The common people of the Central Plains have a habit.
As long as the people can survive and accumulate a little wealth, the village will try to raise funds to build temples and theaters in the village.
Farming society is based on agriculture, and the farming society respects "family farming and reading". The family has three or two sections of thin land, and the house has the sound of reading loudly. It is best to be a scholar, a scholar, etc., to seek fame, that is, the ancestors have accumulated bad virtues. The children and grandchildren of future generations have spiritual manifestations, and they are always from good families.
Thousands of years of tradition have been deeply rooted in the hearts of ordinary people.
To evaluate the quality of a village, the size of the village temple and the quality of the stage are the most convincing buildings.
Temple fairs and stages are centers for gathering people, inheriting humanities, and promoting education in small-scale peasant societies.
Without the stage, it would be too monotonous to just spend time with the wife and children on the hot bed.
Even when the Japanese came, they still maintained this custom.
If a village could invite a famous opera troupe to perform for three or two days, even the little devils in the blockhouses would come to join in the fun.
Participating in temple fairs and watching plays are rare opportunities for people to gather and have fun all year round.
And even women who are less visible can go to the theater confidently.
Singing an opera is not an easy task. Hiring an opera troupe requires a big contribution from a big family in the village, and you also have to go door to door to raise funds.
In this era when people can starve to death, ordinary people are struggling for survival.
Except for the puppet troops who surrendered to the enemy and the traitors who maintained the president, the villages on the plain could not afford to hire a troupe.
This time, the opera was staged in separate divisions, and it immediately spread quietly among the fortress households in the nearby villages of Shiliba.
The Eighth Route Army's confidentiality measures are not sealed. To be rated as a fortress household, someone in the family must join the Eighth Route Army!
Fortress households usually participate in studies to improve their consciousness, and have a deep hatred for the Japanese. It can be said that even if the whole family dies, they will not tip off the Japanese traitors.
When the members arrived at the village, there was already a sea of people inside and outside the village.
A group of young men in the theater could not bear their temper and occupied the village as a war zone.
In the light and shadow of the torches, there were actually vendors selling sugar water, sunflower seeds, and peanuts, shouting enthusiastically, and it was very lively.
The theatergoers came from all over the country.
What is surprising is that there are even men and women who are at the right age to find a partner, or who have always been in love with each other, taking this opportunity to show off or secretly vent their feelings to each other.
Following the division soldiers, they crowded into the vicinity of the stage, where the early performance was brilliant.
Daokou roast chicken tastes really good.
It is a pity that the troubled times have worsened with drought, and even people have almost no food. It is not easy for the little chickens to grow up.
Luo Fugui, who lamented and sighed all day long, had experienced such a scene with his mother before when he was a child.
For a moment, I thought of my old mother who starved to death, and I was a little confused. For some reason, a few tears slipped from the corners of my eyes.
When I saw a scene being played on the stage in which the common people resisted the puppet army's food expropriation, I finally stopped feeling depressed and sat cross-legged on the ground with great interest.
The old lady on the stage was obviously played by a young girl, but he subconsciously thought that she was his mother.
It's a pity that my mother doesn't seem to be so courageous.
In order to prevent leaks, the division's special agent battalion kept a very strict watch on the students and the escort team, and no one was allowed to act without permission.
After Ma Liang sat down next to Luo Fugui, he took out an oil paper bag and stuffed it into Luo Fugui's arms while the students in the division behind him were not paying attention.
Luo Fugui smelled the smell of roast chicken and immediately came back from the scene. He raised his hand and patted Ma Liang on the shoulder: "Ma Liang, from today on, you are my brother."
As he spoke, he turned his eyes towards the stage and continued to see his mother.
Ma Liang stuffed another oil paper bag to Xiao Hongying next to Hu Yi.
Everyone in the Ninth Battalion students next to them knew what was wrapped in oil paper.
Swallowing, pretending not to notice.
Not long after, an oil paper package began to be passed among the students of the Ninth Battalion.
Big Dog warned: "Everyone only has one piece. If anyone dares to take more, I want him to look good."
The oil paper package contains braised pork. As for what kind of meat it is, judging by how hard it is to bite, it should be horse meat or mule meat.
Surprisingly, it was Song Xiaoci who announced the curtain on the stage!
The light of the torch flickered, and the person sitting in front was an Eighth Route Army soldier. His slaps were almost broken, and they were even more enjoyable than the end of the opera just now.
Those who were sitting far away could not tell what Song Xiaoci looked like.
Then, a group of women playing waist drums came up on the stage.
The audience immediately became excited, and many people actually stood up on the spot and started twisting.
In fact, Yangko dancing is mainly popular in northern Shaanxi and Shanxi, and is not very popular in the district area.
I am familiar with the show because I can hum and drink along with it.
As long as there are people singing on the stage, there are people learning below.
It’s great to watch a show these days, and no one will get tired of it. There are just a few steps to perform Yangko, and it’s easy to get started. Soon, the crowd began to surge under the stage. The district staff maintaining order nearby quickly stopped it. There were too many people at the scene. , if you really twist it, accidents may easily occur.
So, the actors on the stage were twisting, and the audience was sitting on the ground and twisting.
There were more men than women in the Eighth Route Army, and many regiment-level units had specialized art troupes.
A small unit like the Independent Regiment has to deal with Japanese raids all day long, so naturally it doesn't have the ability.
Hu Yi's eyes quickly found Su Qing who was watching the show on the other side.
She has short, neck-length hair tucked behind her ears, and the Eighth Route Army cap covers most of her hair.
It was easy to find, he and Su Qing were the only ones in the audience who didn't twist their bodies.
I looked around and saw no sign of the leaders.
I was a little depressed. After being out for so many days, I didn't find a chance to talk alone.
I couldn't help but think of Luo Fu and Han Da Niu, and the big dog and Osmanthus burrowing in the grass.
What would happen if she also got into the grass?
What would she say with a straight face?
Perhaps because he heard Hu Yi's random thoughts, Su Qing, who was sitting with the exam group, suddenly turned around and glanced at him.
In the crowded open space with noisy sounds, there are only a few figures sitting still, which is easy to find.
"Hey, I said you don't want to watch the show, why are you just watching the vixen do it?" Xiao Hongying's voice was full of dissatisfaction.
Just when Su Qing turned around, Hu Yi was startled by the little girl and shuddered: "Hey, can you stop being so mysterious?"
"Can I sit next to you all the time?" The little girl said with an unhappy look on her face: "Here you go."
After saying that, he secretly stuffed a chicken leg into Hu Yi's hand.
Hu Yi took it, looked at Xiao Hongying, and pulled the paper from Xiao Hongying's hand.
Xiao Hongying muttered: "The vixen took Ma Liang, the big dog, and the monkey to the city to eat in a restaurant. You don't have to leave it for her."
Hu Yi's thoughts were seen through, and he didn't feel embarrassed at all: "Have you eaten?"
Xiao Hongying nodded: "We all have a share. Before Ma Liang left, he emptied all Luo Fugui's belongings and bought a lot of things."
Can Luo Fugui's fortune be emptied?
Hu Yi would not believe it even to death, but this matter is not important. In this environment, it is easy to think of the past and sigh: "It would be great if I could live like this every day."
"Do you still have this hobby? Hey, next time I conquer the county, I'll hire a troupe and keep them entertained for three days and three nights."
Luo Fugui's voice came from the side: "You might as well organize a theater troupe yourself."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Hongying thought this was a good suggestion!
To organize a cultural troupe, you naturally need talented people.
Of course Song Xiaoci is one of them, a monkey who can speak, sing and play allegro should be able to put together a show.
Of course it won’t work if there are only two programs
I need to take a closer look and try to capture a troupe next time I attack the county.
Then take a cultural troupe back and make the troupe leader’s jaw drop!
Those bumpkins in the second camp are just waiting to see my aunt’s good show!
Hu Yi looked at the little girl next to him who was smiling stupidly and said, "Hey, don't think about that."
Xiao Hongying said seriously: "What do you mean?"
Hu Yi muttered: "It's what you're thinking about!"
Xiao Hongying immediately lowered her head and pinched the corner of her clothes: "Do you really know what I am thinking?"
Ma Liang added: "I can resist the Eighth Route Army in Liangli."
Luo Fugui followed and said, "I can act."
"Why the hell can you play the role of president?" Big Dog was not to be outdone.
"Go away!" Luo Fugui was angry. He originally wanted to play the role of the stupid son of his eldest mother's family.
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