Borrow the day to change the day

() When Zhong Jinwei turned around, he saw Wen Yuren in a daze in front of him, so he asked him, "Did you hear everything just now?"

Wen Yuren woke up from the daze, and replied with a little disdain: "These people don't know art, and they are hard-hearted, how can they sympathize with refugees and pay money!"

Zhong Jinwei was a little speechless. It seemed that everyone was similar. When he heard other people's opinions, he would not self-criticize first, but put the responsibility on others.

After hearing Wen Yuren's comments, the Dongchang fans all glared at Wen Yuren behind Zhong Jinwei.

Wen Yuren was not afraid when he saw it, and simply ignored these rumors, just looked at Zhong Jinwei.

Zhong Jinwei smiled, and asked Wen Yuren, "Then what do you think art is?"

"Art is a very high level. The singer can linger for three days without end, and the dancer can make people unforgettable for a long time. And this requires the voice of the singer, the posture of the dancer..."

"Stop, stop, stop." Zhong Jinwei directly stopped Wen Yuren's tirade that was about to start, Wen Yuren was stunned, and looked at Zhong Jinwei.

Zhong Jinwei didn't want to waste his saliva, and told him directly: "I don't care if I know art or not, I just ask for one thing. Your songs can make people cry, and your dance can make people feel emotional. It doesn't matter whether the audience or audience understands art. They donate money, this is what you have to do, and it is also the highest level you have to achieve!"

After Zhong Jinwei finished speaking, seeing that Wen Yuren was still there in a daze, he reminded him: "If you can't sing or dance to this effect, I suggest you go to a refugee camp to experience their plight, and get rid of the feeling of helplessness." Engraved in your bones, at that time you will feel the gap."

The Dongchang servants listened to Zhong Jinwei teaching Wen Yuren a lesson, and all of them gloated.Let you be able to eat flat.

Zhong Jinwei watched the singing and dancing, and felt a little disappointed. He remembered what Wen Yuren said when he was rushing to the team just now, that Wu Bing was selecting candidates, so he said to Wen Yuren: "Is your Wangnian friend selecting candidates? Take me to see look."

Wen Yuren didn't hear Wen Yuren's answer, Zhong Jinwei repeated it again, Wen Yuren nodded, and took Zhong Jinwei to another courtyard.On the road, it seemed a little lost.

Zhong Jinwei couldn't bear to see it, he was an uncle in his fifties, so it was a bit too much for him to speak so directly.

A group of people soon came to the courtyard where Wu Bing lived, and there was also a platform here.An elegant man in his 30s with a long beard under his forehead was sitting in front of the stage watching the people on the stage walk, and several people surrounded him and said something to him.

Hearing the voice coming in from here, the elegant man did not turn around, but was still looking at the walkers on the stage seriously.The other staff turned around and found that it was Feng Luan who led Uncle Zhongxing over. They all put aside the people who were crowding around and came to greet him.

Such a big movement naturally startled this refined man, and he turned around. After being reminded by the person beside him that it was Uncle Zhongxing who was ordered to check on the guidance of public opinion, he also quickly saluted Zhong Jinwei: "Your Majesty, Jiangxi Tixue Deputy Envoy Wu Bing, meet Uncle Zhongxing."

Zhong Jinwei liked Wu Bing's appearance as an intellectual, and he asked, "Are you the opera master that Wen Fengluan said?"

"Don't dare to do it, don't dare to do it." Wu Bing said with habitual humility, and after he finished speaking, he glanced at his friend and found that Wen Yuren's expression was a little bit wrong, but he didn't ask, guessing that there might be problems in composing music or choreographing.

"What are you doing now?" Zhong Jinwei asked Wu Bingdao.

"The lower officials are selecting female opera singers."

"Oh, how did you choose?" Zhong Jinwei asked curiously.

Seeing that Zhong Jinwei paid attention to this, Wu Bing introduced: "The first thing to choose a candidate is to choose someone who walks gracefully, with one step and three shakes, which can best reflect the beauty of femininity."

When Zhong Jinwei heard this, he disagreed, and asked, "Don't you just look at your face?"

Wu Bing chuckled: "The face is the basic requirement, and this is the walking posture after that."

No, breasts should be the next one. Later generations seem to judge beauties like this, Zhong Jinwei thought secretly.

Zhong Jinwei wanted to judge whether the actress Wu Bing was choosing was beautiful, so he looked up at the girl standing on the stage.After looking at it, Zhong Jinwei suddenly understood: the ancients wore Hanfu layer by layer, which looked luxurious, but the curve of the chest could not be highlighted. No wonder people in the Ming Dynasty did not use their breasts as a feminine beauty ugly judging criteria.

Wu Bing introduced there again: "So the lower officials first selected those women whose feet had been bound to come for a walk."

"What, wait, you said that all these women have their feet bound?" Zhong Jinwei was very sensitive when he heard the word "foot bound", and asked quickly.

"Yes! I don't know why Uncle Zhongxing was surprised?" Wu Bing was a little puzzled.

"You guys, aren't you too perverted! Choose people with bound feet to walk, their feet are bound like pig's trotters, and let them come out to act, suffer!" Zhong Jinwei complained dissatisfied.

Wu Bing is a little confused, is it abnormal to bind feet?So he asked Zhong Jinwei, "I don't know why Uncle Zhongxing said that those who bind their feet will be punished and perverted? What other pig's trotters are there? I really don't understand."

"I bound my feet when I was a little girl, and bound them so hard that the bound feet deformed and turned into pig's trotters. Don't you think it's abnormal?" Zhong Jinwei spoke with a hint of anger.

Wu Bing was startled when he heard this, and then said hastily: "Uncle Zhong Xing was thinking wrong, these women's foot bindings only restrained their feet a little bit, so that they could naturally reflect the beauty of femininity when walking, and would not deform their feet. "

All the people around nodded, indicating that Deputy Envoy Tixue was right.

"Of course, there may be very few people who have their feet deformed for their own extreme aesthetic concepts. Maybe there are some." Seeing Zhong Jinwei asking this question, Wu Bing was angry, thinking that Zhong Jinwei had seen such a person , added.

Zhong Jinwei was startled when he heard that, the bound feet were not what he imagined, so why later generations saw the bound feet were all pig's trotters, and it also explained that it was bound like this in the dynasty.

Zhong Jinwei thought of what he had thought before, the idea that people in the Ming Dynasty had the same appreciation for feet as people in later generations have for breasts, and suddenly realized.

Zhong Jinwei thought that the aesthetics of women's feet in the Ming Dynasty was similar to the aesthetics of breasts in later generations.In later generations, flat breasts were called airports. No matter how beautiful the face of such a woman is, it is a pity; and the women of the Ming Dynasty have big feet, which cannot reflect the beauty of femininity and softness when walking, which is also a pity for the women of the Ming Dynasty.

Women of later generations, with small breasts, wanted to use breast coverings to hold them up, or add breast pads to increase the curve of the breasts; Ming Dynasty women, with big feet, naturally wanted to use foot wraps to make them smaller. Maybe the high heels of later generations developed slowly from this.

There are also perverted people in later generations who like breasts with G cups or higher cups; in the Ming Dynasty, there were people who perverted their feet wrapped in death, wrapped them into cripples, and turned into pig's trotters, which is understandable.Of course, these types of people, whether in the Ming Dynasty or later generations, are a very small number of people.

It is estimated that after the Qing Dynasty, the Tartars felt that women with pig's feet could not run away, not only would they not rebel, but they would also drag their family members from rebelling, so they encouraged this perverted foot-binding behavior, and eventually evolved into "pig's feet" all over the world. The situation was planted on the Ming Dynasty's head again, making people mistakenly think that all Ming Dynasty people are so perverted.

After thinking about this, Zhong Jinwei felt very happy. He had been brooding over the binding of the Ming Dynasty's feet, but now he finally untied the string.

Wu Bing saw that Zhong Jinwei had been in a daze, his face uncertain.I was a little worried, and even called a few times, but there was no response.Wen Yuren was also shocked by the news that Wu Bing called Zhong Jinwei, and turned back his thoughts to look at Zhong Jinwei: Could it be that Zhongxing Bo was enlightened by Shi Qu (Wu Bing's word)?Impossible, just now we were talking about women's foot binding!

Zhong Jinwei just figured out the matter of foot binding at this moment, and when he came back to his senses, he found that a group of people around him were staring at him worriedly, only then did he realize that he had lost his composure.So, he quickly changed the subject and said, "Is the candidate selected?"

"The election is underway, not yet decided." Seeing that Zhong Jinwei had returned to normal, Wu Bing replied with relief.

"Oh, then you can continue. By the way, can you show me your script?" Zhong Jinwei wanted to check the level of everyone in the script that Wen Yuren said.

"Uncle Zhongxing still knows opera?" Wu Bing was a little surprised when he heard that Zhong Jinwei wanted to read the script. Is Uncle Zhongxing still a fellow?

Wu Bing, a famous opera writer in the late Ming Dynasty, was captured for resisting the Qing Dynasty and died of a hunger strike.