In the first singing section, Zhang Delin still chose "Will Shake the Mountains and Rivers", which is the most imposing and can mobilize the audience's emotions as the opening.

Performing on such a stage is not suitable for singing the whole section.

The times are developing, and the old style must also develop, and some things must be discarded in the process of development.

Modern society is getting faster and faster, and there is a need for that kind of short and powerful tune.

If the whole play of "Borrowing Zhao Yun" is sung, it will be too redundant and not suitable for performing on such a stage.

The audience came to listen to the play and watched the play, and after paying the money, they had to let the audience see the essence and get the ticket money back.

Let the public like the old style first, and then find a way to carry it forward, so that the audience can know more news about the old style.

With Zhang Delin's order, everyone in the audience was excited, as if they had returned to the battlefield of thousands of troops.

A roar, a singing, like a giant hammer struck everyone's hearts.

"Push away the green-maned horse!"

"Hey!"

"Haojie dares to take the lead!"

"Hey!"

With the roar of the old artists, the whole stage boiled.

"Very Good!" a few foreigners applauded below.

Through the gap, Liu Xingwu and Zhang He stared at the audience through the backstage.

Seeing such a scene, the hearts of the two people also relaxed.

"Worried about not acting well?" Zhang He asked.

"I'm afraid that if these people don't understand, they won't be able to speak well. Liu Xingwu breathed a sigh of relief.

"Human emotions are the same, don't you feel bad if you don't understand it?" Zhang He said with a smile.

Everyone still listens to English songs, but how many people can really understand the lyrics of English songs, all of them are the same, and it is enough to feel the emotions expressed in the songs.

That's exactly what happened with the old tongue.

Dialect rap is not an obstacle to the spread of art, but an obstacle to inheritance.

After singing the song, the audience applauded thunderously.

Out-of-town tourists and foreign tourists are shouting below.

"One more!"

"One more!"

Everyone thought that it would be over after singing a song, and hurriedly shouted, for fear that this group of old artists would step down.

Zhang Delin laughed on stage, so happy, he couldn't help it, and the other old artists were also full of joy.

Zhang Yusheng's heart was full of emotion, it was the first time for him to go on such a stage, although everyone had trained and run in before, and his heart was also a little drumming.

Now it seems that the previous considerations were completely superfluous.

There is a lot to be done in the old way!

"Guys, can we still sing?" Zhang Delin said aloud.

"I can sing!" the crowd echoed in unison.

"Then let's take the furniture and sing another one!" Zhang Delin stood up, grabbed the Yueqin in his hand, and waved his big hand.

"Good!" everyone said in unison.

The audience in the audience was even more boiling.

"One more, one more!" shouted the audience.

"Guys, get ready!" Zhang Delin sat down, looking excited.

The sound of the moon qin suddenly sounded, the sound of erhu, banhu, low hu, bangzi, bell......

Countless voices intertwined.

Zhang Deyun held the jujube wood block in his hand and smashed it on the bench fiercely.

"Bang!"

Zhang Delin suddenly opened his mouth and sang: "The world is a bastard!"

"My ancestors split the earth and the sky!" Zhang Delin sang.

"Hey!" everyone agreed.

"Yin and Yang split into two halves!" Zhang Delin sang.

"My ancestor turned into Lotus Mountain!"

"Hey!" everyone agreed.

"My ancestor blinked, and a bolt of lightning struck the sky!"

"My ancestor snored, and a thunderclap shook the top of the mountain!"

"My ancestor sprinkled a soak of urine, and the Yellow River began to roar!"

"My ancestor was too lonely, so he brought my mother and mud!"

"Pinch a group of dolls full of mountains and rivers...... Mountains and rivers ......"

The last line was sung, and everyone echoed in unison.

Wang Zhong's eyes flashed backstage, and he was also shocked by this scene.

This song is sung about Huashan, and it is the most simple folk legend, and it is sung to everyone's heart.

"Okay, let's do it again!" the audience applauded and shouted.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Several foreigners scrambled to imitate the singing voices of the old artists on the stage, making all kinds of strange movements.

"Guys, let's do another song!" Zhang Delin waved his hand.

The moon piano started, and the song sounded.

As soon as the old artists listen to the tune, they know which one Zhang Delin is going to sing.

This performance, without any rehearsal beforehand, was all performed live.

"Ah......" Zhang Delin shouted loudly.

"Hey!" everyone echoed in unison.

Zhang Delin's voice reached into the sky and resounded throughout the performance hall.

"Fingers open the way and shout and swear!"

"Hey!" everyone agreed, stamping their feet at the same time.

"I'll scold you for being ignorant!"

"Hey!"

"Yesterday King Liang commanded you!"

"Hey!"

"Why don't you listen to it?"

"Hey!"

"It's okay to lose Cangzhou!"

"Hey!"

"Yanzhou Ground Wind Lamp!"

"Hey!"

"Don't look at King Liang's face yet!"

"Hey!"

"Push out the gate and ask for beheading!"

"Hi...... Hey!"

The song "Scolding the Open Road", selected from the old-fashioned script "Collecting the Five Tigers", tells the story of the Sui and Tang Dynasties.

The audience was thrilled by the successive singing, and many people stood up.

This is all about real kung fu, and it is really hard work.

Wang Zhong was very moved in his heart, the old artists really worked hard.

When the old artists sang until four o'clock, the music stopped, and everyone was ready to step down.

The audience stopped working.

"Don't go down, keep singing, come again!"

"One more song, we haven't heard enough yet!"

"Come on!Come on!" a few foreigners also called.

The host looked embarrassed and didn't know what to do.

Wang Zhong immediately walked over and said, "Don't report the curtain, let the old artists continue to sing!"

"Director Wang, isn't this appropriate?" the host was a little embarrassed.

There are other shows in the future, and now let the old man dominate the stage, what do the other actors think?

"My orders, I'll deal with them, you just say. Wang Zhong was firm.

The host had no choice but to walk up, and when he arrived on the stage, he walked into Zhang Delin's ear and said, "Grandpa, the leader said to let you continue singing." ”

"Huh, can we continue to sing?" Zhang Delin looked surprised.

The moderator nodded.

"Okay, let's keep singing!" Zhang Delin directly put the stool on the ground.

I sang for an hour, and I didn't sing enough at all.

Keep singing, just what you want.

Backstage, Zhang He hurriedly walked over and said, "Director Wang, isn't this appropriate?"

"You don't have to care, I'm in charge, I'll add money to you, and I'll double it for you this time, six hundred yuan!" Wang Zhonglang said.

The big deal, the good 300 yuan, directly doubled to 600 yuan, all because of the popularity of the old language.

Wang Zhong is also helpless, the old voice has mobilized the enthusiasm of the audience, if you let it go now, the audience will not do it.

"Director Wang, thank you so much!" Zhang He said gratefully.

He hurriedly stepped aside and apologized to the actors who were going to perform next one by one.

"I'm the representative of the old dialect, I'm really sorry, I'll invite you to dinner when the meeting is over. Zhang He said with a smile, smoke that should be smoked, and say hello when it should be greeted.

Relationships are the most important.

Wang Zhong's order, these actors will not resent Wang Zhong, but they must be unhappy with the old talk.

Why did you steal our show time?

But seeing Zhang He's attitude, the resentment in everyone's hearts disappeared without a trace, and he figured it out in his heart.

They are all performers from Huashan, most of them are young people in their twenties, and they receive salaries.

If you don't go up to sing, you won't go up and sing, just to be idle.

"It's okay, it's okay, I think the old voice sings very well, you just keep singing, we listen to the leader." Everyone laughed.

The veteran artists continued to sing on stage.

Until five o'clock, the artists had dry mouths and walked off the stage.

The audience can't help it if they want to continue listening, and it's not easy for the artists, you have to make people drink saliva.

The old artists got off the stage, and Wang Zhong personally walked up with the microphone.

"Ladies and gentlemen, what we just performed for us is our national intangible cultural heritage of Huayin City, Huayin Laojiao, I have seen everyone's enthusiasm, from tomorrow until the end of the holiday, there will be an old-fashioned performance every day, everyone is welcome to continue watching tomorrow!" Wang Zhong was full of joy in his heart, but he still had to hold back his smile and said calmly.

"Come back tomorrow!" the audience shouted.

Backstage, Zhang He hurriedly brought out a cup of water to the artists, it was not easy.

It's tiring to talk for two hours in a row, not to mention, to sing for two hours in a row.

At the end of the singing, Zhang Delin's voices were almost hoarse, but they still sang hard, to be worthy of the audience and the name of intangible cultural heritage.

You can't lose Huayin in front of outsiders, and you can't lose Chinese people in front of foreigners.

The next day, the performance hall was packed.

If you look closely, there are many others who came yesterday and came again today.

Good guys, amazing.

Wang Zhong was overjoyed, he didn't sit too full yesterday, but today it was directly full, and even the aisle was a small Mazha sitting in the audience.

The tickets were sold out, and the audience who didn't buy tickets for the show was not happy and almost got into a fight at the ticket office.

Wang Zhong temporarily decided to add a bench, and the later people sat on a small bench and sat in the aisle.

If there's no place anymore, there's really no way.

For seven days, the seats were full.

Huayin's reputation as an old man was completely beaten, and even the TV station reported this grand occasion.

What are you doing in Huashan? Climb Huashan, too tired, first come to listen to the old talk, cheer up, climb the mountain at night, climb to the top of the mountain in the morning just to watch the sunrise.

At the end of seven days, the old artists are also tired.

I've never performed like this before, and after seven days of performances, each time for more than an hour, people are tired.

Before leaving, the leaders of the Huashan Administration Bureau personally bid farewell to the old man, welcomed the old man to come again next time, and invited the old artists to create a repertoire about the old man.

The old artists are naturally full of promises.

Creating repertoire is a basic skill, and Zhang Delin has this ability, and he has adapted a lot of modern repertoire in the last century.

When he returned home, Zhang He counted the money, nearly 3,000 yuan, and it was only earned in the past seven days.

Throw away the wages for the old artists, there are still about 1,000 yuan left.