At this time, the clown on the stage left the stage, the gong sounded again, and a middle-aged man wearing a soft-footed hat and a green robe came on stage.
He hurried to the center of the stage, muttering to himself as he walked, saying that he was a tailor and was so busy making clothes for people that he didn't even have time to go to the toilet. He finally found a free moment to go out.
After finishing a series of lines, the tailor took off the tape measure hanging around his neck, hung it on a low wooden beam in the toilet, then squatted down as if taking off his pants, with a look of finally relaxing on his face. The image was so realistic that it caused laughter from the audience.
Gao Yanei stuffed a piece of meat into his mouth and said to Zhang Shixun with a smile, "This shit joke is quite fresh. I haven't seen it before."
Zhang Shixun frowned: "Then concentrate on watching and put the food aside for now."
"It's just acting, not real shitting, so it won't make me unable to eat meat." Gao Yanei didn't care and watched while eating.
Zhang Shixun was not as thick-skinned as him. Hearing him talking about "taking a shit" and "eating meat", he couldn't help but feel nauseous.
The man on the stage finished defecating, pulled up his pants with satisfaction and left the stage.
Then, a burly man strode onto the stage. He was dressed like a soldier and walked to the center of the stage. He laughed loudly and gruffly. Then he pretended to take off his pants with exaggerated movements. After squatting down, he shouted in a long voice, "Great! Great... Great!"
Someone in the audience shouted in a strange voice: "Zei Peijun, you are so straightforward, how many days have you not taken a shit?"
There was a burst of laughter and whistles from the audience.
At this time, another person appeared on the stage. The audience looked closely and found that it was the tailor who had left earlier and had returned.
The tailor stuck his head into the toilet and saw a soldier inside. He was so scared that he retracted his head and muttered a few lines, which roughly meant: He didn't dare to go in because the soldier was there, but the ruler was his work tool and he had to get it back.
So the tailor put his head in again, hoping that the soldier would finish his business soon.
After the soldier shouted "That feels great" a few times, he started to "grunt and cough" again, as if he had difficulty defecating.
Just as he was exerting himself with a flushed face, he saw the tailor peeking in. He could not help but get furious and shouted, "You thief, why are you sneaking around and watching me poop?"
Hearing this, the tailor had no choice but to walk into the toilet and said tremblingly: "I'm not peeping at you pooping, I'm..."
"I clearly saw you peeking at me furtively, do you think I'm a fool?" the soldier asked harshly with a ferocious look.
The tailor shuddered with fear, looked at the ruler hanging on the low wooden beam, rubbed his toes and said, "I...I need a ruler."
"You... want to eat?" The soldier was startled, then scolded with a smile: "If you want to eat, you have to wait until grandpa finishes pooping before eating..."
There was an uproar in the audience, and everyone almost fell down laughing.
Gao Yanei laughed so hard that he was out of breath, holding his stomach and almost dying of laughter. He patted Zhang Shixun's leg and said, "I'm dying of laughter, I'm dying of laughter."
"Just laugh if you want to, why are you patting my leg?" Zhang Shixun pushed his hand away, but was also amused by the joke. Although the subject matter was vulgar, the joke was well delivered.
Next came several acrobatic performances, including one who carried a pot on his head, told jokes, sang little songs, and so on.
Nearing halftime, a small gong sounded "dangdang", with a brisk rhythm and lasting for a long time, almost as long as a cup of tea.
Immediately afterwards, rapid music sounded, accompanied by the dense sound of gongs and drums, and a slim woman appeared lightly on the stage.
She was seen with a veil on her face and colorful ribbons fluttering around her body, dancing gracefully like clouds in the sky, spinning one after another, with her skirt spinning like a wheel... The audience below was mesmerized by the performance, even Zhang Shixun from later generations was fascinated.
The music on the stage gradually slowed down, and the rapid sound of gongs and drums gradually faded away. The woman spun and disappeared behind the scenes, and the music and gongs and drums stopped abruptly.
After waiting for a long time, the audience finally woke up from their trance and cheers and whistles rang out.
Gao Yanei took a big bite of meat and muttered, "Hu Xuan's dance is not good. She only shows a section of her calf. It's boring. It's not as interesting as the shit-eating part just now."
Damn! That's disgusting.
Zhang Shixun cursed inwardly and didn't want to pay any attention to him.
"Mrs. Ding is about to appear." Gao Yanei said unclearly while chewing beef with his cheeks puffed out.
"How do you know?" Zhang Shixun was cheered up and looked towards the stage.
A few extras were moving stools onto the stage, and a few musicians came out with their instruments.
Look closely at the musical instruments in their hands, there are erhu, pipa, drums and gongs, etc.
"The musicians are on stage, and it's time for Madam Ding to come out." Gao Yanei swallowed the beef in his mouth, felt thirsty, picked up the teapot and poured a glass of water.
Sure enough, after several musicians sat down, the cloud board sounded, and accompanied by the music, Ding Dusai flashed out from the backstage with delicate steps. Her graceful figure was like flowing clouds and running water, swaying gracefully, her dancing green sleeves were like feathered clothes in the clouds, and her beautiful eyes were like water.
As soon as he appeared on stage, there was thunderous applause from the audience.
"He's already cheering before he even starts singing." Zhang Shixun stared at Ding Dusai on the stage, muttering, "He's worthy of being the mainstay of the stage."
"This is called showing support. Madam Ding is famous in Beijing, and there are many people who support her." Gao Yanei spat out the melon seed shells in his mouth and shouted Madam Ding's name at the top of his voice.
Ding Dusai bowed several times to the audience in an elegant manner, waved his sleeves lightly, and the music slowly sounded, and the audience suddenly became quiet.
Zhang Shixun felt familiar with the music on the stage, but before he could figure out what it was, the prelude was over and Ding Dusai's singing echoed in the lotus shed.
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