On the second day of the first lunar month, there was a crowd of people in the Fan Building, and Zhang and everyone not only had to prepare for performances, but also had to arrange many big and small things.

This was something Gan Qi didn't expect, it turned out that Zhang Shuyi, an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl, turned out to be the real person in charge of this Fan Lou.

This girl is not simple, Gan Qi thought.

In fact, today's Fan Lou is not a high-end poetry club, the real high-end poetry meeting is the night of the Yuan Eve, so how many literati today and in the future are mostly rich people who usually cheer in Fan Lou.

To say that the place of Fan Lou is also a real place where the elegant and the vulgar gather, and those who can't make poems, listen to music and books in the front building, watch dances and watch plays left and right, which is much better than ordinary places. When the literati come here, most of them will go over the front building, live in the elegant garden, and go to the back building.

Zhang didn't show up, but arranged all this behind the scenes.

Today's Fan Lou is like a Spring Festival temple fair.

So Gan Qi specially brought Gan Ba, Zhou Tong, and Di Yong together to catch the "temple fair", and there were more than a dozen brothers from Ganjia Village next to them, sitting at two round tables, and taking them to see the world together.

In the hall, there are more and more guests, and the hall in the front building of Fan Lou is several times larger than that of the back building.

There are more and more guests, and there is a lot of noise.

At the table in front of the head, several young men pushed the cups and changed the lamps loudly left and right, almost covering the sound of the singers in front of the head.

Even so, no one said anything, but from time to time there were still people carrying the wine glasses of the young men walking up, respectfully saluting, toasting a few glasses, and then laughing a few words, returning to their tables.

The identity of the rich second generation and the second generation of officials has existed since ancient times, but it is not derogatory. Because there are many rich second-generation officials, they are also extremely good, such as Wang Anshi and Sima Guang, both of whom are second-generation officials, but Wang Anshi's father's official is much younger than Sima Guang, and Sima Guang's father served as the deputy envoy of the Third Division. Su Shi Su Zhe, then he can be regarded as a rich second generation.

And the people at the table in front of the head today, nine times out of ten, are the second generation of officials in Bianliang City, but between the words, the vulgarity is tight, in front of the public, they drink wine, shout loudly, and the sound of playing the piano and singing is overshadowed, and others dare not stop it, this is obviously not the kind of real scholar, so these people will not usually appear in those literati poetry clubs.

At this time, an old mother walked out slowly, first saluted, and then spoke: "Ladies and gentlemen, Fan Lou specially invited the opera troupe that has been popular in Bianliang recently, and the first thing to sing is "Liang Zhu", and there is a "Dou E's Injustice" that has never been sung before. ”

As soon as these words came out, the audience responded enthusiastically, and some people already shouted loudly: "Okay, come out and sing quickly, then I can watch "Liang Zhu" once, it is completely different from other plays, it is really a good play." ”

The old mother smiled, saluted left and right, and said: "Since you officials want to see it so much, please don't make noise later, so as not to sing the words in your ears, and thank you again." ”

The old mother's words are naturally a reminder to some people, but she doesn't dare to say it openly, so she can only remind them like this.

It seems that some people know that the old mother is reminding herself, and she gets up and says: "Let's start quickly, where is there so much nonsense." ”

The old mother's smile immediately became embarrassed, she nodded and bowed repeatedly, and said: "Song Gongzi will wait for a while, Song Gongzi will wait for a while, and the slave family will arrange it." ”

Gan Qi really noticed the person at the table in front of him at this time, and the old mother reacted like this, which shows that the identity of Song Gongzi is really not simple. Gan Qi also found that beside Song Gongzi, there was a table of men with swords, these men were not the identity of the guards from the clothes, but they looked like characters in the rivers and lakes, and their faces were quite vicious.

This made Gan Qi a little surprised, it stands to reason that with the identity of the second generation of officials, where will he deal with the gangsters?

After looking at it for a while, Gan Qi found that Song Gongzi was not the main seat, but a companion, and there was a person sitting on the main seat, dressed in brocade robes, and carrying a cup of heavy drinking.

At this time, the stage props have been arranged, and the music is together, and Liang Zhu is staged. The noise in the field immediately became much smaller.

It's just that the people at the table in front of the head, the play is to be watched, and the words in the mouth are also to be said, and when it's time to push the cup and change the lamp, they don't care about anything else. Maybe it's because they're sitting at the front, so they don't hear the question clearly.

Gan Ba looked at Gan Qi and said, "Big brother, the drama has begun, these people can't help but be silent, wait for me to talk to them." ”

Gan Qi raised his hand to stop him: "No need, when you have to look in, it will naturally not be noisy." ”

Everyone in the audience was watching the play seriously, and after a while, the voices of the people at the table in front of the head really lowered, this Liang Zhu was really charming.

But after a while, something strange happened again.

I saw that the man in brocade on the main seat of the table in front of his head suddenly stood up, walked directly to the bottom of the stage, and after watching a few times, he suddenly raised his hand and pointed to Li Yisleeve, who was singing, and said loudly: "Are you Li Yisleeve?" You are Li Yisleeve. ”

saw that Song Gongzi also hurriedly got up and followed, and asked, "Brother Dezhang, what's wrong?" Do you know that Liang Shanbo? ”

In such a scene, Li Yisleeve on the stage stopped singing, and he looked left and right in embarrassment, not knowing what to do, and the whole play stopped.

The Brother Dezhang seemed to have anger on his face, and replied: "I know, how can I not know, isn't this the top brand of Yuxian Tower, Li Yisleeve?" In front of the head in that fairy building, she also ignored me, saying that my words were too bad, in a blink of an eye, she came here to show her face, I thought she was what Bingqing jade was clean, the original way is also a, I heard that which fool spent more than 10,000 yuan to redeem her, and now I'm afraid I won't sell her again? ”

Song Gongzi nodded and said with a smile: "Oh, the original way is like this, the women in the Qinglou are just rags, they are all rags after all, Brother Dezhang doesn't have to worry too much." ”

Li Yisleeve on the stage looked at the crowd, and hurriedly replied: "Master Wen, can you talk about it later, and wait for the slave family to finish singing this play, okay?" ”

Li Yisleeve was almost begging, but this Wen Dezhang was still unrelenting, raised his hand and pointed at her and said: "You come down for me, who is your master now, find him, the master wants to buy you, you originally pretended to be ice and jade in front of the master, and the master bought you back this time, so that you know how powerful." ”

When Song Gongzi heard this, his eyes turned, and he hurriedly said, "Brother Dezhang, do you want this woman?" The little brother bought it and gave it to you. ”

Wen Dezhang nodded and said, "Cunren, tell your subordinates to go up and pull her down for me." ”

Obviously, Song Gongzi's name is Song Cunren, and when he heard this, he had already waved his hand to the side table.

A dozen or so charlatans with swords got up and were about to go to the stage.

At this time, the old mother rushed over and said: "Song Gongzi, Wen Gongzi, for the sake of the slave family's face, can there be anything out of Fanlou?" The slave family is doing business here, and they are all face-to-face people, and the Yaxing that has disturbed everyone is somewhat unbeautiful, and the two sons are more than a little worried. ”

But he saw Song Cunren raise his hand and waved, and said: "What kind of face, in this Bianliang City, there can still be someone who has more face than Brother Dezhang." Brother Dezhang has taken a fancy to this woman, you quickly go and find the owner of this troupe, and the rags that you want to sell a few times are not worth a few dollars. ”