Chapter 56 is so beautiful

People are iron and rice is steel, and although it is vulgar when it comes to money, it costs money to eat

"Yes. "Mao Weitao nodded" Mao Weitao nodded, "At the beginning, these troupes can usually make money by rehearsing plays in the local area, although there are restrictions, but there is always some extra income, and the existence of the troupe, at that time, was mainly in the role www.biquge.info of condolence performances throughout the country, and it can be regarded as making the best use of things, but now, the major military regions have their own troupes, and the condolence troupes have less to eat. ”

Mao Weitao paused, "Coupled with the temptation of this iron rice bowl, too many people who want to come over to eat and drink together, resulting in a shortage of income, it was okay when prices were not high before, but in recent years, prices have skyrocketed, and the wages of the troupe can no longer support them, so they can only find their own way out." ”

"Isn't it possible to perform? Wang Yao asked suspiciously.

"It's the performance restrictions that have been opened, but are you listening to the play?" Mao Weitao glanced at Wang Yao.

Wang Yao nodded.

Mao Weitao was stunned for a moment, remembering that Wang Yao did listen to the opera, so he changed his words: "Then do all the students in your class listen to the opera? Do you still remember the novel appearance of the students when they saw the Yue Opera performance when they were studying that day?" ”

Wang Yao smiled, thinking that it was true that his classmates didn't know what Yue Opera was, but they only knew that there was a major in the university.

"If no one listens to the play, naturally the actor can't earn ticket money, you must know that listening to the play has to go to the theater. Mao Weitao sighed, "And the troupe is not a grass stage team, so we can't go to all the white things and red things in various places to sing for people." ”

"Well, I remember, it seems that those who sang opera in the past were singing for white things and red things. Wang Yao questioned weakly.

White and red things, that is, funerals and happy events, scenes such as marriage and death, will invite the troupe to sing, and the rich will sing for three days in a row, earning enough face.

But now people do things, all in the big hotel, invite a master of ceremonies in a suit, and invite a few singers, but no one invites the troupe, because people think this thing is very tacky.

Only some counties, villages and towns outside the towns still retain the tradition of inviting opera troupes, and most of them are the kind of grass stage troupes that Mao Weitao said, that is, they don't eat imperial grain to make people's money.

Wang Yaoguan is called a folk artist, which is a folk artist advocated by Mr. Jin Wensheng, and a big troupe like Mao Weitao is a system artist.

Mao Weitao's face changed when he heard Wang Yao's words, and he said in a deep voice, "I'm not saying that there are expensive and cheap professions, but Wang Yao, you have to know which bowl of rice you are eating." ”

Wang Yao listened to Mao Weitao's tone, and his heart trembled.

Yes, they eat official food, so they have to sing it to others.

Wang Yao unconsciously flashed a trace of absurdity in his heart.

"Although the state has not restricted troupe rehearsals recently, there are also regulations and quotas, mainly because no one watches them. Mao Weitao sighed, "Our troupe is not bad, the theater of 1,000 people, the attendance rate can be sixty percent, so we can feed so many people." ”

Although Wang Yao nodded, there was still a strange smile on his face, he counted, there were a total of thirty-two people in the Baihuayue Troupe, thirty women, two men, there were indeed a lot of people.

However, it is still incomparable with the Republic of China drama team with hundreds of people recorded in Wang Yao's mind.

"What kind of expression do you have? Mao Weitao glared at Wang Yao, "What you see is just one of my classes, there are more than 200 people in our group." ”

Wang Yao was stunned, smiled dryly and scratched his head.

"Why do you say that your peers are enemies, because you have to eat. Mao Weitao sighed, "Only if you do the top in this industry, will you have more rewards, although there are fewer condolence performances, but there are still some, the candidates for each condolence performance are selected from each industry, and all the troupes are full of energy, waiting for these opportunities." ”

Wang Yao sat up straight and listened carefully.

"Especially some big scenes, the biggest one is the annual Spring Festival Gala, you know," Mao Weitao said.

Wang Yao nodded.

"Hundreds of troupes across the country are vying for it, and the program team used to be fine, giving a place to several traditional dramas with a wide audience, but with more and more programs, and now the impact of sketch pop music, plus the people don't like to watch singing anymore, the number of places is getting smaller and smaller. Mao Weitao sighed, "You understand." ”

Wang Yao nodded, he originally thought that Li Zhuo was thinking crookedly this time, just for foreign performances, but he didn't expect that in addition to foreign countries, the domestic situation was not optimistic.

"So if you play in the future and become a corner, you must remember that you would rather be a gentleman than a villain. Mao Weitao said solemnly, "Because now they are all villains, like Li Zhuo." ”

"Did he go to the Spring Festival Gala?" asked Wang Yao in surprise.

"It's not a big horn, but I've been there. Mao Weitao said.

"As soon as the Peking Opera is dressed up, the mother doesn't recognize it. Wang Yao said with a smile.

"We haven't been up to Yue Opera yet. Mao Weitao said lightly.

Wang Yao stopped smiling and scratched his face.

"You are still young, and you haven't experienced a lot of things yet, but slowly you will understand, senior sister is grinding you now, so that you can mix smoothly in the future. Mao Weitao said earnestly.

Wang Yao bowed respectfully, "Thank you, senior sister." ”

Mao Weitao smiled, "But you still have to be diligent in practicing, because if you don't have the strength, even if you can be a person, you can't seize the opportunity. ”

"I understand. Wang Yao said with a smile.

Mao Weitao smiled and nodded, "Okay, let's eat, I'll take you to eat another good meal in the evening." ”

Wang Yao smiled and nodded, and when he was about to go out, Wang Yao suddenly asked, "Senior sister, haven't you thought that in the form of the old gentleman's development in the folk in the past, let Yue Opera return to the folk?"

Mao Weitao paused after listening to the footsteps, and shook his head, "It's not that I haven't thought about it, but it's too difficult, at least now, whether it's Yue Opera or Peking Opera, I don't have the confidence to do so, because this is another problem, vulgar and elegant, and the common people haven't figured it out yet." ”

Wang Yao frowned and fell into deep thought.

Until the evening, Mao Weitao specially approved Zheng Jingjing and Mo Ke to take Wang Yao to the most lively street in the capital, and Wang Yao was still thinking about this problem.

Vulgar and elegant.

"Rock Candy~Huluer~~~" The loud shouting in his ears frightened Wang Yaoyi.

Along the way, there is a small cart at the mouth of the alley, on which there is a sugar gourd that is red and shining under the lamp.

Wang Yao is no stranger to this thing, although he grew up in the south, he also knows it.

"Wow, sugar gourd. Mo Ke licked his lips, turned his head to look at Wang Yao, and asked with a smile, "Do you want to taste it?"

Looking at Mo Ke's licked shiny pink lips, Wang Yao swallowed his saliva, and before he nodded, Mo Ke pulled Zheng Jingjing and ran to the cart.

Wang Yao rolled his eyes, now that he finally came into contact with another girl of the same age, the more he came into contact with others, the more Wang Yao felt that Zheng Jingjing was good.

Mo Ke is beautiful, his legs are white, and he speaks well, but he is too lively, and he is pretended to be polite to others in everything he does.

It's not as comfortable as Zheng Jingjing's direct refusal.

Wang Yao sighed and followed.

The one who sells sugar gourds is an old man, wearing an ancient brother hat crookedly, looking very kind, and he is also a mouthful of Beijing films, "What flavor of rock sugar gourd do you eat?"

"I seem to have changed my teeth recently, and I can't eat sour, so grandpa gave me a bunch of pure fruits. Zheng Jingjing also licked the corners of her mouth and said softly.

"Grandpa, I want an original. Mo Kejiao said in a coquettish voice.

"What about you?" the old man looked at Wang Yao with a smile.

"Me. Before Wang Yao could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Mo Ke, "Give him a mix." ”

"Mix-and-match?" the old man was a little confused.

"It's half fruit and half hawthorn. Zheng Jingjing explained.

"It's not good to count money. "The old man was a little embarrassed.

"Then I'll give you two cents more. Mo Ke took out a two-cent piece from his pocket.

"How do you know how much it is?" Wang Yao had some doubtful questions, buying things in the south always asked the price first.

"The sugar gourd in the whole capital is three strings for one dollar. Zheng Jingjing said.

Wang Yao touched his nose and watched the old man lift a lid of the small cart, which was still steaming syrup, and the old man quickly skewered a bunch of rock sugar gourds of apples, oranges and other fruits, and poured sugar on them.

Let's turn it in your hand.

Something magical happened, and Wang Yao's eyes widened.

In the dim orange light, the string of sugar gourds spun rapidly, the syrup was like a spider spinning silk, and countless sugars were thrown out, wrapping the sugar gourds like cotton candy.

took the sugar gourd and licked the sugar on it, and the sweetness transmitted by the taste buds also made Zheng Jingjing's cheeks show a bright and dazzling smile.

"It's so beautiful!" Wang Yao stared at the sugar gourd in Zheng Jingjing's hand with his eyes, and blurted out subconsciously.

Zheng Jingjing, who was still tasting the candy, was stunned after hearing Wang Yao's praise, and became inexplicably shy in her heart, and then her little face turned red all of a sudden, and she glared at Wang Yao in annoyance.

found that Wang Yao was smiling flatteringly and talking to the old man who sold sugar gourds.

Zheng Jingjing snorted coldly, and took a vicious bite of the orange petal, the sugar shreds and the acid of the orange spread in her mouth, but she was unhappy when she ate it.

knew that Wang Yao, an idiot, would not praise her for being beautiful.

Big idiot!