light boat anecdote

The willow catkins are deep in Yanyu Lane, and the flowers are blooming in Wanhua Building.

If you don't feel ecstasy here, move on a light boat and wet your clothes.

There is a Yanyu Lane in Yangzhou City, and there are all literati and military generals who come to have fun.Most of these people came for Wanhualou, the number one flower building in Yangzhou, but there were also young masters and young masters who liked Longyang. As soon as they entered Yanyu Lane, they went straight to the Qingzhou Pavilion opposite Wanhualou.

The old duck head of the light boat hall is called "Jiao Gongzi". He is born with sword eyebrows, star eyes, red lips and bright teeth. Standing outside the light boat hall is a living sign.When the girls and oirans on the opposite floor saw him, they also put away their usual flattery, but waited shyly like a hibiscus coming out of water.At this time, the old bustard of Wanhualou would always frown, and come to the opposite side with a feather duster, trying to drive away ducks.

The sailor boy in plain clothes stood alone, with the breeze blowing his sleeves, and unfolded a folding fan, half covering the drizzle and half covering his face.

"Are you finished, mother?"

The old bustard took the tea from the servant, moistened his throat, and said in a deep voice, "It's over."

The boatman put away his folding fan, and led the bustard into the light boat hall: "Come in and listen to the book after you finish speaking. I have hired a storyteller here. He is very smart. Come to the private seat on the second floor. Let me call someone." How about the little lady come to wait on you?"

"It's still my son who loves me." The bustard patted Mr. Shao's butt, only to feel that it was tighter than a few days ago, "Have you picked up the guests?"

Mr. Boatman smiled lightly: "How could that be? It's not like you don't know that since you opened this light boat restaurant, the boy has closed the door to thank guests."

"That's a sweetheart."

The young man smiled without saying a word, looking at the beaming storyteller on the stage, he kept talking non-stop, like a tireless starling.After sending the old bustard upstairs, he sat in front of the stage, crossed his legs, knocked on the melon seeds and asked, "Where does this book talk about?"

The judge on the side pursed his lips and said with a smile: "Master laughs."