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Zi Baifeng suddenly had a headache, this Yan Lao Wu, since he came to Xiayan Village to be the village leader, he was not angry with himself, he became the village leader, let him be the village leader, he only respected himself for two days, and now that he is the king, he began to sneer at himself again.

After glancing at Yan Lao Wu a few times, Zi Baifeng suddenly understood: "You want to be a townsman!"

"Of course!" Yan Lao Wu hurriedly puffed up his chest and looked at Zi Baifeng with a look of hope, hoping that Zi Baifeng would quickly give him the big seal of Xiangzheng.

"You can't behave like this now. Zi Baifeng shook his head, "I still want to see your performance." ”

Yan Lao Wu suddenly smiled, and said, "Lord Fujun, what do you command?"

Yan Da, who was sitting next to him, suddenly turned his head away, his father was getting old, but he became an official fan, which was really disgraceful, but he turned his face and looked back, if his father became a townsman, is the village his own?

Seeing that the two of them were blinking at him, Zi Baifeng suddenly rolled his eyes, in fact, Yan Lao Wu was really the right person for Xiangzheng in his mind, because Yan Lao Wu could implement his intentions to the letter, and would not let his intentions fall through, and it was really difficult for others to reassure him.

"Let's start your big show first...... Zi Baifeng waved his hand, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, and hurriedly asked: "Why do you want to make a big show?"

"It's spring, our Xiayan Village is not the same as before, don't you think, our ancestral shrine should also be rebuilt?" Yan Lao Wu frowned and smiled, "Dafu also said, now our Xiayan Village is the largest village of the Yan family, and it is natural for us to rebuild the ancestral ancestral hall." ”

Zi Baifeng always felt that things were not so simple, and after thinking about it carefully, did this mean that Yan Dafu knew that he did not have enough authority, so he simply gave the identity of "Yan Clan Patriarch" to Yan Lao Wu with both hands?

Rebuilding the ancestral ancestral hall, even if it is repaired, it should be the cultivation of Yan Village, which is the main village, and now it has become Xia Yan Village, which shows that the focus of the entire Yan clan has been completely shifted.

"Dafu didn't beat you?"

"How can that!"

Zi Baifeng could only spread his hands and said: "Then let's do it, anyway, the family in Xiayan Village is all lost, don't look for me to cry poor." ”

Yan Lao Wu went happily.

In the early spring weather, the early grain in Xiayan Village has already shown signs of maturity, seeing that the early grain is now harvested, and there is a chance to plant another season of spring grain, the whole Xiayan Village is actually busy, but the rebuilding of the ancestral temple This kind of thing, but still arouses 12% of the people's action, every morning, when Zibaifeng takes a boat to Mengcheng, you can also see the villagers in the village busy.

Before Zi Baifeng got on the boat that morning, he was stopped by Yan Lao Wu, who went to the city to find the troupe.

Who would have thought that at night, Yan Lao Wu sighed and followed Zi Baifeng back again.

The harvest in Mengcheng in the past two years has been so poor, where can anyone still have spare money for recreation? The several groups that were active in Mengcheng before have now dispersed, returned to their respective homes, or have gone to the end of the world.

"You might as well go to my aunt for help. Zi Baifeng thinks that Yan Lao Wu is riding a donkey to find a donkey, how can this entertainment industry find people in the circle.

In Zi Baifeng's view, the big drama in Xiayan Village can be done as a cultural event in Jiuyan Township and even the entire Mengcheng, and it is also a good way to find a way to enrich spiritual life when there is a lack of material, at least it can eliminate many negative thoughts.

Thinking about it like this, Zi Baifeng also paid attention to it, and took Yan Lao Wu back to find the Red Drum Niang, and as soon as she said this, the Red Drum Niang immediately agreed. Zi Baifeng also patted his chest and decided to fund Yan Lao Wuyi, from the original three-day drama to a seven-day drama, plus the warm-up two days in advance, a total of nine days, which can be regarded as a big event.

Zijian didn't worry about the red drum girl running around by herself, so he requisitioned Zi Baifeng's koi cloud boat, took the red drum girl to run around the city, searched for ticket friends and opera troupe members everywhere, and it took half a month to set up a grass stage team.

Zi Baifeng glanced at these people, but it was really a grass platform team.

The old beggar in a hundred clothes is pulling the erhu, the oily butcher plays the sheng, the runny doll plays the suona, the blind man plays the drum, the lame man plays the board, the bearded man babbles and pulls the flower cavity, singing Tsing Yi, the little student looks like he can be an old student, and the old student is full of pockmarks, which looks like a flower face.

When this group saw Zi Baifeng, they knelt on the ground in a mess, called everything, and Zi Baifeng didn't know how to encourage them for a while.

"Is this okay?" Zi Baifeng asked his father with a mouthwash.

Dad shrugged, he didn't know if it would work, anyway, his sister chose the rest, and he could only trust them.

Then dragged seven or eight ticket holders to run the show, a board was pulled up, the tattered box was opened, a musty smell of costumes were worn, and many of them were moth-eaten.

Yan Lao Wu took Ding Zhuang from the village and set up a stage directly at the entrance of the village, the stage was very elaborate and very broad, obviously Yan Lao Wu had high hopes for this big play.

After two nights, this morning, the grass stage team painted their faces, babbled for a while, and started an audition.

As soon as the erhu sounded poignantly, it sang as soon as it played, and it was ugly, one move and one style, one cheek and one smile, seventy-two kinds of martial arts, all kinds of singing, flowing clouds and water sleeves......

Zi Baifeng really didn't expect that such a grass platform team would have such exquisite skills, although the cutscenes were still a little unskilled, and the dragon set was a little messy, but Zi Baifeng saw that it was a little interesting.

However, after watching it for a while, Zi Baifeng gradually felt that something was wrong, he pulled his father who was listening to him and asked, "Dad, what is this play called?"

"This play is called "The Demon King Robs Relatives". It was the Red Drum Lady who answered him.

"The demon king robbed his relatives?" Zi Baifeng was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly moved a stool to sit down and looked at it carefully.

These plays have no scripts, and almost all rely on masters to teach their apprentices, and they are passed on by word of mouth from generation to generation.

Such an evolution from generation to generation, I don't know how much Lu Dao has changed, but its story has largely remained the same, it is about a place called Jinjiagou, a demon king came out, robbed a human woman, and the human woman's husband went to the mountains to kill demons, but was forced to leave the story.

After the play was finished, everyone discussed, discussed, and began to perform again, followed by a play "Escape from the Famine".

After a few dramas, Zi Baifeng was unsettled, he originally thought that the flower drum singing voice like Jinyang Song was all that was left behind, but who would have thought that there would be such a drama handed down.

After a day's audition, Zi Baifeng barely left Xiayan Village, and the old man who sang Xiaosheng said: "My master has nine major operas and sixteen small operas, and I have learned three major operas and seven small operas. ”

"What about the other plays?" Zi Baifeng hurriedly asked.

"My brother has learned five big plays, but the others have been taken to the coffin by my master. Speaking of this, he sighed for a while.

"What about your senior brother?" Zi Baifeng hurriedly asked.

"My senior brother hasn't been back to Mengcheng for decades, some people say he went to Xijing, some people say he has died of illness, alas......"

"Is there anyone else in Mengcheng who knows other plays?" Zi Baifeng watched a few plays and found that there were two plays related to the Demon King, and his heart was itchy and hard to scratch, but there was nowhere to solve it.

"No, my master was the pillar of the world's famous classes back then, and then my master was old and was kicked out by the troupe, so he adopted me and my brother, these plays are all handed down by my ancestors, except for my master, no one will do it. ”

In this world, where are there so many perfect things? Zi Baifeng could only sigh.

The information about the demon king is too old to find, and it is difficult to find the slightest clue.

Even if you know the Tao, what can you do?

Is that endless desert of death really something you can resist?

The big drama in Xiayan Village was sung for nine days.

Two days ago, when I was preparing, rehearsing and trying, many villagers came from all over the world and watched it fascinated. And when the performance officially began, the place from the entrance of Xiayan Village to Jiuyan Town was almost crowded with people, standing behind the crowd, looking at the stage in front, I was afraid that I could only see a faint figure, and I couldn't even hear the lyrics, but these people still refused to leave, stubbornly guarding their own place, and even holding their urine.

Zi Baifeng deployed a large number of people to maintain order, there were many people, sloppy tricks, prodigal gangsters, all came, but if anyone made trouble, someone took advantage of the crowd to steal, it would not be tolerated.

It was not only the villagers who came to see the big play, Zi Baifeng had porcelain tiles in his hand, so no matter how deep those people hid, he could find them.

Almost all the villagers in Mengcheng came, some of them came openly, and some of them came secretly. Almost all the nodly-faced characters in Mengcheng also came, taking four or five house slaves to occupy the place and help serve them. Even the master wore a low-brimmed hat and listened to it for a day and a half, then shook his head and left singing the opera.

But Zi Baifeng definitely didn't expect that there would be another person who would come to this place.

Zi Baifeng hesitated for a long time, whether to show up or not to meet this person, and the day before the big drama was about to end, Zi Baifeng finally made a decision.

When everyone gathered in front of the stage to listen to the play, Zi Baifeng stood under a tree at the entrance of the village, looked up at the top of the big tree, and gently arched his hand, and said: "Since the inspector is here, why don't you give the next thin noodles and let the landlord do a little bit of friendship?"

The trees were quiet, and there didn't seem to be anyone, but Zi Baifeng was nervous.