一个人,有一张好嘴,顶不济,也能混个吃喝。嘴好是福气,说的人,听的人,都乐呵。嘴好不要身份,不要文凭,不要官位。庶民百姓,市井闲人,乡间无赖,备不住都能长一张好嘴。我就不行,嘴拙。但我喜欢哨客,像掏药引子一样地寻觅他们。哨客给我讲过一个故事:在老北京南城,有家中药铺叫“西鹤年堂”。这天夜里,有人敲门,要买刀伤药。伙计付了药收了钱,隔小窗口一 A person, a good mouth, the top bad, but also a mix of eating and drinking. Good mouth is a blessing, that people, people who listen, are happy. No mouth, no diploma, no official position. Ordinary people, market idlers, rural rogue, could not prepare can grow a good mouth. I will not do it, mouthless. But I like sentries, looking for them like digging prodigals. Sentry told me a story: in the old Beijing South City, a Chinese medicine shop called This night, someone knocked at the door and bought a knife and wound medicine. The guy paid for the medicine and collected the money, separated by a small window