"Drum Jing"

On the wrinkled and gray cover, two words were simply written in regular script. The characters were written in traditional Chinese, very thin, powerful, and had a slim and gold style. Liu Yufan saw at a glance that this was written by hand, not the kind of printed version.

The book is not thick, it looks about seven or eight millimeters, and it is very light in your hand. Looking at the book in your hand, Liu Yufan felt a strong sense of history.

Gently open the first page, on the yellowed paper, a line of beautiful fly-headed small calligraphy came into Liu Yufan's eyes. The characters were written in the order from right to left in vertical layout.

"I have been accustomed to drums since I was a child. I have followed the opera troupe for decades and have experienced many experiences in drum music. There are many drum music in various places, but the methods of recording are different, which is very inconvenient. Therefore, I have devoted myself to the folk yardstick method and the oral method of drum music. I wrote a piece of drum scripture, Mo Ting."

The introduction of less than 100 words made Liu Yufan admire him. This is a senior who is truly obsessed with music research. Looking at this book, Liu Yufan seemed to see Mr. Mo Ting diligently writing under the lamp.

"Xiaofan, let me give you this book. The second uncle doesn't understand the score I recorded later. This book was left by a master who taught me to play drums. If you can understand it, just keep it." The second uncle looked at Liu Yufan and said. After these days, Liu Yufan learned it with him and could almost replace him as a stand-alone. This child's extraordinary understanding of playing drums also made the second uncle love it. This book was originally his favorite thing, so he took it out to study it when he was fine. However, he had never learned music scores and did not understand music theory. Except for the common terms used to play drums, he couldn't understand anything else. Now that he discovered Liu Yufan's talent, he had the idea of ​​giving a book.

"This~~Second uncle, this book is your treasure." Liu Yufan wanted to accept it, but he thought it was not suitable and said hesitantly.

"What baby is not baby? I can't understand this book. I put it here like a stack of broken paper, take it and take it!" The second uncle waved his hand as if he didn't care.

Liu Yufan knew that the second uncle didn't want him to feel bad, nor did he point it out. He only remembered the second uncle's cultivation in his heart, and secretly thought that he should not waste the book in his hand. After thanking him, he accepted it.

When he returned home, Liu Yufan read the "Drum Sutra" as if he had obtained a treasure. He flipped it from beginning to end. Liu Yufan counted it and recorded a total of 83 drum scores of all sizes. There were a complete set of large scores and small paragraphs with only a few musical phrases. The way of notation was indeed as mentioned on the first page. It was a form of combining the two methods of Gongzi and the customary notation that were passed down by folk oral. Unfortunately, Liu Yufan only had a little understanding of Gongzi, but was not very in-depth. Therefore, he only knew the general principles of the notation in the "Drum Sutra" but could not read it.

"Oh, I still don't have a rich knowledge of music theory. I would have a book called "Basic Music Theory" in my hand." Liu Yufan closed the book, and couldn't help but remember the bookstore owner when he went to the market before the New Year.

"I don't know if he can get this book." Thinking of this, Liu Yufan really didn't have much confidence. It was just because this place was too remote, and there was a more professional reference book. Not to mention this place, I'm afraid I couldn't find the Xinhua Bookstore in the county town.

"Forget it, I don't think about it anymore, let's talk about it if I have the chance." Liu Yufan knew that this was too urgent, so he put up the "Drum Sutra". During the days before the start of school, he focused most of his energy on familiarizing himself with the drum music jokes. Of course, Liu Yufan never thought about making any name in this regard, but now he can't get to the keyboard and treats drums as a way to exercise his wrists.

After the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, according to rural customs, the year is over. However, for rural areas that mainly farm, there is no work in the fields. Now it is still the "winter" season, and most people stay at home to play cards and watch TV.

However, the merchants on Zhumaying Street were busy one after another.

On that day, Zhao Saner, the owner of Sanwei Bookstore, took the only bus in the town to the city early in the morning and started purchasing goods.

Speaking of which, Zhao Saner's bookstore has been around for some time in Zhumaying Street, almost the same as the first "old third" college entrance examination. It is said that Zhao Saner is also a "cultural person". She did well in school, but because she did not perform well in the college entrance examination, she fell into the list and was unwilling to do the work at home, so she gradually became obsessed with martial arts novels. The family conditions were pretty good, but when her parents saw him like this, they simply let him do it and opened a bookstore for him on the street, renting novels, selling stationery, etc. Not to mention, the business was very prosperous. Students from several schools near Zhumaying and some young people who were idle in society liked to rent books here to read. Read one for one cent. Although the money was not much, they were very busy and their income was pretty good.

At that time, there were no so-called online novels in later generations. Most of the books available for rent were martial arts by Jin Yong, Gu Long and Wen Ruian, as well as romance novels by Qiong Yao. In that era, this was almost the main spiritual food for young people.

Of course, Zhao Saner also bought some reference books, but most of them were just showing off, and many books were not sold for several years.

After taking the car for more than three hours, Zhao Saner finally walked off the car that was crowded like canned sardines. After leaving Haicheng Bus Station, Zhao Saner headed straight to Longfa Wholesale Market. Almost all of his books here are wholesale here.

Jianghai City, an ordinary coastal city in northern China, belongs to the earliest batch of open coastal cities. However, it is just starting out and not developing rapidly. The entire city has only three main roads, and most of the buildings on both sides are low-rise buildings from the 1960s and 1970s.

Longfa Wholesale Market is a large wholesale market covering an area of ​​more than ten acres and more than 1,000 individual business units. It covers clothing, food, hardware, electronic products, cultural supplies and other aspects. It is a veritable large wholesale center.

There were no taxis at this time and the bus was not very convenient. Fortunately, Longfa Wholesale Market is not far from Jianghai Station, and it looks like more than one mile and it doesn’t take long to walk.

The Longfa Wholesale Market is crowded with people, as if it is always like this all year round. There are the shouts of stall owners everywhere, the music played on the recorder, and the discussions people selecting products, which is very lively!

Zhao Saner went straight to a shop called "Parksen Wholesale of Cultural and Sports Products". This is a relatively large wholesale site. It has a two-story and three-bedroom house with a total area of ​​about three to four hundred square meters. It is divided into two large areas. There are various stationery and sports goods on the east side. On the west side, the entire three walls and four rows of large bookshelf are all filled with books. Compared with this, Zhao Saner's bookstore is simply a pediatric department.

There are about seven or eight customers in the store. They don’t look like wholesalers, but just individual customers coming to visit. This is also a common thing. The books here are more complete than those in Xinhua Bookstore, and many people who like to read books will come here to find books.

"How is Boss Li doing in the New Year!" Zhao Saner saw a bald fat man sitting behind the counter holding a book and walked over with a smile.

"Oh, San'er is here, haha, it's good to celebrate the New Year, are you here to purchase goods again?" The fat man put down the "Wesley" in his hand, stood up with a smile, and handed over a "three five" at the same time

"Boss Li is so awesome. He even smokes outside." Zhao Saner smiled and took the cigarette, took out the fire and lit it. He asked beautifully: "Have you bought new goods?"

"Here, there are a lot of new ones over there. By the way, have you read Wesley's books? I've imported a few books, which are definitely good!" The fat boss picked up the book in his hand and shook it.

"Is that right?" Most of the bookstores are old bookworms. When they heard that there were new products, Zhao Saner quickly took over "Wesley" from Fatty Li. After reading only a few pages, she was attracted and called a good book.

"Please choose slowly by yourself. Let me tell me if you have finished picking." Seeing Zhao Saner put down the book with a little unfulfilled interest, Fatty Li said happily.

About half an hour later, Zhao Saner returned to the counter of the fat boss with a stack of books. The latter did not raise his head and pointed to a female salesperson not far away and said, "Pick it up, the old rules, how many sets are needed to tell Honghong."

"Hehe, Dele!" Zhao Saner said, and then said to the female salesman who came over: "Give me three sets of these books, so I can pack them." After saying that, he thought about it and thought of something again. He took out a wrinkled notebook from the old bag, flipped through it, and then said to the fat boss: "By the way, do you have this book here?"

"What book is it?" The fat boss said as he took the notebook from Zhao Saner's hand, looked at the title of the book on it, and muttered.

"Basics of Music Theory"? What kind of book is this? I don't know. If you go there and read it, the reference books are all there." The fat boss pointed to the corner and said.

"Sorry, what book did you say just now?" A voice sounded behind Zhao Saner. When Zhao Saner looked back, she saw that it was a customer in the store. An old man in his sixties was very thin, with white hair and a pair of eyes very vivid. He was wearing a blue Zhongshan outfit that was washed a little white, and his whole body was very clean and neat.

Zhao Saner was a little confused because he didn't know this person, but he still said, "Oh, this book." As he said that, he handed over the notebook in his hand.

"Li Chongguang's "Basics of Music Theory"? This comrade, who wants to buy this book?" asked the old man with white hair with some curiosity.

"Ah, you asked about this book, it was for someone to enter. I have never heard of the name of this book." Zhao Saner said with a smile.

"Oh, that's it." The old man thought for a while, then said, "Wait, it's hard to find this book. I can't find it here. I just happened to have one at home, so I don't need it now. Since someone wants to read it, I'll give it to him."

"Oh, old man, you are such a good person!" After hearing the old man's words, Zhao Saner immediately raised his thumbs up and said.

"Haha, don't dare to take it or not. Wait for me for a while. My house is not far from here, so I'll go back to get it for you." The old man said, turning around and leaving the store.

"You said there is such a person. When I met for the first time, I actually gave this book to someone I had never met before." Looking at the old man's back, Zhao Saner smiled and chatted with the fat boss.

"Oh, you talk about him. This old man is not simple. He is a cultural person. He always comes to me. I heard that he was a professor in a school in Beijing. He was only left here after being persecuted during the Great Revolution. Alas!" The fat boss said with some emotion.

After a while, the old man came back, holding a brown cover book in his hand. When he got closer, Zhao Saner read it carefully, which was the "Basics of Music Theory"

"Hehe, comrade, please help bring this book back and let him study it well. Unexpectedly, there are people who know this book in this place, alas!" The old man sighed for the last time, and he seemed a little lonely.

"Okay, old man, don't worry, I, Guan Bao, bring the book to you, you are such a good person!" Zhao Saner said with a smile.

After hearing Zhao Saner's words, the old man just smiled and shook his head, and slowly walked out of the bookstore with his hands behind his back.

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Chapter completed!