"Bell~"

A huge gong sounded throughout the theater, and the originally crowded scene immediately quieted down.

"Gentlemen, gentlemen, let's start today's play, and please take a seat as soon as possible."

Immediately after a rhythmic beating of gongs and drums, the curtain on the stage opened, and a group of children in the troupe jumped to the front of the stage with their heads turned over, wearing pythons and leaning on them, blowing their beards and glaring, looking like they were in trouble, which attracted bursts of applause from the audience.

Looking at the authentic snacks of old Beijing sent by the shopkeeper, the "fragrant" breath was full of air, Rao is well-informed in Central and Western Asia, and he thought he was a Chinese expert, so he couldn't help but take out the handkerchief in his chest pocket and cover his mouth and nose.

"Cheng Sang, these foods are all overnight, right? It doesn't smell like they can be eaten, and I think it may be that the weather is hot, which has caused them to spoil, so we might as well eat them another day. ”

Cheng Nuo smiled indifferently, although the two attempts at bean juice ended in failure, but the meaning of this time was obviously different, and he actually felt a little sweet and sour: "Mr. Zhongxi, this is the imperial meal ordered by Emperor Qianlong of the previous dynasty, and the court drink of the Eight Classics, if it weren't for the fall of the Manchu Dynasty, I and other ordinary people would not be able to eat this kind of food, don't look at it and smell weird, it is delicious to drink it in the stomach, and it has the effect of nourishing the stomach, detoxifying, and clearing the fire." ”

In order to show his own "hospitality", Cheng Nuo deliberately confused the history of bean juice, which can be regarded as a white lie, and I believe that this Japanese who has lived a good life will be grateful for his kindness.

A mouthful of bean juice, a mouthful of burnt rings, and some old pickles from time to time, it didn't take long for this snack to be finished, and it even gave people a feeling of unfinished, as if this food was really what the words said.

"Eat, Mr. Nakanishi, the braised carp can be eaten anywhere out of Beijing, and the bean juice doesn't taste like that, although we welcome jackals with shotguns, but for friends, we will treat each other warmly." Cheng Nuo couldn't hide the smile in his eyes, pushed the old pickle plate over, and motioned to the other party to hurry up and eat.

"Cheng Sang, is this thing really delicious?" The Central and Western Asian trees pulled the bean juice in front of him, half-convinced.

"It's really delicious, just like my country's stinky tofu and your country's natto, they all smell stinky and eat fragrant." Cheng Nuo raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Whenever you take a bite, you will be haunted by it in this life." ”

Seeing this, the Central and Western Tree nodded, for this natto that started in China, he couldn't be more fond of it as a Japanese, plus both are bean foods, and his perception of bean juice has also improved greatly, but unfortunately this idea only lasts until before eating, and after he actually takes a sip, he almost can't help but vomit.

But the old fox has a hand after all, pinching his thigh and frowning and pouring it down, after drinking it, he saw Cheng Nuo observing him, and his brows immediately showed: "The bean juice is really delicious, I can't help but think of the taste of my hometown, whenever I return from school, my mother always cooks me a meal of bean food, Cheng Sang, you have a heart." ”

This meaningful glance made Cheng Nuo's eyes full of vigilance, he really saw people talking about people, and talking nonsense, if it wasn't for the protrusion of blood vessels in his hands just now, he really thought that this old devil liked this authentic snack.

"China is a vast country, a vast territory, and the origin of Confucian culture, I believe that every guest who comes from afar can find some 'hometown' taste here, and Mr. Zhongxi can slowly understand it." Cheng Nuo was still smiling.

The trick of "food" is obviously ineffective, and the two of them are very "happy" to eat the stewed, belly and fried liver, as if they are happy guests, but the corners of their mouths twitch from time to time, as well as the slightly visible frowns, which are obviously not as simple as they seem.

You come and go in the audience, and every porridge and meal hides mysteries.

On the stage, the tone is frustrated, and every tone is learning.

"锵cei锵cei锵锵cei"

All the hors d'oeuvres on the stage have been served, and the children have retreated to the backstage one after another, ushering in the Tsing Yi Hua Dan drama in the central axis.

Su San left Hongdong County and came to the front of the street. I didn't say anything, I was so miserable, and the gentlemen of the past listened to me."

There is a group of down-and-out Eight Banners children sitting below, soaking in the opera garden all day long, I don't know how many times I have watched a play, I have long been familiar with it, so I don't watch it, but sit there with Erlang's legs crossed, with my eyes closed and shaking my head with the singing on stage, tasting that taste.

When he sang to the highlights, his eyes opened, and he immediately shouted: "Okay, send a good outfit!" ”

The "horn" on the stage immediately changed his eyes, and he sang harder, attracting applause from the audience.

On the second floor, putting the last piece of belly into his mouth, Zhongxiashu had an inexplicable smile on his face: "Cheng Sang, I have ordered every issue of the "National" magazine, and I am a loyal reader of your society, I have to wash my hands twice before reading every time, and I have a pious heart for knowledge, so that I feel worthy of those studies and revive the glory of East Asia as soon as possible." ”

Cheng Nuo asked for a hot towel from his buddy, wiped his face and felt much better, and said quietly: "In the past, books were precious and ordinary people couldn't touch them, but now, all kinds of newspapers and periodicals are prevalent, and the competitive pressure is so great, the so-called knowledge is not so expensive, and our magazines are not in the stream, and the content is all patchwork, which is not worthy of such grandeur by Mr. Zhongxi." ”

Wiping his hands and throwing the towel aside, Cheng Nuo continued: "As for the revival of East Asia, there will always be a crotch when the steps are big, our two families are still good at sweeping the snow in front of the door, Cheng is just an ordinary man, and it is the greatest ability to teach and educate people, if you can fill the world with peach and plum in the future, there will be no regrets in a hundred years." ”

Zhongxiashu wiped his mouth, put down his chopsticks and said with a smile: "In my opinion, with Cheng Sang's strength, just a professor at Peking University is overkill, and the development of Cheng Sang has been restricted by education. ”

Cheng Nuo's eyes narrowed slightly, knowing that the other party was about to show his fox tail, and his tone was a little witty: "This person, it's not easy to do one thing well in a lifetime, it's not expensive, and everything will end up in the end." ”

Chinese medicine Yashu put on a look of deep understanding, nodded and said: "The same is the same education colleagues, I agree with this very much, but I think that if you want to display your ambitions, you should choose a bigger stage, so as to be worthy of Cheng Sang's identity, there is an old Chinese saying that 'if you are excellent and you learn, you will learn and you will be excellent', and there is no conflict between career and teaching." ”

Cheng Nuo smiled secretly in his heart, they are all thousand-year-old foxes, what are you talking about, let's show all the tricks, and after nodding, he quickly shook his head, giving people a feeling that he was moved but didn't want to admit it: "If academia is contaminated with politics, it will inevitably not be pure, for scholars like us, it is like a fish thorn in the throat, unbearable." ”

Zhongxiashu likes this kind of nose-pulling feeling, and said with a smile: "The main and secondary are clear, for the two, the advantages far outweigh the disadvantages, think about Cai Yuanpei of Peking University, who runs both education and politics, so that Peking University is what it is today, but his generation is already old, and his head is full of rotten things, and the changes of the times have dazzled them." ”

"You can't say that, whether it is Peking University or me, Cai Gong is kind to the front, and it is not a gentleman's work to talk about the length of a person behind his back." One person can not sing well, Cheng Nuo couldn't help but laugh and cooperated on the side.

"But your generation of young people has heard the pulse of the times and proven that they are capable of taking over East Asia, don't you want to take your future into your own hands, and don't you want to run your own school and let your ambitions run at will? Do you only have one city in your eyes, look at it from afar, look at it high, Cheng Sang, you are a unique existence, why do those rice buckets affect your future, just because you cut off your braids before you?! "The Central and Western Asian Tree is in the tone of an elder confidant, the voice is not loud but very tempting, if the mind is not firm, the darkness in the heart is bound to be hooked out, and it has already become crazy.

"Yes, the country is not a country, and the people are not a people, just because these rice buckets of corpses should have been lived in by talented people a long time ago." Cheng Nuo gasped cooperatively, his eyes red.

"I came here today just to make friends with Cheng Sang, but thinking of such a valuable talent, his status is far from the height of the academic level, and my heart aches, so let's do it, I just have some contacts in your government, help Cheng Sang move around a little more, at least I have to seek real power in the Ministry of Education, and after staying for a few years with enough qualifications, I can at least become the head of a department, and it is not impossible to become the chief of the department one day, it's just."

"Just what?"

"It's just that we Japanese come forward to help a Chinese, which is unreasonable and lawless."

"So what should I do?" Cheng Nuo's performance was as real as the real thing, and he almost threw the bowl down, his face was red and his neck was thick.

"We are lacking an arithmetic teacher in our East Asian Tongbun Academy, Mr. can temporarily do his homework for two days, I will find a day to send Mr. to Tokyo Imperial University, Cheng Sang's status is enough to be worthy of the position of professor, Mr. Takagi Sadaharu has admired you for a long time, presumably you will cooperate." The trees of Central and Western Asia draw cakes, just like the real thing.

Cheng Nuo heard the taste this time, the Ministry of Education is fake, and the repatriation to Tokyo is real, so after thinking about it for a while, he deliberately said a little crampedly: "It's good, but I haven't been to Japan, let me think about it." ”

The Central and Western Asian trees are a little angry, agreeing or disagreeing with each other, and it is uncomfortable to hang people.

When I came to the door of the private room, I wanted to close the window, but I found that in order to save money, not only did the window not have any glass, but even the window paper was cleaned, and the smell of the urine pool came to my face as soon as the sun shone on my face, and I remembered the grievances I had just eaten, and I directly regurgitated into my mouth, but this guy was also a ruthless person, and he swallowed it quietly, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and walked over with a smiling face.

"Cheng Sang, I can understand your feelings, the homeland is hard to leave, just like every spring, I always think of Mount Fuji when I look at the cherry blossoms, and this matter is not in a hurry."

The two encounters ended with Cheng Nuo having a slight advantage.

At this time, the central part of the opera garden has been performed, and as Tsing Yi Hua Dan walks off the stage, Guanghe Building ushers in its daily finale, and the hawkers also take advantage of the beginning to sell dim sum.

"Steamed buns, cold cakes, milk rolls, smoldering oven baked cakes, fine puff pastry~"

"Puff pastry iron broad beans, corn flowers iron broad beans~"

"Muskmelon, melon, Panga Zhuang's melon~"

Only selling tickets can't cover the cost of the theater, and the guy next to him was naturally a little unhappy when he saw the full amount of food ordered by Cheng Nuo and the others, and accompanied him with a smile: "Second master, are you still satisfied with it?" We have a special hairy tip, do you want to try it? ”

The characteristic word accentuated the tone, Cheng Nuo glanced at the table downstairs, and sure enough, there were the same teapots, so he understood the meaning, and said with a smile: "Then what are you waiting for, please hurry up and bring a pot to the master." ”

"Gotcha." The guy thanked him, and then shouted to the back kitchen: "There is a pot of Xinyang Maojian in the Ruyi Hall on the second floor!" ”

With the sound of pedaling down the stairs, the green tendons on the forehead of the Central and Western Asian trees jumped step by step, and Cheng Nuo's leisurely appearance was reflected in his pupils, silently warning himself that the chips were not big enough, and there were still enough opportunities in the future.

With another loud sound of "bell ~", the theater returned to tranquility, waiting for the "famous actors" to appear, and through the program list on the wall, I learned that this Peking Opera was "Chu Han Zheng".

Cheng Nuo doesn't have to think about it, if you invite the opera garden today, the little devil will definitely be ready, and the consideration of the repertoire is naturally the top priority, but with your mere island country, whether it is the overlord of Western Chu or the prince of Peigong of the Western Han Dynasty, you are not worthy of lifting shoes.

After a little thought, I can enjoy Peking Opera with peace of mind.

"Master Jun said in public,

Turn your back and think about it,

The king of Han was besieged in Xingyang,

It's like Confucius trapped in Cai City,

”

Different from the later "Chu and Han Disputes", this scene is based on the Kunqu opera "The Legend of a Thousand Gold" and "The Historical Record of Xiang Yubenji", which is the old version of "Farewell My Concubine", although the actual performance is not as perfect as the latter, but the story framework has been almost covered.

The general content is that in order to fight between Chu and Han at the end of Qin, Han Xin ordered Li Zuoche to surrender Xiang Yu and Xiang Yu to enter the army. Ambushed on ten sides of Jiuli Mountain and trapped Xiang Yu under the wall. Xiang Yu couldn't break through, and he heard the songs on all sides, suspecting that the Chu army had surrendered to Han, and said goodbye to Yu Ji in the camp. Yu Ji killed herself, Xiang Yu broke out of the encirclement, got lost to Wujiang, and felt faceless to see Jiangdong's father and elder killing themselves by the river.

At this time, the "Chu Han Zheng" on the stage behind him happened to be at the bridge of the siege of Xia.

"Pull out the mountains and cover the world, and the times are not good"

"If you don't die, you can't help it, you can't help it."

“.”

Glancing at the Central and Western Asian trees next to him, he found that although this devil kept frowning, he could still hum and chirp in tune, and he didn't know whether he really understood or faked, and when he saw Cheng Nuo coming over, he asked seriously: "Cheng Sang, do you think Yu Ji's death is worth it?" ”

Without waiting for Cheng Nuo to speak, Zhongxiashu asked himself and replied: "I don't think his death is worth it, if he doesn't die, the overlord will definitely not kill himself on the bank of the Wujiang River, even if the overlord dies, I believe those people will not embarrass a weak woman, it is not impossible for him to live in the world, only if he is alive, can he have a future at all, are you right?" ”

Cheng Nuo suddenly realized that the finale is really the finale, the soft one is not good, this is going to be hard.

Although the pattern of the devil is not big, and there is only Yu Ji in his eyes, I have to say that Cheng Nuo's current strength is not as good as Yu Ji, not to mention the overlord around him, there is not even a guard, in case there is something really hard to say.

No, Cheng Nuo was not afraid at all, put away the cynicism just now, and looked directly into the other party's eyes: "So Mr. Zhongxi is just a 'China expert', in our place, women don't let their eyebrows be shaved in the face of righteousness!" ”