On the day of the performance.

The wharf outside the troupe was crowded with people, shoulder to shoulder, and it was more crowded than the downtown area.

Those who have advance tickets hold up their tickets and pour them straight inside, and those who do not have advance tickets see such a lively scene, and after asking, most of them also buy tickets one after another.

"Pork Rong, do you still sell pork? The monkey is about to sing on stage! ”

There are fans of Ding Zheng who are proud of the pork that is still in the stall.

Pork Rong immediately slashed the knife that was cutting meat on the board, and his small eyes widened: "Where is it?" ”

"You don't know? It's at the Wharf Theatre! ”

", let's go! The stall is gone! ”

"Then I'll go first."

"Wait until I've put the stall together...... No righteousness! ”

……

Conversations like the one above are played out in other places, in other capacities.

On this day, the entire Pier Theater was almost packed.

In the past, a group of people who bought tickets had to be put in for nothing in the end, but today, the people who bought tickets can't squeeze in.

The monkey sang on stage, and he was still a famous monkey in Foshan before, and he played the Monkey King, who was also a monkey!

This gimmick alone is unique!

Whether they are rich or not, foreigners or Chinese, they all come over to see something new.

In the end, there were still a large number of people who didn't have time to go in, so they could only stay outside and sigh.

Pork Rong is one of them.

He hung his head outside the theater and closed his stall to watch the play, but he couldn't grab a ticket.

"No! Be sure to come early the day after tomorrow! ”

Pork Rong has already asked someone, and after three days of making trouble in the Heavenly Palace, there will be another one.

The reason why it took so long was mainly because the head of the Yang squad was afraid that Ding Zheng would have problems here, so after the first performance, he would rest for two days, and there was still time to adjust.

Of course, during this period, there will naturally be other dramas on top, and they will not directly leave the door open.

"Gotta call the master too!"

Pork Rong thought about it, and didn't go back to reopen the stall, so he directly raised his feet and rushed to Bao Zhilin.

……

Pier Theatre Troupe.

Yang said a few words, and then showed that Ding Zheng's voice was worthy of him, and then left.

Then.

The erhu and dulcimer played in unison, and in a burst of gongs and drums, Ding Zheng came out after a long time!

A liter of gold armor was shining, two finches rose to the sky, his feet were in long boots, he was holding a red stick, his dark face was also smeared with oil paint to look like a Monkey King, and the golden eyeshadow reflected the golden sunlight.

Ding Zheng held a stick in one hand, walked to the center of the stage with standard steps, stood still, threw his arm up, and danced a dazzling circle of stick flowers.

"Good!"

The audience immediately burst into a tidal wave of shouts.

Anyone can see that this Monkey King on the stage is definitely a real monkey.

Whether it's the extraordinary length of the arms, or the legs that look stubby in comparison.

Whether it's the sharp-beaked monkey's gills that can't be concealed even after the face is painted, or the wrinkles on the face that are not the same as people and the hair that shows at the end of the clothes.

It's all well explained.

This is a real monkey that is like a fake.

A monkey dances on the stage with a stick to play Monkey King!

This trip.

It's worth it!

This ticket was not spent in vain!

When everyone's cheers fell, Ding Zheng stopped the movement of the dancing stick.

The backstage instruments stopped at some point.

The whole theater fell silent.

Then.

Ding Zheng carried the golden hoop stick behind his back, took two steps forward, and put his right leg on his left knee.

The other arm was raised, and the hook hand looked into the distance, the eyes blinked rapidly, and the golden eyeshadow kept flashing.

"Good!" The cheers returned.

At the same time, the music was lively again.

After Ding Zheng's appearance, the rest of the characters began to appear gradually, and the havoc in the Heavenly Palace officially began!

Throughout the afternoon, there was a tremor at the docks.

This is a lively scene that has not appeared in Foshan for many years!

really put out the appearance of a monkey, and the audience will definitely not like it.

So when Ding Zheng was performing, he fully recalled and absorbed the essence of the performance of the international movie star Mr. Liu, which can be described as vivid, coupled with the just right dubbing of the Yang class master, the cheers in the theater were like a tsunami wave after wave.

Even a foreign gunshot in the distance was completely covered.

……

Pork Rong walked halfway before he remembered that it was time to deliver meat to Bao Zhilin today.

So he returned to the stall, picked two big fat pigs and slaughtered them, and pushed them to Baozhilin with a wooden cart.

In addition to seeing a doctor and treating injuries in Bao Zhilin, Huang Feihong also opened a museum to accept apprentices.

Teach the people to learn martial arts and practice martial arts, and strengthen their bodies with some simple martial arts that are not too destructive.

The number of apprentices is close to fifty.

Therefore, the daily food demand of Bao Zhilin is very large.

These two pigs will be eaten in a few days.

Ding Zheng and Bao Zhilin are also slightly related.

Pork Rong was very eager to go back and tell his master the good news of the monkey singing on stage, and went to the theater three days later to watch it together.

Along the way, he walked like a fly, and in a moment, he rushed to Baozhilin and slammed the door!

After entering, I saw a large group of people surrounded inside, and Master Huang Feihong was in the cabinet, obviously treating people.

"What's wrong, what's wrong!" Pork Rong was an impatient, and immediately squeezed in from the pile of people with his huge volume and strength.

When others saw that it was this pork Rong guy, they didn't dare to say anything with a temper, this is a muddy person, and they can't afford to provoke it.

After rushing into the inner circle, Pork Rong also learned what happened from the mouths of the people on the side.

But today, when Huang Feihong sent off Liu Yongfu, the commander of the Black Flag Army, the lion dancer was shot and disrupted by foreigners, and the lion dancer was also frightened and fell down and was injured.

Wong Fei Hung is now being treated.

Pork Rong's face was angry: "The current foreigners are too much!" ”

Huang Feihong had already dealt with the wounded, shook his head and sighed: "Now that General Liu and the Black Flag Army are suppressed, this is still the case, and after General Liu is transferred, I am afraid that the situation in Foshan will be worse, and the foreigners will act more unscrupulously." ”

"It's all bullshit, the Manchurian court, actually grovels to foreigners, and does something to cut land and pay compensation, otherwise how dare foreigners be so arrogant on our land!" Pork Rong said helplessly, "Now the Black Flag Army is also leaving, and the foreigners will definitely be more arrogant." ”

Huang Feihong smiled: "Not necessarily, according to General Liu, the imperial court has sent a commander over, and in the future, he will negotiate with foreigners, and he will be there tonight, I will go to greet him, I hope that this admiral can make those foreigners a little more restrained." ”

"What bullshit Admiral, it's good not to kneel down to foreigners, now that we are so bullied, isn't it useless for the group of officials in the capital to be emperors!" Pork Rong was full of indignation.

"Shirong, if you talk like this again, go to the backyard and go to Zama!" Huang Feihong's eyes widened, not angry and arrogant.

Pork Rong immediately shut up, didn't dare to say more, and walked to the side and sat down with an angry face.

Huang Feihong healed the wounded, walked to the chair and sat down, then opened a fan, stared at the fan and was silent.

At the top of the fan was a large line of letters.

"Treaty of Humiliation of China!"

And then in the rest of the place, there are small words the size of soybeans that cover almost the entire length of the fan.

What is written on it are all the various traitorous treaties signed by the Qing Dynasty under the persecution of foreigners during this period of time.

Without these treaties, how would foreigners dare to be so presumptuous and unscrupulous as they are now?