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Volume 1, Chapter 164 of Yan Cunzheng: A burst of gongs and drums creates a big drama

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    See the fastest update 164. Zi Baifeng suddenly had a headache. This Yan Laowu, ever since he came to Xiayan Village to be the village mayor, he was not very angry with him. He became the township mayor and asked him to become the village mayor.  He had only been respectful to himself for two days, and now that he was the prince, he began to be sarcastic to himself again.  After looking at Yan Laowu for a few times, Zi Baifeng suddenly understood: "You want to be the mayor of the countryside!" "Of course!" Yan Laowu quickly puffed up his chest and looked at Zi Baifeng expectantly,  I just hope that Zi Baifeng will give him the seal of Xiang Zheng as soon as possible.  "Your performance is not good now." Zi Baifeng shook his head, "I still want to see how you perform." Yan Laowu suddenly smiled brightly and said: "Master Fu, what are your orders?" It's like a bastard.  look.  Yan Da, who was sitting next to him, immediately turned away. His father had become an official fan when he was getting old. It was really disgraceful. However, he turned around and looked back. If his father became a village official, the village official would  Isn¡¯t it your own?  Seeing the two people in Lao Yi Middle School blinking at him, Zi Baifeng rolled his eyes immediately. In fact, Yan Laowu was really the right candidate for Xiangzheng in his mind, because Yan Laowu could carry out the work to the letter.  His own intentions will not fail, and it is really difficult for others to reassure him.  "Let's start your big show first" Zi Baifeng waved his hand, but suddenly felt something was wrong, and quickly asked: "Why do you want to start a big show?" "Spring has come, and our Xiayan Village is different now from before.  "Hey, don't you think it's time for our ancestral temple to be rebuilt?" Old Yan smiled happily, "Dafu also said that now our Xiayan Village is the largest village of the Yan family, so it is natural for us to rebuild the ancestral temple."  " Zi Baifeng always felt that things were not that simple. If he thought about it carefully, did this mean that Yan Dafu knew that he did not have enough authority, so he simply gave Yan Laowu the identity of "Yan clan leader" with both hands?  ??The ancestral temple should be rebuilt, even if it is repaired, it should be done by Yan Village as the main village. Now it has become Xiayan Village, which shows that the focus of the entire Yan family has completely shifted.  "The rich man didn't hit you?" "Then how could he!" Zi Baifeng could only spread his hands and said: "Then do it. Anyway, that's all the family in Xiayan Village has lost, so don't blame me for being poor.  ." Yan Laowu went away happily.  In the early spring weather, the early crops in Xiayan Village are already showing signs of maturity. Seeing that now that the early crops have been harvested, there is still a chance to plant spring crops for the next season. The entire Xiayan Village is actually very busy, but the rebuilding of the ancestral temple is  This kind of thing still aroused everyone's 120% mobility. Every morning, when Zi Baifeng took a boat to Mengcheng, he could also see the villagers in the village busy coming and going.  This morning, before Zi Baifeng got on the boat, he was stopped by Yan Laowu, who was going to the city to find a troupe.  Who would have thought that at night, Yan Laowu would follow Zi Baifeng back again with a sigh.  The harvest in Mengcheng has been so poor in the past two years, how can anyone have spare money for entertainment?  Several teams that were active in Mengcheng before have now dispersed, and have gone back to their respective homes, or have wandered around the world.  "You might as well go to my aunt for help." Zi Baifeng felt that Yan Laowu was looking for someone on a donkey. In this entertainment circle, he must look for people in the circle.  In Zi Baifeng's view, a big show in Xiayan Village can definitely become a cultural event in Jiuyan Township and even Mengcheng. When materials are scarce, it is also a good way to find ways to enrich spiritual life.  At least it can eliminate a lot of negative thoughts.  Thinking of this, Zi Baifeng also took it seriously and took Yan Laowu back to find Honggu Niang. After saying this, Honggu Niang immediately agreed.  Zi Baifeng also made the decision to sponsor Yan Lao for five days. The original three-day show was changed to a seven-day show. Plus the warm-up two days in advance, it took a total of nine days, which was considered a very big event.  .  Zijian was worried that the Red Drum Girl would be running around on her own, so he commandeered Zi Baifeng's koi cloud boat and took the Red Drum Girl all over Mengcheng, looking for fans and theater troupe members. It took him half a month.  A grass-roots team was just set up.  Zi Baifeng took one look at these people and realized that they were really a grassroots team.  The old beggar in a hundred-year-old robe played the erhu, the oily butcher played the sheng, the baby with a runny nose played the suona, the blind man played the drum, the lame man played the board, and the unshaven man played the coloratura and sang in Qingyi, Xiaosheng.  It looks like he could pass for an old student, but the old student's face is full of pockmarks and looks like a painted face.  When the group saw Zi Baifeng, they knelt on the ground in a mess, shouting all kinds of things. Zi Baifeng didn't know how to encourage them for a while.  "Is this okay?" Zi ?Feng asked his father with his lips.  Dad shrugged, he didn¡¯t know if it would work or not. Anyway, his sister chose the rest, so he could only trust them.  After dragging on seven or eight amateur actors, a board was pulled up, the tattered box was opened, and musty-smelling costumes were put on, many of which had holes, and Zi Wu took over the village's costumes.  Several peasant women washed and mended their clothes together, and finally got their costumes ready.  Yan Laowu took the young people from the village and built a stage directly at the entrance of the village. The stage was very elaborate and wide. Obviously Yan Laowu had high hopes for this big show.  After two nights, this morning, the Caotai team started painting facial makeup, babbling and losing their voices for a while, and then began an audition.  The erhu sounded sad and graceful, and he started singing as soon as the play came out. He was born clean and ugly, with every move, every frown, every smile, seventy-two martial arts, various singing styles, flowing clouds and sleeves Zi Baifeng really didn't expect that,  Such a grass-roots team actually has such superb skills. Although the cutscenes are still a bit unskilled and the extras are a bit messy, Zi Baifeng can see a little bit of the meaning.  However, after watching it for a while, Zi Baifeng gradually felt that something was wrong. He pulled his father beside him who was listening intoxicated and asked: "Dad, what is the name of this play?" "This play is called "The Demon"  "The king stole the bride." It was Honggu Niang who answered him.  "The demon king stole the bride?" Zi Baifeng was stunned for a moment, then quickly moved a stool to sit down and watched carefully.  These plays do not have scripts. They rely almost entirely on masters to teach their disciples, and they are passed down orally from generation to generation.  I don¡¯t know how much has changed in this evolution from generation to generation, but the story has remained basically the same. It tells that in a place called Jinjiagou, a demon king appeared and robbed a human woman, and the human woman¡¯s  The story of a husband who goes to the mountains to kill monsters, but is forced to leave his hometown.  After the play was finished, everyone discussed and planned it, and then started to play again. The next one was "Escape".  After a few plays, Zi Baifeng was overwhelmed with emotion. He originally thought that Huagu singing like Jinyang Song was all that was left, but who would have thought that there are still such plays handed down.  After a day of auditions, Zi Baifeng barely left Xiayan Village. The old man who sang the niche said: "My master has nine major plays and sixteen minor operas. I have learned three major operas and seven minor operas." "  What about other plays?" Zi Baifeng asked quickly.  "My senior brother has learned five major plays, but my master has taken the rest to the coffin." When he said this, he sighed.  "What about your senior brother?" Zi Baifeng asked quickly.  "My senior brother has not been back to Mengcheng for decades. Some say he went to Xijing, some say he has died of illness. Alas" "Is there anyone else in Mengcheng who knows other plays?" Zi Baifeng looked at it.  After watching a few plays, I found that two of them were related to the Demon King. I felt itchy but had nowhere to resolve it.  "No, my master was the pillar of the world-famous Zhujia Troupe back then. Later, my master got old and was kicked out by the troupe, so he adopted me and my senior brother. These plays are all passed down by my master.  Yes, no one knows how to do it except my master. "How can there be so many perfect things in this world?  Zi Baifeng could only sigh.  The information about the Demon King is so ancient that it is hard to find, and even the smallest traces are hard to find.  Even if you know it, what can you do?  ??Can I really resist the endless desert of death?  The great drama in Xiayan Village lasted for nine days.  During the preparations, rehearsals and auditions two days ago, many villagers came from all the way to watch the show in ecstasy.  And when the performance officially started, the area from the entrance of Xiayan Village to Jiuyan Town was almost crowded with people. Standing at the back of the crowd and looking at the stage in front, I was afraid that I could only see vague figures, even the lyrics.  Even though they couldn't hear it, these people still refused to leave, clinging to their own places and even holding back their urine.  Zi Baifeng deployed a large number of people to maintain order. When there were more people, scoundrels, libertines and gangsters also came. As long as someone made trouble or took advantage of the crowd to commit petty crimes, we would not tolerate it.  It¡¯s not just the villagers who come to watch the show. Zi Baifeng has the porcelain pieces in his hand, so no matter how deep they hide, he can find them.  Almost all the villagers from Mengcheng came, some came openly and some came secretly.  Almost all the prominent figures in Meng City also came, taking four or five domestic slaves to occupy the space and help with the services.  Even the hostess wore a low-brimmed hat and listened for a day and a half before shaking his head and singing the opera.left.  ¡°But Zi Baifeng never expected that there would be another person coming to this place.  Zi Baifeng hesitated for a long time, whether he should show up and meet this person. The day before the drama was about to end, Zi Baifeng finally made a decision.  When everyone was gathered in front of the stage to listen to the play, Zi Baifeng stood under a tree at the entrance of the village, looked up at the top of the big tree, gently cupped his hands and said, "Since the inspection master is here, why don't you give me some money?"  On the next side, let me show my kindness as a landlord? "It was quiet in the tree, and there seemed to be no one, but Zi Baifeng was out of his mind.
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