Ten days later, Xia Cheng's wheat has been harvested, and only one thing left is planting beans, Yuan squatted on the ground every day, wishing that he had a hundred arms, helping Xia Cheng people to plant beans quickly, in order to get Chen Jian's answer. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The people of Xiacheng are in a good mood because this year is another bumper year. Last year's heavy snow covered the winter wheat, and there were canals for irrigation during the grain filling period, and the newly cultivated land was the most fertile in the second year, and the average wheat and peas per acre of land could be harvested in a total of one and a half sacks, nearly 300 catties.

The 6,000 mu of wheat and beans in the public field is estimated to have an output of 1.6 million catties, and there are still more than 1 million catties left after removing the grain in Huan'e City.

However, Tao Bei's purchasing power outside the Fang City decreased rapidly after the wheat harvest, but fortunately, Chen Jian controlled the prices of daily necessities such as salt, oil, and farm tools, and the problem of linking currency and grain would be difficult to solve for a while, and the clansmen could not be forced to accept the issued currency after just accepting the grain tokens for half a year.

There were many more things to be done, such as hulling, drying, sifting out the wheat and peas, bundling the straw, and so on, but the busiest and most hopeful harvest was done, and the rest could be taken slowly, and the people finally had a day to spare, and at last there was a day off for the month.

The singing and laughter lasted all day, and each clan had to make some delicious food for sacrifice at night, and at the same time, it could be regarded as a tooth sacrifice for the clansmen who had worked hard for so long.

In the evening, when a group of people were squatting on the streets and alleys of the city with noodles to eat, Yu Qian'er came to tell them the news, saying that there was an event in Shangchengyi tonight, and everyone went to Ji Xiaxinxiu's sports field to watch a play.

As soon as they heard that there was a bustle, the sound of snoring and swallowing noodles actually covered the rushing waves of the grass river, and after eating, these people remembered something, so they asked, "So, what is a play?" ”

Yu Qian'er said in her heart that I don't know, and my brother didn't seem to understand much after explaining for a long time, so I could only draw a gourd and say: "Drama is a dream that can be seen by others." ”

When people heard it, they were immediately interested, when they lived in the cave tribes, cultural life was scarce, and sharing dreams was also a rare entertainment activity, and some people even made up tricks every day to say what dreams they had, and sometimes there were more people who listened, and they heard that there was a problem, and they would ask: "Hey, didn't you have this dream a few days ago?" ”

The face of the person who was exposed was not red, and he said calmly: "You still don't believe it when you say it, I did it again......"

This lack of entertainment did not improve until Jian Chen got some disabled people to tell stories, and people stopped listening to dreams of how much meat they ate or how big a sheep they were, and turned to myths and stories that sounded beyond their imagination.

"What Ji Xia made up must be interesting."

Almost everyone thinks the same way, grabs a handful of fried beans or fried noodles and runs to the sports field with anticipation.

It was the first time that the people of the city had come, and the chiefs drew lots at the entrance of the stadium to determine the rows in which their people would be seated.

The simple sports field built against the mountain has already taken shape, and it cannot shelter from the wind and rain, but there are still enough seats for people in the city to sit.

The chiefs were better treated, and could sit with the rest of the council in the stone stands, standing high, not necessarily looking far, but with a condescending and unusual satisfaction.

The bonfire and the simple curtain were ready, and Jian Chen beat the drum and shouted, "You are not allowed to speak for a while, whoever speaks will go out, this is the rule here." ”

"Got it! Hurry up and get started. ”

After a long day of coaxing and commotion, it finally quieted down somewhat.

In the stands, Su He'e and the others were also very curious about what they wanted to see, Chen Jian asked Yu Qian'er to maintain order and ran behind the scenes.

Shi Tu was wearing a silk costume made by Chen Jian, dyed with flower petals, the color was not bright, but it was much more beautiful than the gray color, and on the top of his head was a string of hairpins made of slag glass, which shimmered in the firelight.

"Don't be afraid, just do as I say."

Shi Ma grinned and said, "What's so scary about this? But after I finished the show, I don't know how many men are going to surround me, so go and see the stage. ”

I thought that the other party would be nervous and twisted, but seeing that Shi Jian said this, Chen Jian was no longer worried and returned to the stands.

The moment the gong struck, the whole venue fell silent.

The curtain opened, and when the stone camelina wearing colorful costumes walked out of the curtain curtain, the flute player behind played the spring song pastoral flute, and the stone camelina swayed its body, shining brightly in the firelight.

The clansmen, who had never seen a play or dressed up in makeup, let out all kinds of cries until Jian Chen pointed to the door, and the group of people thought of the rules here, and then they quieted down.

The camellia carrying the flower basket walked a few steps, and then sang in a crisp voice: "The flowers in the flower basket are fragrant, listen to me sing......"

Her voice is very bright, the song is ready-made by Chen Jian, and after singing it in her voice, the first few people feel that the cold hairs on their bodies have exploded, and their hearts fluctuate with Shi Xuan's singing.

The beginning of the story is very simple, Shi Camelina wants to deliver food to the man working in the field, and the lyrics are accompanied by the shepherd flute behind him, so that the people watching the play naturally think of the scene of spring labor.

Especially when the male protagonist appeared with an ox and a ploughshare, many people found common ground and couldn't help but envy the men on the stage.

In the lyrics, the camelina is a woman from another city, and the people of this city have never heard of it, and in fact there are no ploughing oxen or ploughshares in other cities.

But the clansmen don't think so much, and when they see the ploughing cattle, they naturally feel very close and shorten the distance with themselves. Seem...... The city on the stage is not a distant and vague illusion, but as familiar as a village near Xia Cheng.

The stone camelina on the stage wiped the sweat of the man and muttered a few private words between the two, which attracted bursts of whistles and envy.

The recitation and lyrics of the two people, as well as the surrounding scenes, are familiar to the clan, but some details are very unfamiliar.

For example, the camelina sings that the men should cultivate their own crops, and that they should go back to spinning threads and make new clothes for their unborn children.

"The birds in the trees are in pairs, and the green water and green mountains are smiling. I weave cloth for you ploughing the fields, and you bring water for me to water the garden......"

The deliberately created husband and wife life of male farmers and women weaving that most people have never experienced made the tribesmen extremely envious, especially when Shi Camelina sat by the fire at the end of the curtain and counted the pottery shells that he had sold for food, muttering that he wanted to buy a foot of silk for his unborn child, those clansmen who longed for blood children were even more moved, and they held back their inner desire and did not dare to shout.

The people on stage wore clothes that were not exaggerated, but they all wore brightly colored gloves so that they could see some of the gestures and details.

Whether it is the set or acting skills, in Chen Jian's opinion, it is simply the level of the Yangge team of the village committee. But the people were beautiful, the clothes were bright, the voices were seductive, and the people had never seen a play, so they were immediately attracted.

The drama itself can be used as a kind of public opinion propaganda and guidance, and the main purpose of this play is not to advocate the family system, but carrying private goods in the play is a necessary skill for those who have seen a lot of plays.

The truly high-level public opinion-oriented indoctrination has never been cramming, but in drama, film and television, some details are used to show private goods, reaching the realm of moisturizing things silently.

It may agitate or seduce, but it is not bare.

The first act ends in a melodious and cheerful atmosphere, and the tribesmen remember the role played by the stone camelina and immerse themselves in it, imagining that they also have such a woman, and that when they are tired of plowing the land, there is a woman who wipes their sweat, perhaps...... It's best that you can live the kind of life that continues with the bloodline of male farmers and female weavers.

When the second act opens, the music behind the scenes is no longer melodious, but suddenly changes, low and excited, and the sound of horns and bone flutes and waist drums appears.

The male protagonist still rarely shows up, Shi Camelina uses the small actions of sharpening swords for men and sorting out clothes and armor for men to show the love between husband and wife, and at the same time tells the audience in Nianbai: The Xirong people came to attack, the leader ordered troops, and everyone went enthusiastically, and her man was no exception......

Behind the scenes, the war song of Xia Cheng is sung, and the firelight is also flickering and dimming, as a symbol of the alternation of day and night, and there is occasionally the sound of weapons striking and fighting.

At the end of this scene, Shi Purple got the news that the leader had been defeated, and the Xijon people were about to rush over, and his man was missing.

When the woman heard the news, she wept and pulled out her hairpin.

Only then did the people who watched the play realize that the appearance of this hairpin was the hairpin that was one of the five soldiers made by Chen Jian at the beginning, and the hairpin sword that can make women more beautiful and can also be stained with blood.

There were strange voices and deliberately brutal laughter and wolf cub cries coming from behind the scenes, sounding as if the city had been breached, and the spectators became nervous, thinking of the situation when Xia City was breached by the Xijon people.

At this time, a Xijon man dressed in animal skin, with loose hair and a bare-chested body covered in ochre tattoos, who looked like a barbarian, appeared and kicked open the virtual door.

The audience screamed and stood up.

The woman turned around, smiled miserably in the firelight, and said a few words that she would die together and marry again in the world of the ancestors, which was sensational and exaggerated, but caused a burst of amazement among the clansmen who had never seen a play.

Then the woman lifted the hairpin and stabbed it into her throat.

"Don't!"

More than a dozen people, even if they remembered Chen Jian's rules, shouted loudly at this time, and several people rushed towards the stage, as if they were going to beat the Xijon man, but they were stopped by the new army that maintained order.

The Xijon people deliberately spoke in a strange inverted grammar to praise the beauty of the woman, and when the woman's hairpin was about to be pierced in the throat, she suddenly covered her mouth and retched.

The women immediately understood what this meant, and shouted, "Don't die! You still have her blood! He's going to die, and you're going to have to keep his bloodline behind! ”

The men also understood, and shouted one after another.

The woman on the stage held a hairpin and covered her retching mouth, as if she was making a choice.

Next to her was a set of silk clothes that had not yet been sewn and were worn by children.

Behind her, the savage Sijon let out a dirty laugh...... (To be continued.) )