you have to have a selling point - playing snakes, dogs, hozens, banging boards and bowls, singing poppies, you have to get the upper hand.
One or two, right?"
"Oh." Liu Li said with a sudden look on her face: "It turns out that my cousin likes to raise animals, not for fun, but to study business."
"That's not true. Keeping pets is purely a personal hobby." Lao Liu shook his head and said, "What we mainly study is the art of talking, and we don't need to use animal performances."
"That's right, when Tuantou opened his mouth, it was really overwhelming." What Luo Guanzhong said this time was not ironic. He had heard Lao Liu's Allegro calligraphy in Fengyang. It was really a crowd-pleaser and fascinating.
Therefore, the old Zhu family has the talent to beg for food...
"Cousin, come on!" Wang Liuli cheered.
"Ahem, not today, I don't have anything to do with you." Lao Liu coughed.
"That's such a pity..." Liu Li looked regretful.
"It's okay, I brought it for you." Luo Guanzhong suddenly took out a motherboard. Ever since he knew that Lao Liu was going to pretend to be a beggar and take to the streets, he was looking forward to hearing the allegro writing again.
"You are really smart." Lao Liu rolled his eyes angrily, took the bamboo board and hit it twice, and the feeling of unfamiliarity disappeared. Then he started to fart again and said: "It's not my fault, as long as you bring this pair of boards,
I am traveling around the world penniless."
"It's amazing!" Lao Liu lost himself in Liu Li's praises. He asked them to pick a shop at random and demonstrate it to them.
"Then let's go to this one." Liu Li was afraid that it would be too difficult for him, so he pointed to a blacksmith shop.
"Okay..." Lao Liu thought for a moment, then walked to the door of the store where the fire had just been lit and was about to open, and knocked on the bamboo board.
After passing through the door for a while, the shopkeeper and the waiter were successfully led to the door. However, they held iron pliers and hammers in their hands, as if they were ready to chase them away.
"Masters, don't get angry. Let me tell you some treasures first." Lao Liu took the time to sing:
"Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, Laojun's stove, the fire is coming out. Laojun's stove, the fire is starting, first bow to Laojun and then to you, you are Laojun's great disciple..."
Who in the blacksmith shop had ever heard of this thing? How had anyone ever felt so comfortable holding it? Only then did they realize that their ancestor was Taishang Laojun.
After listening to Lai Bao for a long time, the shopkeeper felt completely comfortable and overjoyed, and quickly said: "Watch and enjoy."
Ask the waiter to bring an iron pot to Lao Liu.
The shoe shop owner on the side was very jealous after hearing this, and took the initiative to say to Lao Liu: "You can also do this for me. If you agree, I will give each of you a pair of shoes."
"Old Patriarch Wang Chan was really lucky. He accepted a disciple named Sun Bin. Mr. Sun Bin walked down the mountain and left his shoes and socks." Lao Liu immediately knocked on the bamboo board, moved to the door of the shoe shop, and sang eloquently:
"Ancestor Sun Bin came down the mountain early. He brought with him several treasures, including an awl, scissors, and a crescent knife. The crescent knife was bright and bright. He cut the bottom first, then the sides, and made a pair of four hinges. The master was really good at his work. He sat on his butt.
Enter the Mazar. Prick it on the left, pull it on the right, and you will make a fortune in this business. If you prick an awl and cross the line, it will not bloom for three to five years..."
"Okay, okay, I accept your good advice." The owner of the shoe shop was also very open-minded. As expected, he asked the waiter to bring the cloth-wrapped shoes and give them to Lao Liu and his group.
The owner of Renhetang Drug Store over there is the richest man in the whole street, how can he lag behind others? He asked Lao Liu to sing a section too.
"Renhetang, an old medicine shop, the boss is like King Zizi. Lord Medicine is sitting on top, and ten famous doctors are lined up on both sides. I will first bow to Queen Medicine, and then I will bow to you. You are Lord Medicine's great disciple..."
"Hahaha!" The drug store owner was really happy. Unlike the two previous ones, he directly asked someone to withdraw a bunch of money and gave it to the beggar...
Lao Liu kept singing like this, making the shop owners along the street very happy. Besides, who is a businessman who doesn't have a comparison mentality?
As a result, several people had to carry the reward in their arms together to get it.
"Tuantou, it's a pity that you don't eat this bowl of rice." Luo Guanzhong praised sincerely, carrying a seven-pound grass carp rewarded by the owner of the aquatic product shop. He always felt that it was a crime for Lao Liu to stop doing folk arts.
"Hey, let's leave a way for others to survive." Lao Liu said proudly: "It's so pitiful that we have become beggars and the industry is involved in the industry."
"My cousin is really awesome." Liu Li's eyes shone and he looked at Lao Liu with admiration: "I want to learn this too."
"Okay, okay, cousin, I have time to teach you later. It will be better if we two beg for food together." Lao Liu said happily.
Just when the group was so excited about the food they got and almost forgot the purpose of coming out, Hu Quan suddenly whispered: "Tuantou, we are being targeted."
"Xiong Qitai's people?" Lao Liu asked in a low voice.
"No, I'm a colleague..." Hu Quan replied nonchalantly.
