The Mid-Autumn Festival is also the time for new plays to be performed. The theater is very busy now. In the past, only two shows were performed a day, but now there are four shows a day, two of which are new plays and two of which are old plays, which are performed in sequence. The theater manager is always recruiting new actors. Some of these people have a basic singing or dancing foundation, while others can't do anything. But it doesn't matter, they can learn. In history, the theater troupes have always been based on the model of apprenticeship. They can do the same here, letting the old actors choose apprentices. The talented ones will directly go on stage to play supporting roles, while those with less talent will start as chores.
Xiao Rong asked Nanyong whether they had any intention of cooperating with him. This was not entirely to cause trouble for the Nanyong court. His energy was limited, and the play he asked someone to write was not just for the people of Chenliu to watch.
I heard that recently there have been shops imitating theaters appearing outside. They also look for people to act, and the scripts are directly copied from "The Shrouded Body". Nowadays there is no such concept as copyright and plagiarism. If someone plays a piece of music, as long as you have the ability and can play it in the same way, no one will think there is anything wrong with it.
Xiao Rong even hoped that someone would perform "The Shrouded Corpse" all over the country, which would save him a lot of trouble.
This play has been performed for the sixth time today. In the first act, the mother died, and in the second act, the father died. These two acts left a trauma on many audiences. They suddenly remembered the names of the plays, which they had forgotten. Later, when they watched the third act, this group of people were nervous about every scene, fearing that another person would die.
But no one died in the third fold. Not only that, no one died in the fourth and fifth folds either.
In the second act, after their father died, the four brothers and sisters were heartbroken. The third and most timid brother even said that he wanted to go back and he didn't want to go on. The eldest and the second brother had always been at odds with each other, but they reached a consensus on this matter: they could not go back and they had to live.
The four siblings worked together to bury their father next to a tree. The youngest daughter even drew a mark on the tree, saying that she would come back to visit her father in the future. Her three brothers behind her were silent because they knew that they would probably never come back.
At this time, a new character appeared, an uncle from a neighboring village that they did not know. He counted their names and took away some of their surplus food. The hot-tempered Lao Er thought that the uncle was a bad guy and almost punched him. The barbarian robbery had just happened. The uncle also had a bad temper. He scolded Lao Er and left with the food. Thus, the second act ended.
At the third turn, the four siblings still followed the main group and moved forward numbly. The snow began to fall again, and there were many dangers along the way. Sometimes it was snow, sometimes it was bandits, and sometimes it was snow and bandits. Only the little daughter who knew nothing could remain calm, but her three brothers could not stand it. There was no end in sight for such days, and their food was getting less and less.
They encountered the Hu people again, and this time there were more of them than last time. They looked at this group of people hungrily. Even though this group of people were very poor, the Hu people would not let them go, because they had no food to eat. Killing them would mean another full meal.
At this extremely desperate moment, the uncle came back again. He gave each of the three brothers a sharpened stick, which was a weapon. The eldest brother was steady, but held the stick nervously. The second brother was radical. He held the stick and kept looking at the Hu people with a fierce look. The third brother was timid and he didn't dare to use the stick at all. So the uncle punched him hard and told him that no one would come to save them. If you don't fight, you will die, your brothers will die, and your sister will die. If you want to be afraid, wait until the battle is over!
The third brother looked at the uncle in a daze. He was still very scared, but he still took a defensive posture. Then there was another fierce battle. After a night, it was dawn and everyone collapsed to the ground. At this time, a voice came from a distance. The third brother asked them what they were shouting, panting. The uncle on the other side also answered him, panting, we won.
There was silence on the stage, and then there was cheering that broke through the sky. The three brothers cried for joy, and even the uncle wiped his face and revealed a vicissitudes of life smile. There was a noise in the distance again, and the three brothers listened calmly. In fact, the audience could not hear these noises at all, it was all presented by the actors.
The next second, the boss repeated it, Zhenbei Army.
The second brother said again, what they were shouting was that from now on we will be the Zhenbei Army.
The third brother was a little confused. Aren’t we... refugees? How did we become soldiers?
After he asked this question, the uncle suddenly burst into laughter and said, "No one protects us, so we protect ourselves. No one guards this land, so we guard our home ourselves. From now on, we are the Zhenbei Army!"
The three brothers were stunned for a moment, and then they also burst into laughter. There were corpses everywhere, and they couldn't even stand up. Several people laughed loudly in the midst of corpses. Such an outrageous scene made people feel that the haze had receded and the future was full of hope. ...
When the third act was performed, the Zhenbei Army was about to go out to war. Xiao Rong specially arranged this plot to mobilize everyone's enthusiasm and stabilize their hearts before the army set out.
The fourth and fifth acts after that do not have any exciting plots. In the fourth act, the Butewu tribe appears, and the youngest daughter makes friends with a woman of the Butewu tribe. In the fifth act, they arrive inside the Great Wall, and the eldest and the second oldest have a quarrel. The identity of the refugees becomes a problem again, and the people inside the Great Wall are not as friendly as those outside.
The sixth act, which was performed during the Mid-Autumn Festival, is probably the most heartwarming act in the play. Everyone settled down for a short time, and the three brothers worked together to build a thatched house. Because other things were not complete, only the youngest daughter lived in it on the first night, but the three brothers were very happy. Then something even happier happened. The eldest brother met a local woman while cutting thatch, and they fell in love with each other and got married. Nothing bad happened from beginning to end, and the smiles on people's faces never disappeared.
Xiao Rong was watching the stage with the same fascination as everyone else. He had only read the script, but the feeling of the actors' performance was completely different from that in the script.
When this scene was over, Xiao Rong left with the others. When passing by a table, Xiao Rong called out in surprise, "Yaozu?"
Zhao Xingzong: “…”
Zhao Xingzong, who had been feeling very happy, suddenly became unhappy.
He no longer corrected how others addressed him, but stood up with a bitter face: "Mr. Xiao, Mr. Song."
Xiao Rong introduced Zhang: "This is General Jian's wife."
Zhao Xingzong quickly saluted: "Mrs. Jian."
Zhang returned the greeting.
Xiao Rong looked at him with a sense of wonder: "Every time a new play comes out, you are the first one to come and watch it. Do you like this play so much?"
Zhao Xingzong scratched his head embarrassedly: "Although the lines are a bit colloquial, the plot development really attracted me. It happened that Mr. Xiao gave everyone a day off today, so I rushed over to queue up."
Xiao Rong smiled and said, "Thank you for your hard work."
Zhao Xingzong: "It's not hard at all. Today's scene is so heartwarming that it will make me happy for several days after I return home."
Xiao Rong chuckled. He was of course happy that someone liked this work. However, looking at the satisfied smile on Zhao Xingzong's face, Xiao Rong pondered for a moment and reminded him: "In this case, I suggest you don't watch the next 70% discount. Just stay here. This is for your own good."
Zhao Xingzong: “…………”
After saying that, Xiao Rong left, and Zhao Xingzong had a look on his face as if he had been struck by lightning. Now he couldn't even enjoy those few days of happiness.
Song Ruo glanced at Xiao Rong who was smiling, and said bluntly: "You did it on purpose."
Xiao Rong shrugged, "Who made me suspicious for so long? I'm not that happy, why should he be happier than me?"
Song Shuo: "..." Small-minded.
In the palace, Chen was cooking busily, and the other cooks were helping her. Gao Xunzhi was also busy decorating the front hall. Xiao Rong said that everyone should have a reunion dinner together tonight, and Gao Xunzhi was calculating how many chairs to move out.
Agusega was also busy in the kitchen. Their Butewu tribe also has special delicacies, but the guards returned the things bought by Xiao Rong and the others. Agusega threw down the still alive fish, wiped her hands, and then looked at the things that belonged to Danran.
A moment later, she returned to the backyard with the ready-made clothes. Compared with the hustle and bustle in front, it was so quiet here that there was not even the sound of birds. Agusega pushed open the door and saw Sang Yan sitting in the corner, grinding herbs repeatedly.
Walking in front of Sang Yan, Agusega showed her the dress: "Look, Xiao Rong bought it for Dan Ran."
Sang Yan took a look and then continued grinding the herbs.
Agusega was silent for a moment, then asked, "Today is Mid-Autumn Festival, one of the most important festivals for you people in the Central Plains. If you are willing to spend it with Danran, she will be very happy."
Sang Yan slowed down the grinding of the herbs, then returned to her normal speed.
Because she hadn't spoken for a long time, her voice was hoarse: "She will know in the future that she is truly happy without me."
Aguseka knew this would be the result, so she turned around and left, and the sound of the rollers behind her gradually disappeared.
People in the Central Plains do attach great importance to the Mid-Autumn Festival, but it is rare for someone to celebrate it as grandly as Xiao Rong did and to invite everyone to have dinner together.
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