She giggled so hard that she fell on the table.
Suddenly, there was a sound of humming an opera coming from behind. There was no one there except us, the skinny old man who owned the food stall.
Although I couldn't understand the words the thin old man hummed, the tune was very catchy, just like speaking allegro, the style was lively, rough and catchy.
At this time, Sai Xishi next to me also hummed a few lines, and her humming was even better.
The thin old man immediately said happily: "Yo! This tune is authentic! I didn't expect you, girl, to sing the old triangle opera!"
Sai Xishi smiled: "Thank you, old man. I just have a brief understanding."
The old man shook his hands and sang again, and Sai Xishi immediately picked up the song.
I didn't understand it at all, so I asked them what kind of show it was.
Sai Xishi explained that this is called Mu Opera, commonly known as Triangle Opera, or Bamboo Horse Opera. It is basically invisible now. It is considered a local opera in Laochun'an. In the past, three people usually sang during performances, so it was called Triangle Opera.
Sai Xishi also said that the section the old man sang to her was called "The Story of Blood Bamboo Shoots". The plot was about a down-and-out scholar named Li Xiaotian who went to steal bamboo shoots from other people's fields at night to satisfy his hunger. As a result, he happened to see the village woman Zhang in the bamboo forest. Li Xiaotian had an affair with a wild man, and then the wild man teamed up with Zhang to kill Li Xiaotian with rocks.
A month later, the host came to collect bamboo shoots in the field and unexpectedly dug up a blood-red "blood bamboo shoot". Even the most knowledgeable old man in the village had never seen this kind of blood bamboo shoot. Later, the matter was reported to the corrupt official. In the ears of County Magistrate Zhao, County Magistrate Zhao thought that the blood bamboo shoots were some kind of natural treasure, so he forcibly snatched them and took them for himself.
The truth turned out to be that the bloody bamboo shoots were the soul of Li Xiaotian. Unwilling to reconcile, he possessed the body of Magistrate Zhao. From then on, Magistrate Zhao's personality changed drastically. The orderly management of the county's people's livelihood was loved by the people. After hearing about this, Prince Yan decided to be lenient and allowed him to resurrect his body and live for twenty years in the body of County Magistrate Zhao so that he could provide for his old mother until she died.
In the past, such superstitious plays have always been restricted, and now many similar old plays have been completely lost. Therefore, young people like Sai Xishi can play such lost old plays, which attracted the attention of the thin old man. Beautiful women like Sai Xishi who can speak and sing were definitely courtesans in the past.
"Uncle, come and sit down and have a drink together."
"No, how can I be so embarrassed?"
"Anyway, there's no business at this point, so come on."
"Then... let's just take two bites?"
I drank cheap and low-quality liquor, but paired it with the authentic hard dish called Langli Baitiao. One sip of wine and two bites of food, it was very enjoyable.
"Uncle, which village are you from?"
"Me, I used to be from Fude Village."
Note that he actually said "endowed virtue" at first, but I mistakenly thought it became "enriched virtue".
I nodded: "Fude Village is good. Now the economy of that harbor town in Fude is developing very well."
The old man immediately shook his head: "Young man, the Fude Village you are talking about is the village that was relocated 60 years ago. I am talking about the old Fude Village before. The wealth and virtues given have long since sunk into the river."
I suddenly realized: "Oh, this means I am ignorant."
Perhaps the old man is nostalgic. When we talked about the old village, he kept telling me how great the old village was back then. Soon, I caught a key word from what he said.
"Fu De Pagoda."
Out of instinctive professional sensitivity, I subconsciously asked about the specific details of this old Fude Pagoda.
After two glasses of wine, the old man started talking. He said: "That pagoda is amazing. I even climbed it when I was a child! The pagoda is fifteen meters high! It is five meters wide! It was built by a high-ranking official in the late Ming Dynasty!" "
"Young man, I'm telling you something. When I was a kid, my mother told me that there were 100,800 taels of silver hidden in the tower. They were hidden in several large vats. They were all high-quality snowflake official silver. This matter It’s absolutely true. Just one month before the dam released floods, I still clearly remember that some comrades engaged in cultural relics work came to the village to investigate the pagoda.”
I frowned, thinking that this old man was too drunk to brag to me.
One hundred and eight hundred taels of snowflake silver?
What a concept, if converted according to the currency measurement of the Ming Dynasty, it would be more than three tons! In a brick tower in a small village, I believe that any landowner in the past could hide a hundred and eighty taels of silver, more than three tons. That is unrealistic.
"Uncle, what is the name of the high official who built the pagoda? Do you know?"
"Then who knows? I only heard the old man say that the tower was built by Mr. Fang, but in the past there were not even 10,000 but 8,000 people named Fang in our area."
I frowned, and suddenly I remembered a name I had read in the county annals of the Qing Dynasty.
This matter...
A bad thing might actually be true.
