Soon, the gong sound stopped, and the Yang family's housekeeper, Old Yang Hong, appeared with his grandson Xiao Mantang.

The next moment, a charming singing voice filled the entire room:

Old Yang Hong: Living to be a hundred years old is considered a blessing, the lady and I will build a birthday hall!

Xiao Mantang: Please take me to the birthday hall quickly, let me taste the birthday peaches and birthday cakes first.

Next is Mu Guiying: In the hall of happiness, the old lady is old and virtuous, and Tianbo Mansion celebrates her birthday with wealth, longevity and honor...

"Five Generations of Volunteering" is also known as "A Hundred Years in Command".

It tells the story of the rebellion of the Western Qiang during the Northern Song Dynasty. Marshal Yang Wenguang was trapped at the border. Meng Qiang broke through the siege and returned to the court to ask for reinforcements. The Ministry of War advocated peace, while the Yang family advocated war.

At that time, Lady She, who was 107 years old, was celebrating her birthday. After hearing about this, she immediately led her eight daughters-in-law, two daughters, granddaughter-in-law Mu Guiying, twelve widows, and great-grandchildren, five generations of people to the palace to volunteer, and then rushed to the battlefield, pacified the Western Qiang, and returned to the court victoriously.

The opening of "Five Generations of Volunteering" is to celebrate the 107th birthday of Mrs. She.

This is also the main reason why Fu Song chose this piece of music. Today is Mrs. Hua’s birthday, and the combination of the two is very appropriate.

Sure enough, as the wives of Yang Jiayilang, Yang Jiabalang, and Yang Jiayilang appeared one after another, not only Old Lady Hua, but also the other women who talked to her were attracted by the drama.

Finally, Mrs. She came on stage:

Old Lady She: Help me come here!

The whole family happily invited me to come, and I, Lady She, walked through the house and the courtyard to the front yard. All my children and grandchildren celebrated my birthday, and each of them was filled with joy.

…

I am one hundred and seventeen years old this year. My eyesight is not blurry and my ears are not deaf. My waist and legs are not sore. The late prince named me a longevity star.

The late prince named me a longevity star...Ah!

As soon as this classic line came out, Old Lady Hua could no longer hold back her applause.

When the whole play was over, the old lady was still a little unsatisfied. She gave Fu Song a thumbs up and said, "This story is good."

Fu Song smiled and said, "As long as grandma likes it."

Fu Song had completely expected that Mrs. Hua would approve of the play.

"Five Generations of Volunteering" may seem complicated, but the core is actually just one sentence: Women can hold up for half the day.

When most of the male members of the Yang family were killed in the battle, a 107-year-old old lady took a few widows and took the order to go to the battlefield and beat the Qiang people to a pulp. It was so exciting.

In addition, he had heard Tang Keke say that when Mrs. Hua's husband Tang Guangming passed away, Tang Jun was only 14 years old and not yet old enough to take on the responsibility of the Tang Group.

It was Old Lady Hua who personally took charge and became the president of Tang Group as a woman.

Under her iron fist, the Tang Group not only did not decline, but instead rose to a higher level, from an ordinary company to a business overlord by defeating all competitors.

Although the two stories are different, their themes are extremely similar, making them more likely to resonate with readers.

Old Madam Hua smiled and said, "I like it, how could I not like it? Xiao Fu, right? You are thoughtful.

I will definitely eat and drink well later and treat this place as my own home."

Fu Song nodded: "Okay, I won't be polite."

Seeing the old lady's excitement, the other women began to discuss the plot of the drama intentionally or unintentionally, and when they got excited, they laughed out loud.

Only Zhang Xinyuan's mother, Cai Qiurong, had a stiff expression.

Tang Keke pulled Fu Song aside and asked with a strange expression, "Did you really write "Five Generations of Volunteers"?"

Fu Song said, "Why? Do you doubt my ability? I can write a plot as complex as "Dying to Survive", so a short story like this shouldn't be a piece of cake for me."

Tang Keke glared at him and said, "Nonsense, do you really think I don't understand drama?

The difficulty of opera is not the plot, but the singing and lines.

Not to mention a layman, even a master of opera with decades of experience would find it extremely difficult to produce a good play."

Fu Song smiled and said, "Didn't I tell you? My grandfather is a fan of opera, and I learned it from him.

Don’t look at me as only in my twenties, but when it comes to opera, I’m also a veteran with fifteen years of experience.”

Fu Song did not lie about this.

Unlike "Dying to Survive", which he only watched once, Fu Song was so tired of listening to those classic songs under the influence of the old man's precious radio, the surface paint of which was worn off.

If it weren't for his bad voice, he could make money from this.

After finding out that there was no "Five Generations of Volunteering" in this world, Fu Song invited two opera composers, together with Yu Shengman, to compose the music in just one day.

After finding several senior opera workers to rehearse for a week, the play was finally released.

Seeing her grandmother's happy expression, Tang Keke stopped asking: "Okay, you're awesome, okay?"

To be honest, Fu Song's performance just now was completely beyond her expectations.

Because in Tang Keke's opinion, after she introduced Fu Song, given her grandmother's personality, she would most likely be disgusted with him.

Even if they don't despise him, at most they will ignore him and treat him as a transparent person.

She was ready to comfort him, but who knew...

Could it be that my understanding of grandma has been wrong all these years?

And Fu Song is the one who truly possesses the key to open the door to grandma's heart?

Maybe I shouldn't have stopped Fu Song from sending me the 200 yuan red envelope and the 50 yuan music box?

Shaking her head vigorously, Tang Keke quickly got rid of this terrible thought.

As for birthday gifts, it’s better to follow your own ideas.

Even if grandma doesn't mind Fu Song's gift, I can't accept it!

Just as he was thinking about it, the door suddenly opened and several young men walked in one after another.

Fu Song immediately saw two familiar faces: Zhang Xinyuan and Kang Zhengqi.

But at this moment, the two of them were not the focus. The real focus was the thin man in the front who looked like a bamboo pole.

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