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Chen Jian didn't know either, he only entered with Zhang Xuan, and looked up at this still magnificent building, the walls around it were deliberately uneven, obviously already aware of the impact of the echo.

The curtain was lit with candles, tin foil was used to decorate the sides of the stage, and there were some amalgam tin mirrors that were expensive in the fashion.

On the one hand, the theater was maintained by the tax of the city, and on the other hand, it was also financed by the wealthy burghers. It is not only a theater that makes people laugh and sorrow, but also a place to display their political demands and public opinion.

All kinds of props are also taking the real route, some of the small nobles who were once Hou Bo's feudal kingdom could not make a living, they would also lease out the armor, clothes, weapons, utensils and other things handed down from their ancestors, and maintained the last trace of dignity and did not sell it.

Playing drums and flutes or harmonies, draped in leaves or something, with their backs to the crowd as a background.

The air inside is not good, and there are fire hazards everywhere, the theater with so many people is full of open flames, and the smell of all kinds of oil candles burning is a little pungent.

But that doesn't stop the enthusiasm of the burghers, and the few plays that can be enjoyed by both the elegant and the vulgar are a good, slightly moody nightlife. The generally high literacy rate has also contributed to the deepening of this activity.

The crowd gradually fell silent, and by the time the music began, only the sound of the stage remained, and there was a burst of applause from time to time.

The value orientation of this era can be generally seen from the drama: people not only praise the progress of the times and the strength of people, but at the same time, there are some reflections on the declining moral level and mercenary pursuit.

Not only this scene, but the overall style of many dramas at this time is also like this, people have not forgotten the pursuit of truth, goodness and beauty, and many positive characters are real righteous men and gentlemen. Smart, elegant, erudite, kind, mechanical, brave and compassionate, all in one. The more there is a lack of something, the more it is necessary to shape something, quite a spontaneous attitude of being a virtuous gentleman in public opinion, many of which are nostalgic for the story of the unanimous dispute at the beginning of the founding of the People's Republic of China a long time ago, which has set off a moral return of everyone to be a gentleman, and it can also be regarded as a clear stream in the era of crop desire and humanistic supremacy.

Many of the actions and clothes on the stage deliberately retain a wild style, which is generally a retro trend of thought, but there is a history at the beginning of the founding of the Xia Kingdom, and there are many less imaginable stories, which are somewhat boring.

Basically, it's a play that everyone is happy about, and there is no shortage of hilarious satire on mercenary things that make people laugh.

The struggle of the little people, the shamelessness of the bad guys, the struggle of the little guys, the suppression of the bad guys, the oppression through the loopholes of the law, and finally the appearance of virtuous, upright and kind officials to see everything and drive away the bad guys. The little people also succeeded through their own struggles, and after success, they vowed to be a good person with kindness and integrity.

At the end of the curtain, there was a flurry of applause, and people discussed that a good person might be better than a cold law, and praised many of the details.

When I left the theater, the wind was already a little strong, but fortunately, it didn't rain, and the oil-paper umbrella didn't have to be propped up.

When he was about to go back, a half-baked person met Zhang Xuan and Chen Jian by chance, and after chatting a few words, he only said that this time the performance was a great success, and there would be a banquet tomorrow, and many upper-class young people in the city would attend, and asked if the two of them would go.

Zhang Xuan immediately nodded hurriedly, it is still difficult for him to squeeze into this circle, although his family has become rich, it is only a generation, and there are still two generations to go from that kind of circle of family history.

And there will be many people in this kind of circle, and some things in the entire city will be known in advance, communicate with each other, and contact each other's feelings by the way, and occasionally be able to meet the love of a gentleman and a lady.

Jian Chen didn't think much about it, he felt that it was still good to know more people, and it was a dream of many people to be able to blend into that kind of circle, not only in terms of mood and style, but more importantly, in terms of connections.

In the final analysis, they are still stained with the light of their parents, Chen Jian and Zhang Xuan both belong to the edge of this circle, and they may or may not be able to enter.

In the evening of the second day, when it was darker and the wind was getting stronger, he had eaten some food at home so as not to be as indecent as a starving ghost, and changed into his best clothes, and went to the place where he was feasting.

It was a large mansion on the edge of the city, and there were many wagons and horses parked outside, and there were people who were in charge of the horses, and no one came on foot, even if they were near.

Compared with those carriages decorated with Huali, Chen Jian's single horse is a little unacceptable, but the person in charge of watching the horse still has a smile on his face, and the etiquette is moderate, and those who can enter this courtyard are not qualified to be despised by the person who watches the horse.

After entering, I asked for my name, and someone arranged it, a small square table, a futon on the ground, and each knelt on the ground.

Chen Jian was arranged in a very deep position, kneeling down, on the square table in front of him was a pair of silver chopsticks, wine pots and porcelain cups, and all kinds of meals.

After walking around, there are still a lot of people in it who are recognized, but the relationship is not deep, there are men and women, and there are not too many constraints.

There is a gap of two feet between each person, a table for each person, the candlestick is swaying, there is no need to cut the candles, the sky is dark outside the expensive glass window, and the wind occasionally rises like a bird.

After a while, a middle-aged man walked out from behind, and it was the writers of the previous scene, Sun Zhan and Sun Yiyi.

And they all stood up and congratulated.

"Mr. Yoshi's play has been a great success, but I am afraid that it will be circulated in the capital in the near future, and there will be another drama known to the world."

"Mr. Yoshi, sit down."

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After a burst of compliments, he sat in the left seat, and everyone except him was a young man, so there was no need to excuse himself.

Chen Jian looked up, this person was in his thirties, with a smile on his face, and his long hair moved slightly.

Everyone toasted a glass of wine, and Jian Chen also learned something, and in a moment the sound of silk and bamboo gradually rose, and the sound gradually faded, if there was nothing, just to cover up the wind outside.

This is the main banquet, and after the main banquet, there is a small banquet to communicate with each other, but the main banquet needs a protagonist, and the protagonist is naturally the person who sits on the left. The small banquet is much more relaxed, each of them gathers into a small circle to chat and discuss, get to know each other and talk, first ask the parents, parents, and grandparents, and introduce the relationship.

Chen Jian looked around, pondering the discussion of collusion between officials and businessmen or finding someone to support, recalling which of these half-baked people would be useful to him, and he would inevitably have to pull down his face and stammer.

At this time, a somewhat familiar voice sounded by Jian Chen, and when he looked up, he saw that it was Shi Lei, who was fighting with him a few days ago.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this scene of Mr. Yi is really elegant and vulgar. Laymen only look at the laughter and sorrow, but we see that there are many allusions, the rhyme of silk strings, and the combination of rhythm. Today, since I congratulate Mr. Yiyi, we might as well talk about the benefits, and I will throw bricks and lead the jade first. ”

"Mr. Yi is still in this scene, at the beginning of the third section, it uses the conversation between the Marquis of Wei and the important ministers of that year, which was the 237th year of the Huali calendar, when the Marquis of Wei ......"

He said something, and everyone cheered when he finished speaking, and the next person followed, either with hymns or allusions, and commented on the good and bad of it.

Chen Jian was confused, the only thing he could understand was the three words Wei Xihou, of course he didn't know, he had been dead for a hundred and ten years at that time, but just from this nickname, he could see that this guy was not a good bird.

In his previous life, he came up with a set of nickname rules, and he couldn't remember a lot, so he had to make up all kinds of things by himself, anyway, this word is not a good word. Of course, this thing is not allowed to be sometimes specifically designed to disgust people: for example, Zhang Xun, who was restored by the pigtail army in real history, used the same loyalty as Yue Pengju who slashed and killed the Golden Tartar, and I am afraid that it is only for disgusting people.

It's a pity that apart from this nickname, Chen Jian doesn't understand what they say at all, there are always some allusions in the past five hundred years, the problem is that for him, these allusions are blank, and he doesn't understand a lot of praise for silk string drum music.

The young people praised each other, Sun Zhan stroked his beard and smiled, very satisfied, and occasionally said some obscure and rare allusions, Sun Zhan would temporarily say that this young man is well-informed and knowledgeable.

Soon it was Zhang Xuan's turn, Zhang Xuan stood up ignorantly, held back for a long time and only said, "I think...... It's pretty good. ”

After saying these words, the whole hall burst into laughter, and several girls laughed back and forth.

Zhang Xuan's face turned red all of a sudden, his face was like a pig's liver, hot. His family is rich for only one generation, and many things need to be cultivated from an early age, although he studies well, but it is a method such as arithmetic statistics, and he does not spend much time on weekdays to enrich his knowledge, and there is a big joke at this time.

In the laughter of everyone, Sun Zhan, as the host and guest, had no choice but to come out to solve the siege, and said with a smile: "What the young man said is right, those who write dramas are, of course, good-looking." If it's not good-looking, no matter how many allusions and strings are beautiful, it will still fall into ...... after all."

Zhang Xuan sat down with a red face, only wishing that there was a crack in the ground so that he could get in, and glanced at Shi Lei in the distance viciously, feeling remorseful in his heart, he realized that he had to use his fists to beat people?

Shi Lei felt Zhang Xuan's vicious gaze, but he didn't care, this kind of thing had to be done very much. Since then, even if this person mixes into this circle again, everyone will remember the words "this scene is very good" tonight.

He half-held the wine cup and glanced at Jian Chen with a smile, thinking about the few punches he received a few days ago, and then thinking about Jian Chen's stubborn reputation before, he said in his heart that after this incident, it will be difficult for you to save your reputation even if you use all your methods.

In fact, not everyone knows so much, but the theme has been told in advance before the banquet, and someone is responsible for finding some topics, but for those who want to squeeze in outside the circle, everyone will naturally find a way to squeeze out.

The laughter on the table gradually quieted down, and a few more people said some lubricating words, and then some people said some of those stories, and it was gradually Jian Chen's turn.

Chen Jian also understood at this time, and then looked into the distance, several pairs of malicious eyes stared at him, obviously looking forward to seeing his jokes.

And it's a big joke, because "this play is pretty good" has already been preemptively used.

Thinking of this, those people secretly put down their wine glasses, but they were afraid that when they laughed for a while, they would spew out wine mist, and they all looked at Jian Chen after the person on the left side finished speaking.