Liu Jicheng watched his classmate and his partner go to check their tickets. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, a voice sounded in his ears.

"Hey, big brother, can you buy me some tickets?"

Liu Jicheng turned his head and saw a young man who looked about fourteen or fifteen years old. Beside him was a very beautiful and fashionable girl.

The girl looked young, and there were about ten or twenty people behind them.

"Who are you? I don't know you."

Wan Feng chuckled: "It's no big deal if we don't know each other. Now we know each other, don't we?"

As the young man spoke, he raised his hand, and Liu Jicheng saw something flying towards him. He reached out and caught it in his hand. It was a box of Da Chongjiu.

A box of Da Chongjiu cigarettes without a filter costs 58 cents, which is definitely a high-end cigarette even in the county town, not to mention in the countryside.

This young man is really generous.

"Buy me forty tickets for five dollars, and the pack of cigarettes and the rest of the money are yours. How about that?"

Is there such a thing?

A few tickets were no big deal for Liu Jicheng. He had already bought no less than twenty tickets for his relatives and friends this morning.

But I didn't even get a cigarette, but now I not only have a box of good cigarettes but also have a dollar left.

"No problem, give me the money."

"I have to see the ticket before I can give you the money. What if I give you the money and you run away with it?"

Liu Jicheng agreed when he heard it, luckily he still had three or four dollars on him.

"This show has already begun. I'm afraid it won't work. What will happen next?"

Wan Feng nodded: "Okay."

In Wan Feng's mind, there is no difference between this game and the next one. They are both watching a show, just a matter of being earlier or later.

Liu Jicheng turned and left, and came back with a stack of tickets more than ten minutes later.

"Forty tickets for the next round!"

The ticket is pink with a black frame on it and very few words printed inside: Theater Ticket, Wall Note, Price: 10 cents, Seat Number, Hongya County Pingju Troupe.

This thing is too crudely made, and has no anti-counterfeiting features. If you carve a seal like this out of a carrot, and then find words of the same color and stamp them on it, it will blend in!

Wan Feng took the ticket with a malicious look in his eyes, counted the money, and then took out fifty-four yuan from his pocket and gave it to Liu Jicheng.

"Is it okay for us to look for you this afternoon and tomorrow?"

Liu Jianli patted his chest and said, "No problem. If you look again, just stand here. I will come over when I see you."

"good!"

I have the tickets now, but I have to wait for the next show.

Wan Feng kept two tickets, gave one each to his uncle, aunt, aunt and Jiang Li, and gave the remaining ticket to Zhang Hai.

"Just give it to me, that's all I have."

Zhang Hai didn't expect that in such a short time, Wan Feng had obtained dozens of tickets and started issuing them.

There were about a hundred people who came to Wahou in total, but there were only twenty or thirty people here at Wanfeng. No one knew where the rest had gone. After Zhang Hai distributed the tickets, there were still more than ten tickets left.

Wan Feng put the tickets away and gave them to the people behind him when he met them later.

A play lasts for more than an hour, so we have to wait another hour.

Fortunately, the sun was warm and pleasant today, and there was not a trace of wind, so their wait was not painful at all.

The people behind the depression were drowned in a sea of ​​people, but Yang Hai and Jiang Jun came staggering over.

This lucky guy.

Wan Feng took out two tickets, and the two guys were so excited that their noses were bubbling in the cold weather.

At nine forty, the first show ended.

But Wan Feng had not given away the tickets in his hand, and nine of them were in danger of becoming waste paper.

Isn’t this a huge waste!

"One ticket is 1.5 cents. Anyone want one?" Wan Feng shouted while holding the ticket.

Holy shit! After this shout, a group of people came over and directly drowned Wan Feng.

A few minutes later, Wan Feng emerged from the crowd in a panic.

It's not easy to be a paralyzed scalper. You may be trampled to death.

"Have they all been sold?"

"Sold it."

"You are really amazing. You can sell this." Luan Feng praised sincerely. She was worried that the ninety cents would be thrown away in vain, but she didn't expect that not only was it not thrown away in vain, but she also sold it for one yuan and thirty-five cents.

"Go! Go in."

Luan Feng took Wan Feng's hand and followed the crowd to check their tickets and enter the door. They found their seats according to their seat numbers and sat down.

The club was very noisy, probably because the boiler was burning, but the temperature inside was not cold.

Wan Feng and his friends bought their tickets early, so they sat in the first few rows. If they were in the last row, would they be able to hear clearly what was being sung on the stage?

Wan Feng took out some melon seeds and peanuts from his pocket and put them in Luan Feng's hand.

Luan Feng was pleasantly surprised. She was just thinking that something was missing, and the little man really understood her thoughts.

"You brought this thing with you? You're so nice!"

"I came here with my head propped up on my two stupid legs like you."

"Go away." Luan Fengjiao scolded and started to eat.

The curtain opened, the performance began, and then an old student began to sing sadly, and the noisy sounds in the club disappeared.

Relatively speaking, the only opera Wan Feng could listen to was Huangmei Opera. As for other operas, including the Errenzhuan from Northeast China, they were nothing to him.

I really can't appreciate these operas.

If movies and television had not appeared, Wan Feng might have been a drama fan.

Opera had its place in the era when there were no movies or television, but after the popularization of television, the audience for it was probably only those who truly loved it.

Not many people in later generations would like to watch this stuff.

No one likes to watch its inevitable decline.

Anyway, ever since television was introduced in 1981, Wan Feng has never liked watching plays, no matter what kind of plays.

So don’t be fooled by the fact that Wan Feng looks very focused. In fact, his mind has already somersaulted like Sun Wukong, running away for tens of thousands of miles.

I have to find an excuse not to come tomorrow. Right! I can go to the transport team tomorrow to hire a car, and the day after tomorrow go to the pear room to pick up the equipment. Then I won't have to suffer this anymore.

Luan Feng watched with great interest. After a handful of melon seeds and peanuts became cannon fodder, when she took out Wan Feng's pocket, she found that Wan Feng had fallen asleep!

He actually fell asleep during such an interesting scene!

They all grew up drinking corn porridge, but there is such a big difference in their character!

Luan Feng wanted to wake Wan Feng up, but after thinking it over, she gave up. It was obvious that Wan Feng really didn't like watching the show, and he would feel uncomfortable if she woke him up.

Wan Feng didn't wake up until the show was over.

Sleeping while sitting is actually very uncomfortable. After being woken up by Luan Feng, Wan Feng followed the crowd out of the club in a daze.

On the 16th day of the first lunar month, the supply and marketing cooperative was open, but the supply and marketing cooperative restaurant was not open.

So you have to go home to eat, otherwise you will go hungry.

So, I started walking home.

Wan Feng had decided not to come in the afternoon. He had kept his promise to accompany Luan Feng to the theater, so he couldn't say anything to me.

Besides, if you go home to eat and then walk back, won’t you gain weight and lose weight?

He is not so careless as to take his legs lightly.