In the city of the Daimyo Mansion in Beijing, outside the Shunyu Gate, the largest restaurant on the West Street is "Zuixian Building", with more than 200 rooms upstairs and downstairs, which was originally the largest tile in the Daimyo Mansion. It's just that because the Jin people went south, the dignitaries and nobles, the rich and powerful went south, and the natural and man-made disasters such as fires have long lost the original scenery.

Now, this ownerless "Drunken Immortal Building" has been requisitioned by the government as the office yamen of the Xuanhua Division. The house is also divided in half from the middle, and half is printed and published here by newspapers. The other half hung up the sign of "Chinese Drama Society", where the drama club rehearsed and officially performed.

Early this morning, the door of the "Chinese Drama Society" showed a sign with a repertoire in the evening. The price that can be watched for a penny, even the coolies at the bottom of the ferry, the guys in the restaurant shops, and the little two want to find out.

In front of the stage, rows of stools, from low to high, have obviously been re-renovated, just like the cinema of later generations.

There are no private rooms, private seats, etc., the ticket price is the same, and all people are treated without discrimination. It can be seen that the back rows are all sergeants in the army, but it is unknown whether they want money to buy tickets.

Wang Song walked in with a smile on his face, surrounded by a large group of military and political dignitaries. The sergeants and civilians stood up one after another, cheering and cheering. Everywhere Wang Song passed, there were earth-shattering shouts everywhere.

Wang Song waved his hand frequently and came to the front row to sit down. The public who maintained order comforted the people and sat down, and the scene finally fell silent.

"Those rumor-mongers, how did you investigate?"

The surroundings were quiet, and Wang Song asked Yang Zhenxing softly to Yang Zhenxing, who had just sat down.

Xiang Gong was relieved, more than 30 people were arrested, there were a few idle officials of the Daimyo Mansion, and there were a few Haoqiang outside the city. Most of the rumor-mongers are hired by these people. Now that they have all been arrested and imprisoned, they are waiting for the prime minister to go back and send them out. ”

Wang Song nodded. It seems that his estimate is good, and it is indeed a person with a heart who has nothing to do and adds fuel to the fire.

"As I said before, put all of them in the mine, work hard and reform, and let them know that when they are full, they have to go to exercise."

There is no such thing as a pretending to be a ghost or anything like that, Wang Song directly decided the fate of these people.

Seeing that Wang Song appeared on time and was already sitting in the first row of seats, Hua Xiangrong let out a long breath, waved his hand, and signaled that he was ready to start the performance.

These days, on the contrary, she has been quiet. The gossip about her outside suddenly disappeared without a trace.

She glanced at Wang Song, who was sitting next to her, needless to say, Wang Song helped her solve these troubles.

The stage is hung with two large red silk curtains. As the curtain slowly opened to both sides, the program of the drama club began to perform, and Hua Xiangrong's attention was also attracted to the past.

The performance lasts for an hour and a half, which is the next three hours, with a break in between, where the audience can go to the toilet or relax. The carts selling snacks are pushed around, all of them are nuts and the like, and the tea is free of charge.

The central theme of the performance is the crimes of the Jin people, the suffering of the people, the mediocrity of the court officials, the decay of the officials and the army, and the indomitability of the loyal and righteous army.

In Wang Song's view, the publicity of the show is very strong, and there are some suspicions that it is too political. But the show is not rough at all, the lines, the seriousness of the actors. Although the props are simple, the outfits are authentic.

The first play is called "Two Hundred Days in Taiyuan", which is set against the backdrop of the Jurchen Fanzi surrounding Taiyuan City in the first year of Jingkang. When the curtain started, the Jin soldiers attacked Yizhou for a long time, who knew that Yizhou Zhizhou He Quan, the traitor Wan Yan Shouzhong, and Dong Cai opened the city gate, Wan Yan Zonghan was overjoyed, and went south without stopping

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In the second act, Wang Yu led the army to defend to the death, the Jin soldiers besieged the city, killing countless people around, and Wang Yu and others on the city wall were popular with blood, but they were powerless. The Jin soldiers came to attack the city, but they were defeated and corpses were strewn all over the field. Later, the Jin army broke through Taiyuan City, and the soldiers and civilians of Taiyuan City rose up to resist the war, but none of them survived. Wang Yu was shot dozens of times in his body, and was finally hacked to death by the soldiers, and the city of Taiyuan was burned to ruins.

In the last scene, two elderly couples were talking at night in the snow under Taiyuan City, and their families were killed by the soldiers. The old man was dying, unable to swallow a breath as he spoke, and fell to the ground and died. The old woman cried bitterly on the ground, saying that her children and grandchildren were killed by the soldiers, and her daughter-in-law was also ruined by the soldiers, saying that the soldiers killed all the people in the city, even the beggars did not let go, and the birds and beasts were not as good, and finally the old woman also died by the city wall.

After the play, there was a sobbing sound in the audience, many people and sergeants watching couldn't help but shed tears, and many women took out handkerchiefs to hide their tears and gaffes.

Seeing the reactions of the people below, Hua Xiangrong sighed deeply, this show is a success.

Hua Xiangrong came backstage, and the actors who participated in the show were happily discussing the performance, and when they saw Hua Xiangrong coming in, they all stood up.

"Sister Xiangxiang, you acted very well today, and even the eyes of the prince were red."

Xiangxiang is the actor who plays the old woman, and she is also a friend of Hua Xiangrong from Tokyo City.

"Master Hua, sister thank you very much."

Sun Xiangxiang's gratitude was beyond words. She is over forty years old, and she lives alone in the city of Tokyo. Who knew that Hana wanted to accept a letter that pulled her from Tokyo City here, but it changed everything about her.

She had already asked, these people were the officials of the Xuanfu Division, and like the other officials under the Xuanfu Division, they all had a fixed salary.

It can be said that this directly changed her life and gave her a second half of her life to rely on.

"It's all my own sisters, it doesn't have to be like this."

Hua Xiangrong hurriedly comforted, and then said to the actors next to him: "The next repertoire will start immediately, prepare well, and the instruments will have to keep up when the time comes."

Li Ruoxu sat on the chair, his eyes were slightly red, and he closed his eyes tightly.

The Jin people ravaged the land of Hebei, and the people were scattered and scattered, and he witnessed it with his own eyes. This situation reappeared, and he couldn't help but be filled with righteous indignation.

"It's uncomfortable, Gong Li."

Wang Song said softly: "The state affairs are difficult, the mountains and rivers are broken, and you and I have a long way to go."

Li Ruoxu recovered from his grief, his voice deep and powerful.

"I am willing to follow Xiang Gong, be a pawn in Xiang Gong's army, drive out the Tartars, and restore China, although I will die nine times without regret."

Wang Song also nodded emphatically: "If everyone in my Great Song Dynasty is like this, why are you afraid of these barbarian clans!"

The soldiers in the back rows were all clenched with their fists and their eyes fierce. Many hung their heads and covered their faces, tears falling to the ground.

The next skit is called "The Massacre of Zhaozhou", the Jin soldiers came to the city, and the envoys of the imperial court came and said that they wanted to cede Zhaozhou to the Jin people. Huang Qianshan, the governor of Zhaozhou, quietly opened the city gate and led people to escape.

The soldiers and civilians in the city rebelled, and in the end the whole city was killed, even babies and the elderly.

A group of soldiers entered a house, forced the owner to take out all the gold and silver treasures of the house, and then cut everyone to the ground. In the end, he carried someone's daughter and went out laughing wildly.

A baby woke up from the pile of dead people and cried out. There were corpses all around, the fire was burning, and whether the baby could survive became a concern for everyone present.

At the end of the play, one is on his back

When the returnees returned to the city of Zhaozhou, they found that it had been burned to ruins. He knelt on the ground and cried, and said miserably: "Father, mother, Hun family, son, I want to work hard to earn some silver outside, just to let you live a good life. Who knows how I'm going to live alone. ”

After saying that, the returnees threw all their hard-earned silver into the river, and threw themselves into the river to die.

The massacre in Zhaozhou is a real thing, but it has only been a few months, and most of the people present know it.

Since the soldiers went south, there have been countless things that have slaughtered the city like this, and the Song people have been killed like pigs and dogs, where is there still half a bit of pity.

Once again, everyone in the audience fell into a state of grief, and sobs sounded one after another, and even Li Ruoxu, Guo Yong and others who were watching were sad.

The last scene is the tragic story of the Han Chinese being taken captive, called «Slave».

A group of soldiers entered the village, killed all the old, weak, sick and disabled, shaved all the strong men's heads, chained them to horses, and took them to Yanjing City in the north.

The Han people were all shaved and looked like Fanren, and the word "official" was tattooed on their ears, and then they were dragged to the slave market to be sold.

A fanzi dressed gorgeously with braids asked, "How much money do you have for a slave?"

The officer smiled: "20 slaves for a horse, and then a little lady of the southerners, but the daughter of the southerner prefect!"

In the end, the transaction was made at the price of 30 Nanren slaves plus two Nanren women for one horse, and the officers of the Fan Soldiers got 50 horses at one time, which shows the large number of Nanren slaves.

In the end, two soldiers were eating and drinking in the city, and the soldiers came to report that there was a lack of military rations. The officer rolled his eyes and said loudly: "Aren't there still so many southerners locked up in the camp, just kill them and eat them!"

The people and sergeants in the audience shook their heads and sighed. Some people opened their eyes angrily and gritted their teeth, some sighed and cursed in a low voice, and there was a noise in the theater.

The actors came out together for a curtain call. Below, earth-shattering cheers and cheers rang out.

The cheers and cheers continued, and the actors, who had already retreated to the back, had to come out again, bow and wave to the audience below.

Suddenly, a young soldier sitting in the back stood up, his eyes were red, his indignation was overflowing, he raised his fist and shouted, "Kill Fanzi!" Kill corrupt officials! Avenge the dead folks! ”

Wang Song stood up, facing everyone, his face was solemn, he raised his fist, and roared loudly.

"Kill!"

Seeing Wang Song appear, the atmosphere at the scene became even more enthusiastic, and all the people and soldiers in the audience stood up, clenched their fists together, and shouted with a red face and a thick neck.

After the catharsis, everyone's voices calmed down, Wang Song walked onto the stage and said loudly: "Fellow villagers, sergeants, if they meet Fanzi, we must let them pay for their blood debts!"

"Blood debt and blood payment, blood debt and blood payment!"

The voice below exploded like thunder.

Wang Song waved his fists and sang "Man Jianghong", which attracted an enthusiastic echo from the soldiers below, and then some people also echoed and sang.

"Thirty merits, fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons, don't wait for idleness, the young man's head is white, empty and sad.

…… Zhuang is hungry for Hulu meat, laughing and thirsty for Xiongnu blood. To start from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky. ”

The voice of grief and indignation spread far away, impassioned, earth-shattering, piercing the night and reaching into the sky.