Chapter 340 The whole body is full of drama
I heard that the old bun shops usually only sell brunch. Before dawn at five or six o'clock every day, the heat in the bun shop rises. A plate of buns and a bowl of wontons are standard for breakfast.
The slander of wontons is called small stuffing. As the name suggests, it is made of the remaining bun stuffing. It is packed and then a piece of egg.
If you eat it for lunch, first, let’s take the remaining bones and sticks of the broth, and then use the wonton soup and eat it like mutton soup.
Let’s take two plates of freshly served buns, and Lao Ren gave me a bowl of millet porridge. The hot bun filling oil dripped on the porridge, chopsticks and sniffles, and sucked.
Bunzi wonton bone-detached meat and millet porridge is known as the four great kings of the bun shop. It is endless and the combination is ever-changing. No matter how you eat it, the price is only a dozen. That taste, I just want to praise the beauty of socialism.
The important point is that no matter when, the bun shop will always see someone making buns. If not, the rest in the pot may be the refrigerated buns, which Tianjin people don’t eat - what’s the thing?
I can eat the leftover buns I can cook, but your store will give me the rest of your buns, which won’t work!
When Chen Shazi came to him, he was as famous as Goubuli. Although his consumption has been upgraded now and there are still Haagen-Dazs selling at the door, the unrelenting buns still cost 10 yuan and 6 yuan.
The most distinctive thing is the macaque bun and fermented bean curd and bean sprouts. It is paired with thick pumpkin and millet porridge. The signature dish, pepper and shrimp, and the chicken balls are eye-catching.
I have enough food and drink, and I have nothing to do when I am idle. In the afternoon, I have to go to the teahouse and listen to crosstalk. This is the home of folk art.
Nanshi has always been a place where fish and dragons are mixed, walking among alleys and passing by the dilapidated People's Theater. Facing the locked gate, it is hard to imagine that it was the famous Xiatianxian Tea Garden.
Almost all famous Chinese opera actors from the old days performed on stage there. Later, they were converted into the People's Theater, and then they were simply demolished.
When I came to Old China, the theater was not big, and there should be two or three hundred seats. I bought the first two rows of seats and sat in a spacious seat. There was a coffee table between the seats, with a mug with a lid on it, and there was a little ordinary flower tea inside. There was a kettle below the tea table. The ticket price for the front two rows was twenty yuan, and the back was ten yuan, and tea was given.
In the early years, women in the wild sings on stage and showed their color skills to the customers below. Those who had bound feet could not stand for a long time and had to sing on the railings beside the stage, which was very miserable.
If the customers in the audience like it particularly, they will designate a girl to sing a specific paragraph, called "punching", which means "singing".
Today's performance was performed by a folk group called Zhongyou, with six or seven crosstalks and a quick-pitched one. The burden is a bit old, the applause is sparse, and the effect is average.
Hu Hai is an absolute enthusiast. He popularized knowledge while listening and said crosstalk started on the streets. Later, he gradually became a teahouse, and gradually he also had places such as Qiming, Lianxing Bird City and Chenguang, which specialized in crosstalk performances.
After many years of silence due to historical reasons, it was not until the end of the 20th century that crosstalk returned to the small theater. The Friends Crosstalk Group was a private crosstalk group established in that era. The initiator was Yu Baolin and Feng Baohua and other old artists. The group is still there, but the founding members are only Tong Shouben, a teacher from the Northern Qu School, and the rest have returned to that world.
Listening to crosstalk in a small theater is not just about crosstalk. The phenomenon of giving flower baskets is very interesting. At first, I thought these flower baskets were bought by enthusiastic audiences from flower shops to greet the actors, but later I found that this was not the case, because every time the waiter placed them in front of the stage, they always had those ugly plastic flower baskets.
In addition, we should also point out the number of flower baskets given by enthusiastic audiences. To put it bluntly, it is a more tactful form of the audience giving rewards to individual actors. The reward amount is handed over to the front desk waiter, who places the equal amount of flower baskets on the stage and handed over the bounty to the actors after the show ends.
In the early years, a flower basket cost ten yuan, but now it has risen to fifty-one hundred yuan, and it is still a reference from the dance hall. After receiving the flower basket encouragement, the actors will thank them in the form of returning to the venue. Even if there is no flower basket, as long as the audience applauds enthusiastically, the actors will return.
Although it is not very funny, it is the smell that is heard. Deyun Club is now known as the largest male group in Asia, and Lao Guo has made his debut in the C position.
When I walked out to the Drum Tower, there were many interesting small shops on both sides, including clay-knitted people, candy-knitted people, antiques, and traditional paper-cutting. When I met a museum, I actually focused on the sentiment of the Republic of China?
The blue brick and red walls are decorated in a simple way. When you walk here, you feel like you are instantly traveling from real life to the retro style of the Republic of China. It is like a beauty wearing a cheongsam, wearing elegant high heels, telling her lingering tenderness under the dim light.
The more creative ones printed out the chapters in Eileen Chang, and put them in strings, hang them from the ceiling to the ground. When you walk in, you will see a place full of hats. They are all the most popular lace hats worn by beauties during the Republic of China period, and they are arranged in an orderly manner.
The entire wall is full of the most powerful stars in the past. Ruan Lingyu butterfly Lin Huiyin, according to the current aesthetic, it is a bit ugly!
To this day, people in Tianjin still have an almost paranoid love for various literary and artistic performances: going to celebrity teahouses to listen to Peking Opera or crosstalk to the Water Drop Hall to listen to concerts and the Grand Theater to enjoy musicals or symphonies on weekends has become a habit of growing from the inside out.
Yangchun Baixue and Xialiba people, elegant halls and popular markets. This optimistic and open-minded mentality and innate sense of humor are accurately summarized as two words "returning to the joke", which may have originated from the long-term interaction between Western humor in the Concession and Chinese market culture in the Concession since modern times.
People in this city live a happy and harmonious life, tolerating embarrassment with laughter and relieved sorrow with joy.
Maybe the quality of material life is average, maybe the psychological rhythm is not very consistent with the faster modern urban rhythm, but whether in good times or bad times, Tianjin people can find body comfort and soul sustenance in food and literature, and do not accept time and love life.
There is a saying in the folk art circle: If the people in the capital want to prove their ability, they must pass the Jin people's stance or not. If they cannot perform here, it means that their ability is not good. Especially those who speak crosstalk, they will not be able to convince the public if they are not on this acre of three points of land.
I met a scene on the street. A man in his 50s rode his bicycle and got off the bicycle. The red light in front had to wait. After a while, the green light came and he asked for the aisle to the bicycle.
But I don’t know what happened, but my legs were not smooth, and I didn’t get up after several times. The traffic police at the guardhouse behind me joked: Hey, hey, hey, I said, you go home to practice your acrobatics.
Chapter completed!