A plate of bamboo rat meat, basically wiped out under the mouths of Zhao Shandong and Zhao Ziqiao, Zhao Yunfang didn't even touch it, after eating, Zhao Ziqiao licked his lips with a little aftertaste, this thing, as long as it breaks through the psychological barrier, it is actually quite delicious! It is more smooth than chicken, and it is chewy!

Next time, if you can catch a bamboo rat again, you should ask his uncle to make it more spicy, so that it tastes delicious!

Zhao Ziqiao just finished eating a bamboo rat and was thinking about what to do next.

Zhao Shandong, who was eating comfortably, touched his somewhat bulging belly, and asked Zhao Ziqiao: "Ziqiao, the village is singing a puppet show on the big flat tonight, do you want to go and watch it?"

Puppet show, this kind of thing that is almost extinct, basically only has a market in places like the countryside, and the puppet shows that can be sung in places like Zhao Ziqiao basically belong to the dialect version, if you are an outsider, if you want to listen to a strange thing, you will not understand!

"When is there a puppet show?" Zhao Ziqiao also ate a little too much, planning to go over to eliminate it.

Zhao Shandong originally just tried to ask, but he didn't expect Zhao Ziqiao to be interested at all, after all, this thing looks old-fashioned, and the young people now don't look at it at all.

"It's going to start later, if you want to go, let's go together, and when the time comes, just move the stool and go to see it. ”

There is no such thing as a theater in the village, the performers are all open-air performances, and the equipment can keep up, that is, a large truck that can perform, and the equipment can't keep up, as long as the stage is built, it is the venue for the performance, and the audience is from their own homes with chairs and stools to watch, naughty children, climbing trees and riding walls, and some are watching the play.

Hearing that he was going to move the stool, Zhao Ziqiao couldn't help laughing, this ancient operation seems to have to be traced back to the time when the school played open-air movies at night, he carried a stool from home to school, from school to home, now that I think about it, the strength of simply carrying a stool is enough to watch a movie.

"Okay, uncle, you can call me then. Zhao Ziqiao responded, he hadn't done such a thing for a long time, and he was a little nostalgic.

Half an hour later, Zhao Ziqiao was shouted by Zhao Shandong and walked to the village Daping, which used to be a public place for drying rice in the village, and the land was smashed with stones.

Zhao Ziqiao heard his father say that when they were young, the children in the village would practice martial arts with the old people in the village in the morning, of course, this kind of martial arts is not the kind of showmanship performed for the sake of good looks in TV and movies, if you just watch it, you will feel so ugly that you want to cry, but in actual combat, punch and punch people!

At that time, Zhao Ziqiao heard his father say this, and his face was full of disbelief, now it is said on TV that the actual combat of traditional martial arts is not good, what kind of sanda fighting is the king!

was suspected by his own son, of course Zhao Dehua couldn't just forget it, and immediately took out the example of Zhao Ziqiao and his grandfather, saying that his grandfather played a good role with a stick in his left hand back then, and beat people with a stick, and never failed! When he went to do small business in other places before, no one dared to bully him!

Zhao Ziqiao heard his father say this at the time, and he didn't believe it even more, in his eyes, his grandfather was just a man who was not good at expressing emotions, and he liked his children and grandchildren, just like ordinary old people, as for the image of the martial arts master in his father's mouth, Zhao Ziqiao really couldn't think of it.

But later, Zhao Ziqiao also heard his grandmother say the same thing, saying that his grandfather was skilled when he was young, which made Zhao Ziqiao believe what his father said.

But when he asked his dad if he could teach him, his dad directly said that what he learned in his early years had long been looked at, and Zhao Ziqiao didn't give up, so his family could be regarded as a martial arts family, so he had to learn a trick and a half!

Since his father didn't remember, Zhao Ziqiao went to ask his grandfather, and his grandfather replied to him, just like Zhao Dehua, he forgot all those things before!

When he heard this from his grandfather's mouth at that time, Zhao Ziqiao's whole martial arts dream was shattered!

Recalling these, Zhao Ziqiao couldn't help but chuckle, but now he has figured it out, in the past, his grandfather's era, relying on his strength and frightening momentum, he would naturally learn something to defend himself, and when his father was at that time, the situation in society gradually stabilized, and practicing martial arts was just to strengthen the body, and as life got better and better, the days of eating by the body, eating by strength, and eating by fighting and killing are also getting farther and farther away, and the skills at hand, rusty, forgotten, are not impossible!

From his grandfather's generation of practicing family, to his father's young martial arts practice, and finally to Zhao Ziqiao, I just heard from them that the changes in this process can be said to be the best era and the worst era!

No one can stop the wheel of history, the rupture of inheritance, the influence of the social environment, maybe this puppet show will not be able to hold the hands of the last generation of old artists who are in charge of the rope!

Thinking of this, Zhao Ziqiao became slightly sad, some old things, if they can be kept, it will really be an aftertaste, a jar of old wine buried deep in the depths of memory!

But in today's society, many old things and old jobs can't make money to feed people, and it is inevitable that they will dissipate in the long river of history, but if these things that are decided to disappear can slow down the speed of dissipation, then for one or two generations, this happy feeling of memories is absolutely full!

In a moment of thought, the old artists on the stage have already manipulated the puppets on stage, and the scene to be sung today is Wu Song fighting the tiger, a very classic scene.

"Alas, how can this kind of prop be attractive?" Seeing two old artists on the stage carrying a yellow tiger and a puppet wearing black clothes and a small hat, Zhao Ziqiao couldn't help but sigh.

The yellow tiger has a pattern like a stick figure of a primary school student, and the body shape is more simple and straight, and the limbs that can be moved, while the Wu Song puppet is wearing clothes made of cloth and a small hat on his head, but his face is snow-white and shiny, and between the black clothes and hats, it looks a little infiltrating, let alone in this night!

Maybe these two puppets, when they first came out, were carried on stage by these two old artists, and they might get a lot of applause, but now no matter what supermarket they go to, all the toys that can be bought are finer than the puppets in the hands of these two people!

If it weren't for the fact that this puppet show doesn't charge tickets, there is no need to comment on how the props are! Zhao Ziqiao really bought tickets to enter the venue, and saw that the main props were like this bird, and if he didn't scold the organizer for being bloody, he would have spent this unjust money in vain!

With a dialect tune, the story of Wu Song's fight against the tiger is told, and the puppet on the stage also rode on the tiger puppet, and smashed it with a fist and kick, and the story is over.

The applause sounded from the audience, almost reflecting a very realistic and cruel question!

Zhao Ziqiao sighed slightly in his heart, this is a process that some local operas and some special crafts will inevitably go through! Maybe people in the future who want to find these things can only find a few words of pen and ink in the local county annals!

"Eh, why do you just sing and leave?" Suddenly, someone saw that the old artist who had been working stage just now was packing up his boxes and preparing to leave.

"Be content! This is what the Lao Manchu family invited over to celebrate his grandfather's birthday! As soon as the song is sung, the meaning is enough! How much do you think you can listen to? Sing as much as the people give! Besides, even if the Lao Manchu family gives more money, these two people must dare to take it! Singing until the middle of the night, if they really invite something, they will have no place to cry. ”

"Debord, don't be scared, okay? It's the middle of the night, and it's easy to scare people to death!" As soon as the man finished speaking, a middle-aged woman immediately began to speak, with a bit of fear and complaint in her tone.

"Originally, Lao Man invited him to celebrate his grandfather's birthday!" I don't know if the person thought it was scary and funny, or if it was unintentional, so he deliberately pointed this out.

Zhao Ziqiao was also slightly shocked when he heard the person called Debo point out this!

The old man in the village has passed away for many years, and he is really about one hundred and ten years old, and now he talks about his deceased ancestors at night, and his children and grandchildren are specially looking for someone to sing for him, this kind of atmosphere, no matter how you look at it, it looks a little scary!

"That's scary? You won't believe me when I say it before! That's what it's called scary!"

As soon as Debord's words came out, it immediately intensified the strange atmosphere here, but few people were really scared away, and everyone was looking forward to him saying those things.

People are like this, the more afraid of things, the more they want to try and touch!

Zhao Ziqiao also pricked up his ears and listened, although he was a little scared in his heart, he still couldn't help but want to listen.

"At that time, when I was twenty or thirty years old, didn't we have that village committee in our village? Wasn't it haunted before? At that time, I was also young, and I didn't believe in any evil at all, so I went straight there to sleep, and when I slept until midnight, I heard the sound of someone going upstairs in the corridor, and it was quite loud, and I woke me up at that time, and I opened the door with some fire, to see who was playing with me, but as soon as I opened the door, the sound of going upstairs was gone, and I didn't care, so I went back to sleep. When I was about to fall asleep, the sound of going upstairs started again, and it was so loud that I was on fire, and I ran to the stairwell with my clothes on, trying to catch that!"

"But when I ran to the stairwell, there wasn't even a figure upstairs or downstairs, and there was no deliberate movement of anyone stepping on the stairs!"

Hearing this, Zhao Ziqiao swallowed his saliva with some fear in his heart, the building of the village committee is still in the village, but now it has become a dangerous building, when he used to study, he also went to play in it, basically the memory of that building is the long corridor of the black hole, very shady!

The reason why Zhao Ziqiao was scared was because this thing was something he could see and touch!

"At that time, I didn't know how to be afraid!" At that time, I raised my hand and yelled at the corridor, 'Don't let me catch you, hold you, no matter if you are a human or a ghost, Lao Tzu will kill you!', after scolding, I continued to go back to sleep, and slept until dawn, and I never heard any footsteps up the stairs again. ”

"Huh?" Zhao Ziqiao was a little dumbfounded for a while after hearing this twist, didn't he want to tell a ghost story?