Raising the Demon

Chapter 161
Zi Baifeng suddenly had a headache. This Yan Lao Wu, since he first came to Xiayan Village to be the village official, has not been very angry with himself. Since he became the village official, let him be the village official, so he respects himself. Two days later, now that he is the governor, he started to mock him again.

After taking a few glances at Yan Lao Wu, Zi Baifeng suddenly understood: "You want to be the village official!"

"Of course!" Yan Laowu quickly puffed up his chest, looked at Zi Baifeng expectantly, and hoped that Zi Baifeng would give him the seal of Xiangzheng soon.

"Your performance is not good now." Zi Baifeng shook his head, "I still need to see your performance."

Yan Lao Wu immediately smiled, and said: "My lord, what are your orders?" He looked like a dog's leg.

Yan Da, who was sitting next to him, turned his head away immediately. His father became an official fan when he was getting old. It was really embarrassing, but he turned his face and looked back. Isn't it your own?
Seeing that both the old and the first middle school were blinking at him, Zi Baifeng immediately rolled his eyes. In fact, Yan Lao Wu is really the right person in his mind, because Yan Lao Wu can carry out the work without compromise. His own intentions will not let his own intentions fail, and it is really difficult for others to reassure him.

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

"Spring is here, and our Xiayan Village is now different from before. Don't you think that our ancestral hall should be rebuilt?" Yan Laowu smiled, "Dafu also said that now we can only build a new village in Xiayan Village. It is the largest village of the Yan family, and it is only natural for us to rebuild the ancestral hall."

Zi Baifeng always felt that things were not that simple. Thinking about it carefully, does this mean that Yan Dafu knew that he did not have enough authority, so he simply gave Yan Laowu the status of "Clan Head of the Yan Clan" with both hands?

Rebuilding the ancestral hall, even if it is repairing, should be done by Yan Village, which is the main village. Now it has become Xiayan Village, which shows that the center of gravity of the entire Yan family has completely shifted.

"Did Fu not hit you?"

"How can it be!"

Zi Baifeng could only spread his hands and said: "Then let's do it. Anyway, Xiayan Village's family has only those, and they are all ruined. Don't make me cry poorly."

Yan Laowu went happily.

In the early spring, Xiayan Village's early crops have shown signs of maturity. Seeing that the early crops are harvested now, and there is still a chance to plant another season of spring crops, the entire Xiayan Village is actually very busy, but rebuilding the ancestral hall Such a thing, but it still aroused [-]% of the action of everyone. Every morning, when Zi Baifeng took the boat to Mengcheng, he could also see the villagers in the village busy.

Before Zi Baifeng boarded the boat this morning, he was stopped by Yan Lao Wu, who was going to the city to find a theater troupe.

Who would have thought that at night, Yan Lao Wu would follow Zi Baifeng back with a sigh.

The harvest in Mengcheng has been so poor in the past two years, how can anyone have spare money for entertainment?The several teams that were active in Mengcheng before have all dispersed now, going back to their respective homes, or wandering around the world.

"You might as well go to my aunt for help." Zi Baifeng felt that Yan Laowu was riding a donkey to find a donkey, and in this entertainment circle, he must find people in the circle anyway.

In Zi Baifeng's view, the big drama in Xiayan Village can be turned into a cultural event in Jiuyan Township and even Mengcheng. When material is scarce, it is also a good way to find ways to enrich spiritual life. At least many negative thoughts can be dispelled.

Thinking of this, Zi Baifeng also paid attention to it, and took Yan Laowu back to find Hong Guniang. After saying this, Hong Guniang immediately agreed.Zi Baifeng also patted his chest and decided to subsidize Yanlao Wu o'clock. The original three-day drama was changed 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 was worried that Red Guniang was running around by herself, so he requisitioned Zi Baifeng's koi cloud boat, and took Hongguniang to run around the city, looking for fanciers and troupe members. It took half a month. Only then did a grass-roots team be set up.

Zi Baifeng took a look at these people, but he was really a grass-roots team.

The old beggar in patchwork clothes played the erhu, the oily butcher played the sheng, the doll with a runny nose played the suona, the blind man played the drum, the lame played the board, and the bearded man babbled and played the trick, singing Tsing Yi, Xiaosheng It looks like he can be an old student, but the old student has pockmarks on his face and looks like a painted face.

Seeing Zi Baifeng, this group of people knelt on the ground in a mess, and there were all kinds of names. Zi Baifeng didn't know how to encourage them for a while.

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

The old man shrugged, he didn't know if it would work, anyway, his sister chose the rest, so he could only trust them.

After pulling seven or eight fanciers to play tricks, one board was pulled up, the tattered box was opened, and the musty-smelling costumes were put on, many of which had holes in them. A few peasant women washed, washed and repaired together, and finally put the costumes in order.

Yan Laowu took Ding Zhuang from the village and set up a stage directly at the entrance of the village. The stage was set up very carefully and was very spacious. Obviously, Yan Laowu had high hopes for this big show.

After two nights, this morning, the Grass Stage team drew up the facial makeup, babbled and lost their voice for a while, and then started an audition.

With the melancholy sound of the erhu, singing begins as soon as a play is played, with every move, every move, every frown and smile, 72 kinds of martial arts, various singing styles, flowing clouds and water sleeves...

Zi Baifeng really didn't expect such a grass-roots team to have such superb skills. Although the cutscenes were a little unskilled and the tricks were a bit messy, Zi Baifeng saw a little bit of meaning.

However, after watching it for a while, Zi Baifeng gradually felt something was wrong, he pulled the fascinated old man who was listening beside him, and asked, "Father, what is the name of this play?"

"This play is called "The Demon King Snatches a Marriage." It was Hong Guniang who answered him.

"The demon king snatches a marriage?" Zi Baifeng was stunned for a moment, then quickly moved a stool and sat down, watching carefully.

There are no scripts for these operas, and almost all rely on the master to teach the apprentices, and pass them down orally from generation to generation.

This kind of evolution from generation to generation, I don’t know how much it has changed, but the story is basically the same. It is said that in a place called Jinjiagou, a demon king emerged and robbed a human woman. The story of the husband who went to the mountains to kill demons, but was forced to leave his hometown.

After the performance of the play was over, everyone discussed it and discussed it, and then started to play again, and the next one was "Flight from the Wilderness".

After a few dramas, Zi Baifeng was overwhelmed. He originally thought that Huagu singing like Jinyang song was all that was left over, but who would have thought that such dramas would still be handed down.

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

"What about other plays?" Zi Baifeng asked hastily.

"My senior brother has learned five major operas, but the others have been taken into the coffin by my master." He sighed for a while when he said this.

"Then what about your senior brother?" Zi Baifeng asked hastily.

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

"Is there anyone else in Mengcheng who knows other plays?" Zi Baifeng watched a few plays, and found that two of them were related to the Demon King.

"No, my master was the pillar of the world-famous Zhujia troupe back then. Later, my master got old and was kicked out by the theater troupe, so he adopted me and my senior brother. These plays are all passed down by my master. Yes, except for my master, no one else will."

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

The information about the Demon King is so old that it is difficult to find it, and it is difficult to find even a little bit of clues.

Even if you know, what can you do?

Could the endless desert of death really be something he could resist?

The big play in Xiayan Village sang for nine days.

During the preparations, rehearsals and auditions two days ago, many villagers came all the way to watch, fascinated.When the performance officially started, the area from Xiayan village entrance to Jiuyan town was almost full of people. Standing at the back of the crowd, looking at the stage in front, I am afraid that only faint figures could be seen, even the lyrics They couldn't even hear them, but these people still refused to leave, and they were stubbornly guarding their places, even holding back their urine.

Zi Baifeng dispatched a large number of people to maintain order. When there were too many people, those who played tricks and played tricks, and the rascals also came. Anyone who makes trouble or steals while there are many people will not be tolerated.

It wasn't just the villagers who came to see the big show, Zi Baifeng had the tiles in his hand, so no matter how deep those people hid, he could find them.

Almost all the township officials from Mengcheng came, some of them came openly, some of them came secretly.Almost all the dignified people in Mengcheng also came, taking four or five house slaves to occupy the place and help to serve them.Even the master came to listen for a day and a half wearing a low-brimmed hat, then shook his head, sang the opera and left.

But Zi Baifeng never expected that another person would come to this place.

Zi Baifeng hesitated for a long time, whether to show up, to meet this person, and the day before the end of the drama, Zi Baifeng finally made a decision.

When everyone gathered in front of the stage to listen to the opera, Zi Baifeng stood under a tree at the entrance of the village, looked up at the top of the big tree, cupped his hands lightly, and said, "Since the inspector is here, why don't you give me a hand?" In the next thin noodles, let me show the friendship of the landlord?"

The tree was very quiet, as if there was no one there, but Zi Baifeng lost his nerve.

　It turns out that there are still a lot of troubles after getting married... This chapter is updated late, sorry.

　　
　
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