Chapter 154 Rehearsal Begins
Jiang Bailing had long thrown aside the messy speculations in his heart, and even secretly complained about himself in his heart. It turned out that he had seen too many dark things, and when he occasionally glimpsed a little light, he would suspect whether it was a hunter's trap.
Fortunately, this time she led the Jiang family troupe to make the right bet, or perhaps the old troupe leader's spirit was blessing them in the afterlife.
She looked at Cui Qingyi standing in front of everyone, listened carefully to her talk about the history of Qinqiang, and a sense of heroism arose in her heart.
Maybe this time she can really recreate the glory of the Jiang family.
After introducing the origin and history of Qinqiang, Cui Qingyi distributed several opera scripts that she had memorized before. She felt a little embarrassed.
Nowadays, there are not many types of opera popular in Dajin, especially in the southern region, which are mostly narrative minor tunes. The tunes are slowly told with the help of instruments, and there are rarely very exaggerated expressions. Even the performance of tragic suffering is done with a little effort.
As for the dialogue and singing, they often contain dialects, which are easy to understand and humorous.
But Qinqiang is different. The singing style of Qinqiang is mainly composed of "Bangziqiang". The music of Qinqiang is divided into two types: happy and sad. The former is mainly used to express happy emotions, while the latter is used to express sad and desolate emotions.
As for the Qinqiang performance, it is also very northern in style: rough, bold, exaggerated, and full of life.
But no matter how much you say, for people like Jiang Bailing who have been studying drama since childhood but are not very literate, it is better to actually perform a piece. They will naturally understand the Qinqiang singing style and techniques from your demonstration.
In short, they have their own way of learning.
Facing the eager eyes of the crowd, Cui Qingyi closed her eyes and mustered up her courage. After all, she had often hummed along with the opera troupe when she was a child, so it was no big deal if she just performed a few lines now.
If we talk about Qinqiang alone, people may not have much feeling, but if you mention some of the famous Qinqiang songs, I believe that many people will immediately have memories of it in their minds, such as "The Yang Family Generals", "Three Sisters Teaching Their Sons", "Three Drops of Blood" and "The Case of the Chopping of the Beauty", which are all very famous Qinqiang pieces.
Cui Qingyi coughed lightly and improvised the most tear-jerking part of Yang's Family Generals.
Her singing voice is not very standard, but the memories of home hidden deep in her soul quickly awaken the moment she opens her mouth. In just a short passage, she perfectly presents the singing, reciting, acting, fighting, hand, eye, body and footwork.
This is a performance form that is completely different from southern opera. At first, Jiang Bailing frowned because of the first sentence Cui Qingyi said. She felt that Cui Zhanggui's performance was not standard, but as Cui Qingyi gradually got into the state, Jiang Bailing also slowly became serious.
After singing opera for so many years, she could actually see that Manager Cui was a complete layman when it came to singing opera, but it was very rare for a layman to achieve this level.
After waiting for the song to finish, Cui Qingyi looked at Jiang Bailing. She knew that the one with the best basic skills in the Jiang family troupe was the troupe leader Jiang Bailing.
Jiang Bailing did not disappoint Cui Qingyi's expectations. She stepped forward and walked towards the center position in front. Perhaps because of her expertise, the moment Jiang Bailing stood here, her whole state changed completely. The moment she opened her mouth, Cui Qingyi knew that the matter was settled.
She only sang once, and Jiang Bailing perfectly replicated her singing voice, expression, and stage steps, even more smoothly than her, as if it was Jiang Bailing herself who was standing in the stage watching the show, not her, Cui Qingyi.
“Pah pah pah pah…”
Cui Qingyi raised her hands and applauded. She did not hide her admiration for Jiang Bailing at all, and she did not mind at all that the Jiang family knew that she, the shopkeeper, was just an outsider.
She looked at Jiang Bailing sincerely and said, "Master Jiang is indeed the successor chosen by the old master. He is truly amazing. I am a complete novice when it comes to opera performances. For the time being, I will hand over the script to Master Jiang. There are many areas that require Master Jiang's guidance and refinement."
Jiang Bailing wanted to refuse politely, but when she looked at Cui Qingyi's sincere eyes, she knew that Manager Cui was not just being polite. Since he had hired them and invested a lot of money in them before they even started performing on stage, she couldn't hold Manager Cui back.
Having said that, during the Jiang family troupe's rehearsal, Cui Qingyi did not leave but watched from the side so that she could correct any non-standard performances in time.
After all, she once wrote a graduation thesis of more than 100,000 words based on Qinqiang performances. Even if she can't sing, she can still tell where others' singing is wrong.
It is a pleasure to work with people who are professional and can listen to what others say. The rehearsals of the Jiang family troupe went very smoothly.
Lu Family Clinic.
Mao Lin could no longer lie in bed, so she took Mao Ya to find Doctor Lu who was picking medicinal herbs.
"Doctor Lu, thank you for your care over the past few days. I'm almost recovered from my illness, and it's not good for me to stay here all the time. Please tell me the address of the Cui family, and I'll take Maoya there right away."
Doctor Lu didn't even look up when he heard this. "She's a famous person in Dongping County. There's a Cui's Girls' School behind the county government office that she founded. Just go straight out and when you come to a bend, just ask passersby for directions to the girls' school."
Although Doctor Lu was reluctant to see Mao Lin and the other two leave, he certainly had no other thoughts. The Cui family was very generous in giving Mao Lin money while she was staying here. This one patient alone was worth his income from seven or eight days of medical consultation.
This wasn't to say he was a black-hearted doctor who only cared about making money. It was simply that he was old and his energy was waning, and the sheer number of patients was a real headache. Mao Lin and Mao Ya weren't lazy people living in the clinic. Except for the first few days when their illnesses were severe, after they started to get better, they would occasionally help him with the chores of collecting herbs and grinding them. He was content and relaxed.
When this person left, he not only lost the money he earned, but he also lost his free medicine boy.
Cui Qingyi has been at Jinxiufang these days, and only Konjac and Aunt Qin are in the girls' school.
Seeing that he was indeed well, Konjac took him directly to the inn and settled him in with the Jiang family. Mao Lin had been kicked out for being sick before, and he was unconscious with a high fever, but Mao Ya had a deep memory of it.
So when Mao Ya walked into the inn again, she was tense all over and could only lean on Mao Lin to feel less scared.
The waiter was still the same waiter, but he was completely different from the cold-faced man before. He warmly and considerately accommodated them in the guest rooms on the first floor, as if they were first-time guests.
After watching the two settle in, Konjac gave them a few instructions: "You should stay at the inn for the time being. The Jiang family troupe living next door will also perform at our teahouse in the future. Mao Leren will follow the Jiang family troupe to Jinxiufang tomorrow. Our girl will tell you what you need to do."
Mao Lin nodded very seriously.
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