On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the lantern festival is held.

This day is also the day when the hall meeting held by Xingwangfu officially opened, and the opera troupes have long been ready to go, preparing a good show, to open the eyes of the people of Nanchang.

Zhu Hao took his family to the place where his troupe played.

This stage is located near the Horse Washing Pond in the west of the city, which is a famous commercial center in Nanchang City. At this moment, there are already a sea of people around the stage, but because Zhu Hao is the owner of the troupe, he got the ticket in the front position through the relationship, although it is not the first row, but there are tables and benches to sit on.

Yu San came over to greet Zhu Niang, and Zhu Niang smiled and teased: "I didn't see it, Yu San, you still look a little bit in charge." ”

Yu San said: "The third lady made fun of it, the little one is just doing chores...... Today, several troupes performed on stage at the same time, and only those who won the full house could sing on the big stage of Baihuazhou in East Lake......"

Zhu Niang didn't understand why Yu San said this to her, and she was a little confused for a while, completely unaware that the other party's words were actually said to Zhu Hao.

Zhu Hao knew that the performance in front of him was like a singer competition in later generations, first participating in the trials held in various places, and only by standing the test of the audience could he get on the final stage.

At the same time, the other theater troupe owners who participated in the performance were not in a good mood at this time, and felt that they were at most here to be a foil today, and it was difficult to have the opportunity to go to the big stage, after all, the name of the Changyun class was too loud, and they had a few big courtyards in the city, and they could participate in the performances of several stages at the same time.

It is almost impossible for an ordinary theater troupe to surpass the Changyun troupe.

In Zhu Hao's view, Changyunban's move was purely opportunistic.

Relying on the fact that their own troupe is well-manned, and their people appear on each stage during the selection, but they participate in multiple selections in one competition, isn't it very unfair for small and medium-sized opera troupes?

Zhu Hao was pondering the doorway, and the head and face of the Changyun class finally arrived in the midst of thousands of calls, and the two people who accompanied Ning Wangfu to be the supervisor of the stage sat in the middle of the first row.

However, judging by his words and demeanor, this person should only be one of the many small class masters, not the owner, nodding his head frequently, and being too humble in front of the people of Ning Wangfu.

But none of this has anything to do with Zhu Hao.

Zhu Hao came to see the play.

If the troupe passes the selection, it will be remembered by jackals, tigers and leopards, which is called bad luck.

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"Isn't this the dragon class master?"

The small class leader of the Changyun class accompanied the two overseers of Ning Wangfu to sit down, looked left and right, and suddenly found the dragon class master in the back row.

The small class master of the Changyun class had visited the dragon class master before, so he naturally knew each other, and immediately introduced him to the people of Ning Wangfu.

At the same time, the show began on stage.

Due to the limited time, each troupe can only perform one play, which is the so-called excerpt.

The first to go on stage is not famous, used to cushion the best small theater troupe, the performance of the repertoire is good, the singing is not brilliant, the audience is not interested, one by one chatting gossip, buzzing into a loud sound.

Yu San didn't go backstage to sit down, there was still a period of time before his own drama troupe came on stage, and it was not his turn to worry about the backstage for the time being, so he personally poured tea for Zhu Niang, he explained with a smile: "That dragon class master, I brought people on stage to perform bright scenes before, and I have accumulated some fame after five performances, isn't this ...... The people in the Changyun class are introducing him to the official master. ”

Speaking of this, Yu San's eyes were a little narrow.

Zhu Hao understood.

Yu San said this to him, and his gist was nothing more than the surname Long, but he was just singing the play we rehearsed for him, giving him face and letting him get in touch with the big opera troupe, and he treated himself as a dish...... But compared to ours, his drama troupe is simply heaven and earth, and it is impossible to watch.

"Oh."

Zhu Niang didn't understand it and didn't interject.

Zhu Hao smiled and said in Zhu Niang's ear: "Mother, that dragon class master is also from our Anlu, and this time I will follow the little third brother to Nanchang to sing in the hall." ”

Yu San scratched the back of his head embarrassedly: "Little master, you still call Xiao Yu San." ”

In front of Zhu Niang, Zhu Hao was so affectionately called, Yu San couldn't stand it.

Zhu Hao doesn't mind being humble and lowly, it's just a relatively polite title, it sounds comfortable, he can do things for himself with peace of mind, and he has nothing to lose, so why bother?

There are constantly opera troupes performing on stage, and excerpts are played one after another.

There are people who applaud, but the scene full of colors did not appear, and the opera troupes recruited from all over the country were also divided into good and bad, and the repertoire sung was the same...... Where does the small opera troupe have the ability to innovate independently? In addition, there are many stages in the city, and the audience has been dazzled in the past few days, and the mediocre plays are only applauded in terms of etiquette.

But for Zhu Niang, Aunt Li, and Zhu Ting, they have never heard any plays, so they can't judge the quality of a play, and the viewing experience is very good.

Zhu Ting kept clapping her hands with her mother, and Xiao Nizi was so excited when she saw it.

"Third lady, the little master, the little one still has the affairs of the troupe to deal with, so I can't accompany you here, retire." Yu San saw that the time was about the same, and it was time to go backstage to arrange, so he got up and said goodbye.

Zhu Niang nodded: "If you have something, go and get busy, don't delay the business." ”

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On the stage, the plays came out one after another, and the people watching the plays gathered more and more.

At this time, neither the people of the Changyun class nor the dragon class master took the stage.

Everyone in this selection area knows that the two troupes are strong, and it is estimated that they can sing on the Baihuazhou Grand Stage through the selection, so they will make their debut in the finale.

If they play first, after the audience has seen a good show, it is estimated that no one will watch other shows.

It's like letting people eat, you can't eat it first, otherwise how can stinky fish and rotten shrimp be served?

The big opera troupe did not take the stage, and finally approached the last show before noon, and Yu Sandai's troupe came on the stage, and as usual, the head of the troupe appeared on stage, explaining what the situation was with the drama he sang.

Chang Zaiyin, as an old musician in the opera troupe, is considered to know opera, so he will temporarily take over the position of class leader.

After all, he is a musician, and he feels inferior, and he can't raise his head in front of the black and oppressive audience, his body is leaning down, and his voice is not very loud: "The next one is "The Legend of the White Snake", which tells the twists and turns of the love story between a snake spirit and a human who has cultivated into a human form......"

Many people present in "The Legend of the White Snake" have never heard of it, but when they sang the bright scene before, the troupe of the dragon class master had performed a few folds in it, but it was rehearsed with the new drama troupe, and the actors and singing voices did not get the essence, but they still caused a sensation.

"Master Long, is the troupe on this stage also yours?"

The small head of the Changyun class next to the dragon class master asked with a smile.

The head of the dragon class was a little embarrassed, in fact, he was the main one, but Zhu Hao said it first, so that he could treat himself as half of the owner, so he still smiled and nodded.

The small class master of the Changyun class hurriedly explained the situation to the superintendent of Ning Wangfu, the talents of Ning Wangfu don't care about these, they are here to watch the play for free, and which drama troupe to go back to the Tao may still pay homage or something.

They don't care too much about how well the drama is sung or not.

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At this moment, the field changed dramatically.

The smoke is steaming, and the fairy spirit is wafting.

It was the cigarette cake specially prepared for "The Legend of the White Snake" that began to smoke, and the people present were instantly dumbfounded, what kind of play is this? Before you started singing, you set fire to the stage?

"Old Dragon, what's going on?"

The small head of the Changyun class was taken aback.

The dragon class master had long been surprised, and said with a wry smile: "Get up a cigarette, if you don't press tight, the stage won't burn." ”

The people around looked closely, and it was really just a lime-shaped thing smoking, and there was no spark in sight.

At this moment, the green snake and the white snake appeared.

"Qingcheng Mountain, Bai Suzhen......"

For people who are not familiar with this play and are not familiar with this kind of singing, it is very difficult to accept and applaud at the first time, and it is necessary to have a gradual adaptation process.

So after the opening, it didn't win a full house, and even the audience applauded less than before.

This novel singing tone, the most important thing is that it is full of charm, which makes people remember it in their hearts and can't help but hum two sentences, just like a local minor key, which is pleasing to the eye.

For the female audience present, such as Zhu Niang and Aunt Li, who don't watch much drama and don't understand the opera routines, this voice is extremely pleasant, and they like it from the bottom of their hearts when they hear it.

However, because few female audiences came alone, they would not do such a shameful thing, and the applause was sparse.

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"The Legend of the White Snake" continues to be staged, and today it is singing about the play of borrowing an umbrella from a canopy.

Waiting for Xu Xian to appear, accompanied by melodious music, the picture of the first meeting of handsome men and beautiful women on the broken bridge, the novel and unique singing gradually ignited the enthusiasm of the audience.

The people in the back kept squeezing forward, among them there were many people who went home to eat at noon, as well as theater fans who passed by here on their way home from watching the play on other stages, seeing the excitement here, regardless of whether they could get close to the stage or not, and whether they could hear what was being sung on the stage, they just glanced at the costumes of the actors on the stage from a distance, and found that they were obviously much better than other theater troupes, so they wanted to take a peek.

"Why are there so many people?"

Zhu Niangben was concentrating on watching the play, but found that the people around her stood up excitedly.

There were still a bunch of people squeezing forward behind her, and she didn't have the heart to watch the show.

Zhu Hao smiled: "Maybe this play is too popular...... This is the "Legend of the White Snake" that caused a sensation in our Anlu, and it was a pity that my mother watched it for the first time. ”

"It's full of people, it's ...... What do you think of this? Why don't we move on? ”

Aunt Li also pulled her daughter to stand up.

Zhu Hao said: "It's too messy here, or we won't watch it...... The crowd kept squeezing forward, and we walked down the stage, so there should be no problem...... If you like to watch it, I'll go back and play it for you alone. ”

Aunt Li glanced at Zhu Hao: "Young Master Hao, don't say stupid things." ”

Zhu Hao said with a smile: "This is Yu Sandai's troupe, what's wrong with letting his people sing for us alone?" Auntie, don't make a fuss! ”

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I really can't help it.

There are too many people and too enthusiastic, for Zhu Niang, who was born as a festival woman, this kind of complicated occasion is indeed not suitable for continuing to stay and watch the play.

So just over half of the play, the family walked along the flow of people to the open space in front of the stage, and at this time, the dragon class owner who was invited to sit in the first row also found that the scene was a little chaotic, and was turning sideways to check the situation.

At this time, the head of the Changyun class was eagerly asking the head of the Long class about this play, and even the two overseers of the Ning Wangfu were frequently asking, and they had no time to be distracted for a while, and when they remembered it again, Zhu Hao's family was gone.

Zhu Hao walked out of the street with his family, and still heard earth-shattering cheers from the other side of the stage.

A large number of people who did not have time to go to the stage of Ximachi to watch the play, called friends and friends, gathered from all directions, apparently someone passed the news, everyone knew that a good show was being staged here, and even another stage across the street was also affected, at this time the audience ran clean, only a few old and weak women and children or loyal ticket holders stayed in place to watch the play.

The people singing on the stage were depressed.

We sing so well here, why have we run out?

Is this hard to hear that people are going to run with their lives?

Zhu Hao seemed to have discovered a new world, pointed to the empty position under the stage and said, "Mother, there are few people here, let's go here to listen to the play." ”

Zhu Niang sighed: "I didn't expect the opera troupe brought by Yu San to be so popular, it is rare that our Anlu troupe can also gain a firm foothold in Nanchang City...... It's not early, let's go back to lunch, and if we have time in the afternoon, we might as well come and have a look. ”

For a woman like her, who is as tranquil as a chrysanthemum, although the play is good-looking, it is just a pastime, not to the point of forgetting to sleep and eat. It's not necessary to fight for a play.