We should arm people with scientific theories, guide people with correct public opinion, mold people with noble spirits, inspire people with excellent works, train socialist citizens with ideals, education, and discipline, improve the ideological and moral quality and scientific and cultural quality of the whole nation, and unite and mobilize the people of all nationalities to build our country into a prosperous, strong, democratic, and civilized modern socialist country.

This is the basic national policy.

With the goal of improving the quality of peasants, striving for a well-off life, and building a new socialist countryside, the activities of creating civilized villages and towns were carried out, and the theatrical evening in Shuanghe Town was held on the basis of this.

The building of material civilization and spiritual civilization should be carried out at the same time, and cultural activities are the most important thing, and Lu Changdong regarded this as also very important.

Shuanghe Town is located at the foot of Huashan Mountain, and the farming land is not as good as the plain area, and most of them plant some pepper trees on the hillside to make a living.

The material life of the masses of the people is also relatively scarce, and they need all kinds of interesting things to meet their daily life.

The theatrical evening can unite the masses and build spiritual civilization, and it will be held once in a while.

Individuals can also take the initiative to apply for programs in various villages, and those who come will not refuse, as long as they are not too unbearable, they can go on stage.

Zhang He and Liu Xingwu rushed over from Hugou Village with a rack cart with some props, including a half-human-tall model of Huashan made of paper.

In a sitcom, everyone must have props, and it is very difficult for old artists to perform out of thin air.

This is not to say cross talk, what can be expressed through words and actions, and there is a big difference between the two.

The profession of the old artists is still singing.

"Lao Zhang, you're here, what are you going to sing to us at night?" the villager who knew Zhang Delin greeted him and took the initiative to ask.

Every time there is a theatrical evening, the Delin class of Hugou Village is indispensable, and its status in Shuanghe Town is very high, and the people in the town know it.

Except for the town of Twin Rivers, there are very few people who know about it anywhere else.

"Perform something new for us tonight!" Zhang Delin said with a smile, holding the Yueqin in his hand, full of interest.

Unlike other old people, he has a sense of aggressiveness, if he is alone, he will not hesitate to follow Liu Xingwu.

Zhang Delin's heart also hopes that the old style can be carried forward, only in this way can the Delin class become popular, and the old style can continue to extinction.

Zhang Deyun took the bench off the cart and held a piece of jujube wood in his hand, which was his own musical instrument.

The action of striking the stool originated from the ancient Cao Yun, when the boatman would beat with the oars when pulling the slope, and now after walking on the stage, it has gradually evolved into the stool and jujube wood blocks.

The jujube wood block in Zhang Deyun's hand also has a very long history, and it has been passed down for a long time, and he is not the first to control it.

"Then I'll wait and see. The villagers laughed.

Zhang He and Liu Xingwu pushed the cart to the back of the stage, and the old people on it were all in their hands.

"Xiao He, Lord Delin, a few of you are here, let's pick up and prepare for the rehearsal. A middle-aged man walked over, wearing a leather jacket, which was more dazzling in the crowd.

Wang Gaowei, the head of the Shuanghe Town Cultural Station, must have him come forward in the town's cultural activities.

However, Zhao Yun, who came with her, did not have a good face for the stationmaster of this cultural station.

The game hall in the town is managed by the cultural station, and if it weren't for this game hall, Zhang Chuan would not have run to the town all day long.

For such cadres, Zhao Yun was not enthusiastic.

Zhang He hurriedly took out a cigarette and handed it over, and said with a smile: "Stationmaster Wang, it's hard tonight." ”

"What's so hard, let's play together, you also work hard. Wang Gaowei smiled and took the cigarette in his hand.

This is the cigarette handed by Boss Zhang, which is much better than the cigarette he smokes on weekdays.

Zhang He took out a lighter to help Wang Gaowei light it, and the head of the cultural station smiled and said: "Mayor Lu said that the whole town is united in their hearts and minds to fully support Delin class, and it is necessary to win the intangible cultural heritage and strive for the honor of Shuanghe Town, I think you are very hopeful." ”

"Stationmaster Wang, today is also our first attempt, and we don't know what the result is. Liu Xingwu responded, although his mouth was modest, his tone was full of confidence.

Liu Xingwu trained with De Linban, and he believed in his heart that this performance was foolproof.

"That's good, okay, the rehearsal is about to start, you don't have to go up to perform, you don't have so much time, I also know your strength, just try the sound, the party starts on time at eight o'clock, I'll go and get busy first." Wang Gaowei advised.

When Wang Gaowei left, everyone waited quietly according to the instructions of the staff here.

Liu Xingwu's face was full of excitement, overflowing with words, and his fists were clenched together.

"Grandpa, tonight is the time for us to raise our eyebrows, let's take care of it, and let them see what the old style is really good-looking!" Liu Xingwu cheered up the old people.

"Okay, let's have a good time together. Zhang Delin laughed heartily.

Zhang Delu holds the bell in one hand and the bell in the other, and when the performance begins, he needs to sit on the ground, knock the bell with one hand and the bell with the other.

Zhang Demin held a horn in his hand, and he was going to stand inside and be responsible for blowing the horn.

Zhang Deyun sat on the stool, his expression calm, and he couldn't see what was going on in his heart.

Liu Xingwu didn't say anything to review before the performance, this group of old artists has decades of performance experience, and they are older than him, so there is no need to say this.

The old artists have all practiced in private, and their performance on stage can only be watched on the scene.

The rehearsal ended soon, and it was up to Zhang He and Liu Xingwu to place props on it.

As soon as eight o'clock arrived, the audience was already crowded under the stage.

There are also a lot of people in Shuanghe Town, and everyone is crowded here to watch the party.

The old people and children are in the front row, the young people are in the back row, and the actors are in the background.

"Next, I announce that this theatrical gala in our Shuanghe Town has officially begun. Lu Changdong delivered a speech, and after the last sentence, the audience burst into warm applause.

The first show, singing and dancing.

The second program, singing.

The third program, sketch.

The sketch was prepared by a few young people in the village, and it was not bad, causing bursts of laughter.

After the sketch ended, the host walked on the stage, and after a few transitional sentences, he directly began to announce the curtain.

"Please enjoy the program brought by the Delin class of Hugou Village, the old-fashioned sitcom "Splitting the Mountain to Save the Mother". ”

The hostess from the town who didn't know where to call her, wearing makeup that would scare people to death in the middle of the night, had a sharp voice with a rich socialist broadcast tone.

The voice fell, the host left the stage, the lights became dim, and the old artists appeared.

Zhang He and Liu Xingwu hurriedly placed the props on the stage, which caused a heated discussion among the audience.

"Isn't the old guy playing shadow puppetry, why is there no shadow puppet here?"

"It's very neat, and it's a prop!"

"What are you trying to do?"

The people of Twin Rivers chattered.

In the past, everyone had seen the old performance, the curtain was put up, the artists played and sang behind the curtain, everyone could only see the shadow puppet dance on the curtain, this time there was no curtain, what kind of melodrama was made, which immediately aroused everyone's curiosity.

Lu Changdong and Wang Gaowei sat below, staring intently at the stage, looking forward to it.

This is personally run by the comrades of the county cultural bureau, which represents professionalism and may be able to bring surprises to everyone.

The artists were in place, the props were neatly placed, and Zhang He and Liu Xingwu hurriedly ran down.

At this time, the audience didn't know who suddenly shouted.

"This has to be a performance of splitting the mountain to save the mother, you have made Huashan not tall, is this a split?"

Laughter ensued.

Zhang He's faces suddenly changed greatly.

The two stood on the side of the stage, looking at the stage.

The paper Huashan is indeed no one tall, but this is also a helpless move, I really can't find props, so this paper Huashan still goes to the longevity store to let people do it.

It's too fake, it's really too fake.

"Let's start!" Liu Xingwu gestured.

The crew began to put on the lights, however, the lights hung over the stage, some places were bright, others a little dim.

The stage effect is really poor, but I can only grit my teeth and persevere.

"Uncle Yang Jian's etiquette is misbehaving, and Huashan's mother is pitiful. Agarwood put down the courage to break the sky and ran to Huashan to save his mother. Zhang Delin read the opening poem.

The words are round, but they are very smooth, but the movements are very stiff, and they do not express the spirit of agarwood at all.

Wang Gaowei and Lu Changdong in the audience frowned, which did not match the level of the old voice.

"I am Agarwood, a native of Luozhou, my father Liu Xizi Yanchang, and my mother is the daughter of the Jade Emperor, the Three Holy Mother......" followed by a lengthy character statement, which Zhang Delin read out completely.

It's just that the response from the audience was mediocre, and the audience's mood did not fluctuate in the slightest.

"Say goodbye to your family and leave Luozhou, and go straight to Qindi to enter Tongguan. The heart is as anxious as an arrow from the string, and he wants to go to Huashan to save his mother. A large number of accompaniment sounded, and Zhang Delin sang.

Then Zhang Deyun stood up and read: "The pillow mountain brings the river cloud dragon plate, and the strange stone and dangerous road Ming Feiquan." The cave cliff niche is full of light and green, and it is the first mountain in the world. ”

The last word fell, and Zhang Deyun slammed the jujube wood block in his hand on the stool.

"Bang!"

There was a crunch.

"I am Huashan Lu Zu Daxian. Idle, meditating on the futon, closing your eyes and recuperating, suddenly inspiration moves......" is another lengthy self-description.

"Agarwood is really charitable by nature, he is a great filial man in the world. If the womb cannot save his mother, I will help him through the difficulties. At the foot of the mountain, the clouds are pressed, but wait for the agarwood to come here. Zhang Deyun sang.

His movements were very unnatural, he didn't let go at all, and he was extremely stiff.

There were already some whispers in the audience.

Liu Xingwu and Zhang He both had a layer of fine beads of sweat on their foreheads, which was completely different from the expected effect.

On the stage, the old artists also sensed that something was wrong.

Can a melodrama show be the same as an old one?

Although when performing shadow puppetry, everyone will also play roles behind the scenes, but at this moment it is in front of the scenes.

"What is this?

Offstage, a man suddenly stood up and shouted loudly.