They thought it was Pingzhang Bolu, the province of Mongolia and Yuan Dynasty, who was obsessed with opera and storytelling.
Many troupes and storytellers immediately felt proud, and they usually held their heads high when performing.
It seems that as soon as Mr. Pingzhang likes these businesses, their worth doubles.
The teahouses and restaurants in Jiqing Mansion became even more lively, and guests came to support him one after another.
In Jiqing Mansion, there was an aura of wealth and prosperity with singing and dancing.
In this time of war and chaos, one cannot help but feel deeply moved.
Outside Jiqing Mansion, a scribe about fifty years old rode a donkey and entered the city gate with an entourage of servants.
The middle-aged scribe was greatly surprised by the singing and dancing in Jiqing Mansion.
"It's strange. This Jiqing Mansion was besieged by the Red Scarf Army not long ago. Why can't you see any signs of panic? Instead, it looks like such a lively scene?"
The middle-aged scribe couldn't believe it. After entering the city, he walked around two more streets and found nothing unusual. He was completely convinced that Jiqing Mansion was really not affected by the war.
"The official documents I saw before were very tragic for Jiqing Mansion to repel the red scarves. Pingzhang Bolu was even prepared to die together, so why couldn't he see it at all?"
The middle-aged scribe, full of doubts, led his servant through the streets and alleys to the entrance of an alley, and then walked to the door of a courtyard.
The middle-aged scribe jumped off his donkey, walked to the door of the courtyard, and raised his hand to knock on the door.
suddenly.
He saw an iron lock on the door, obviously the family was out.
"Could it be that Brother Bowen has resigned and returned to his hometown?" The middle-aged scribe suddenly became confused.
At this time, the neighbor next door heard the noise and went out to check. When he saw the middle-aged scribe master and servant, he immediately greeted them with smiling faces.
"Sir, are you looking for someone?" the neighbor next door asked with a smile.
The middle-aged scribe bowed his hands and said, "I'm sorry to bother you, brother, may I ask if the surname of this household is Liu?"
He was afraid that he had remembered the wrong address, so he asked first.
"Yes, it turns out that Liu Shenzheng lived here, but two days ago, his family had moved to another place!" said the neighbor.
"What? Liu Shenzhen?" The middle-aged scribe was very surprised when he heard this.
The neighbor smiled and replied: "Yes, it's Liu Shenzhen. Don't you know about Liu's political promotion?"
The middle-aged scribe looked surprised, "What I'm looking for is Liu Ji and Liu Bowen!"
"Yes, Liu Shenzheng is Liu Bowen." said the neighbor.
Later, to the surprise of the middle-aged scribe, the enthusiastic neighbor led him to Liu Bowen's new residence.
I saw that this house was grand and spacious, and it used high-quality masonry and tiles. It looked like materials that only dignitaries could afford.
Duanduan is a majestic person!
"What's the guest's surname?"
A servant obviously knew this neighbor and invited him into the concierge for tea. Then he turned to the middle-aged scribe and asked.
The middle-aged scribe still had not recovered from the shock.
"Is this really the home of Liu Ji and Liu Bowen?" asked the middle-aged scribe.
When the disciple heard this, he began to feel unhappy. This guest was so helpless. His master was a political official in Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces, a third-rank official. How could you, a poor old man, call him by his name?
"My master is Liu Shenzheng, what do you call him?" Menzi's tone was already a little bad.
"Well, since you are here, you can't leave. You can go and report that Suzhou Shi Zhaorui is visiting!" said the middle-aged scribe.
"Guest, please wait!" Menzi immediately turned around and walked in.
This middle-aged scribe named Shi Zhaorui also has another self-titled name, Shi Naian!
He is the author of the famous Water Margin in history!
Just as Shi Naian was looking around the door, he heard a burst of surprise coming from inside the door.
"Haha, Brother Shi, it's Liu Ji's fault for waiting so long!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Bowen walked out quickly wearing a cotton robe.
He was obviously in a hurry to come out, even wearing his hat crookedly.
"Bo Wen, long time no see." Shi Naian said quickly with a smile.
"Brother Shi, please come in quickly!"
Liu Bowen grabbed Shi Naian's hand and invited him into the hall affectionately.
Although Liu Bowen and Shi Naian were more than ten years apart in age, they were imperial examination candidates in the same year, so they had a very close relationship.
Moreover, both of them had served as officials in eastern Zhejiang, which further deepened this friendship.
Afterwards, Shi Naian and Liu Bowen had a conversation, and finally figured out the reason why Liu Bowen suddenly became a high-ranking official.
"Let me tell you, how could that idiot Bolu have the ability to make the Red Scarf Army retreat? It turned out to be your Liu Bowen's clever plan!" Shi Naian said in a cold tone.
"Brother Shi, I can't help myself. My family members and friends are from Jiangsu and Zhejiang. I have no choice but to join forces with Bolu Fanyao and others." Liu Bowen heard Shi Naian's sarcasm and said helplessly.
"Well, I came to Jinling this time originally because I wanted to discuss world affairs with you, but now that I think about it, there is no need for it." Shi Naian said.
"A major event in the world? Brother Shi, what do you think?" Liu Bowen was keenly aware of the hidden meaning in his words.
Shi Naian wanted to speak, but he shook his head, "Forget it, we don't agree with each other. You are now participating in politics in Dayuan Province and have a bright future. I won't say anything else. I won't delay you Liu Bowen." A great future.”
Liu Bowen and Shi Naian, brothers, once had a good relationship where they drank wine and talked about ancient heroes all night long.
Now seeing Shi Naian's appearance, Liu Bowen naturally couldn't help it.
"Brother Shi, if you have anything to say, you might as well say it directly. We are friends, so what else are you afraid of?" Liu Bowen said.
Shi Naian thought for a moment, and naturally trusted Liu Bowen, so he continued to speak.
"Bowen, to be honest, I came to Jinling this time to persuade you to join me and join the rebel army!" Shi Naian said.
"Vote to the rebels?" When Liu Bowen heard this, his anus tightened immediately.
He is now half a member of the Red Scarf Army, and his role is even greater than that of ordinary rebels.
Shi Naian's words made him tremble.
However, the two of them had an irreversible friendship, so there was no need to worry about Shi Naian deceiving him.
"That's right, it means joining the rebel army. Nowadays, the Mongolian Yuan is unjust, the officials are corrupt, and the people are struggling to make a living. I have already exhausted my energy. Although I am young, I still have a dull energy in my heart for many years. Now I want to show my ambition!" Shi Naian said.
After Liu Bowen heard this, he quickly asked: "Brother Shi, where did you originally plan to join the rebels?"
"Taizhou!" Shi Naian pointed to the east.
Taizhou is on the lower reaches of the Yangtze River, east of Jinling.
"Taizhou, I heard that it has been occupied by the rebel Zhang Shicheng. If Brother Shi wants to go to Taizhou, does that mean he is going to join Zhang Shicheng?" Liu Bowen said.
"Yes, I heard that although Zhang Shicheng came from a rough background, he is quite a polite and virtuous corporal. He does not burn, kill or rob the people. He should be able to achieve great things." Shi Naian said with confidence.
In the early years, Shi Naian was an official in Qiantang, Hangzhou. Later, because he was dissatisfied with the traitorous ministers who harmed the people, he resigned and went home to study and write.
Now that the world is in chaos, and he heard that the Taizhou rebel Zhang Shicheng's troops near Chichi are quite capable of achieving great things, he wants to drag Liu Bowen with him to rebel.
For an old scribe in his fifties, according to the average age in ancient times, it was already time to spend his old age in peace.
However, Mr. Shi Naian is an old man and has an ambition to rebel.
He deserves to be Shi Naian who can write the Water Margin, a story about heroes and righteousness.
However, Liu Bowen shook his head after hearing Shi Naian's words.
"It's inappropriate, it's inappropriate." Liu Bowen said.
When Shi Naian saw it, he immediately became angry.
"Of course it's inappropriate. You, Liu Bowen, are now participating in politics in Jiangsu and Zhejiang. You are a third-rank official. How can you join the bandits like me? If it is appropriate, that would be strange!" Shi Naian said angrily.
When Liu Bowen saw this, he was not angry at all, but laughed.
"Why are you laughing!" Shi Naian's fiery temper suddenly made him angry.
"Brother Shi misunderstood, I'm not laughing at you!" Liu Bowen quickly explained.
"Then why are you laughing!" Shi Naian refused.
"Brother Shi, if you really plan to make a great contribution and join the rebel army, how about I recommend a better place for you?" Liu Bowen said.
When Shi Naian heard this, he was immediately stunned.
"What, are you serious about this?"
"Haha, of course it's true. When did I, Liu Ji, lie to you?" Liu Bowen said with a smile.
"Tell me, where do you recommend me to go?" Shi Naian asked quickly.
"Except the state, the Red Scarf Army!" Liu Bowen said.
"What, the Red Scarf Army?"
After hearing this, Shi Naian suddenly felt a little reluctant.
Today, the Red Turban Army is the most powerful.
However, the Red Scarf Army also has a fatal flaw, that is, the places it occupies are all places where disasters are frequent.
In other words, if disasters were not frequent, the Red Turban Army would not be able to cause trouble.
The Red Scarf Army occupies all poor areas. I heard that they don't even have enough food to eat. How can they fight for the world?
But Zhang Shicheng and others in Taizhou are different.
Zhang Shicheng and others were born as private salt dealers. There was a cornucopia of salt industry in the local area, which could be said to be a wealthy family.
I heard that Zhang Shicheng was able to recruit hundreds of people just because he was an uncle and a cousin, all of whom were able to sell illegal salt.
After Shi Naian thought for a while, he expressed his thoughts.
After Liu Bowen heard this, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
As a brother of the same age, I really don’t understand things well.
Since we want to fight for the world, we must naturally put people first. With people, we have soldiers and horses. With soldiers and horses, nothing can be grabbed.
Zhang Shicheng and others in Taizhou only occupied the salt-producing area. Without the red scarf army friends and neighbors who responded to the left and right, it was of no use.
"Brother Shi, success does not depend on money, but on the number of people. In addition to Zhu Yuanzhang, the marshal of the Red Scarf Army, and his brother Zhu Han, they are both good and bad. They will definitely be able to achieve great things in the future. I will also It’s just to contain the clan relatives and friends, otherwise I will definitely join them.”
Since Shi Naian was already planning to join the rebellion, Liu Bowen no longer concealed anything, and immediately made it clear that he was an undercover agent who secretly helped brother Zhu Han of the Red Scarf Army.
"That's it! Let me tell you, Liu Bowen, you are not the kind of sycophant who is greedy for power!"
When Shi Naian heard this, he was overjoyed and immediately pulled Liu Bowen and said.
"Brother Shi, if you can trust me, you might as well go to the state to meet Zhu Han and get to know them first. If you think they are not good enough, then make other plans." Liu Bowen continued to advise.
The more contact Liu Bowen had with Zhu Han, the more he admired this young man.
Whether it was military affairs and people's livelihood, or political and political affairs, this young man who was said to have been born in poverty was always able to manipulate Pingzhang Zuocheng and others of the Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces in the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty.
"Of course I trust Liu Bowen's words. Then go to Chuzhou and pay a personal visit to the red scarf deputy commander of Chuzhou!" Shi Naian said with a smile.
The two of them had a thorough conversation and immediately completely opened up the knot in their hearts.
In order to conform to his noble status as the third leader of Jiangsu and Zhejiang in the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty, Liu Bowen now has a group of servants in his home.
Since I hadn’t seen Shi Naian for a long time, it was natural that I wanted to have a good drink and talk about the friendship that had lasted for many years.
Liu Bowen's wife, Mrs. Chen, was also dressed in expensive Hu silk. Surrounded by five or six maids and servants, she brought her two young sons to present her brother Shi Naian.
Nowadays, Chen's appearance is that of a well-known lady, but she doesn't look like she had to borrow rice just for a meal a little while ago.
Liu Bowen entertained Shi Naian for three days. It was not until Pingzhang Bolu of Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces arranged to send the troupes secretly to Chuzhou that Liu Bowen gave Shi Naian a different identity and boarded the board. Received a fleet bound for Chuzhou.
Since he was the person arranged by Liu Shenzheng, Shi Naian received all kinds of care during his trip.
When they got off the ship at Chuzhou Dijie, Shi Naian was even reluctant to leave this fleet from the Mongolian and Yuan provinces.
"Oh, it's true that fame and wealth are the gentle graves that kill the spirit of a hero!"
Shi Naian took Liu Bowen's letter, went straight into Chuzhou City, and delivered it in front of the government office to ask for an audience.
"What, you are Shi Naian?"
Zhu Han stared at the middle-aged man in front of him with an expression of surprise.
"That's right, I am none other than Shi Naian. Have the deputy commander heard of me?" Shi Naian was a little confused.
Does he have such a great reputation that even the red scarf thieves in Jiangbei have heard of him?
Zhu Han immediately stepped forward, grabbed Shi Naian's clothes, and said with a smile.
"Mr. Nai'an is famous in the north and south, how could I not know about it!"
Hearing Zhu Han's words, Shi Naian suddenly felt excited and happy. It was simply beautiful.
The young man in red scarf in front of him really has some knowledge. As Liu Bowen said, he is a dragon and a phoenix among men.
Just the way he looks at people is absolutely not bad.
"Haha, it's just my false reputation." Shi Naian began to pant unconsciously.
Since Zhu Han had met a great figure in literary history like Shi Naian, it was of course impossible for him to run away.
Immediately, Zhu Han invited Shi Naian to sit down, and the two had a heated conversation.
"Oh, it turns out that Mr. Nai'an plans to overthrow Baoyuan with us!" Zhu Han already knew what was going on.
"You can also say that Meng Yuan's tyranny and cruelty are almost exhausted. Although Shi is not young, he still wants to make contributions." Shi Naian said.
Zhu Han asked some questions about military affairs and political affairs, and Shi Naian answered fluently. Although he was not as amazing as Li Shanchang and Liu Bowen, he was not comparable to ordinary people.
"Sir, you are really talented. I sincerely invite you today. Can you stay in Chuzhou and serve as the marching commander of our rebel army?" Zhu Han immediately sent out the invitation.
Shi Naian came to Chuzhou with the original intention of exploring the details of the Red Turban Army before deciding whether to join them.
Unexpectedly, when he met Zhu Han, he actually showed great importance to him. Shi Naian made up his mind on the spot.
"Shi is not talented, but he is willing to contribute a small amount to the rebel army!" Shi Naian said.
Zhu Han immediately happily ordered the chef of the government office to prepare food and wine to entertain Shi Naian.
He also introduced Hu Yiba, Chen Baodao, Lu Zhongheng and others to Shi Naian.
At the reception banquet, Shi Naian looked at the food on the table and became more certain of his decision to join the Red Scarf Army.
In addition to the huge banquet prepared by the government office, there were only four dishes and one soup. Although the dishes were not small and definitely enough to eat, they did not look luxurious at all.
"Sir, don't blame me. We, the rebel army, are doing justice for heaven. All we use and need are obtained from the people. We dare not waste any of them. We must be frugal in food and clothing. I am definitely not neglecting you sir. When I go out another day, I will choose the best in Chuzhou." Restaurant, entertain sir!" Zhu Han said quickly.
Shi Naian shook his head, waved his hands and said: "The deputy commander has misunderstood. At Shi's age, he has seen the rich and noble style, but it is just some illusion. What is rare and precious is that the rebel army is so simple and normal. At first glance, it is obvious Not mediocre people who are greedy for pleasure!"
"Treading on the Stars"
Neither the guest nor the host were people who liked luxury, so they immediately started chatting over cups and cups.
Zhu Han is still young, so naturally he cannot drink alcohol.
Chen Baodao and Hu Yiba kept company, and they drank freely with Shi Naian.
Even though Shi Naian was a scribe, he actually had the ability to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, and kept Chen Baodao and Hu Yiba staggering drunk.
"Haha, deputy commander, although Shi's drinking capacity is not big, he can still hold eighteen bowls of wine!" Shi Naian said in confusion.
Bang!
With Shi Naian reeling and drunk, the reception banquet finally came to an end.
Two days later.
As Shi Naian, the marching commander of the Chuzhou pacification envoy, Shi Naian followed Zhu Han and his party out of Chuzhou City.
"Deputy Commander, where are we going today?" Shi Naian asked, staring at the dark circles under his eyes.
After two days of getting along, the generous Chen Baodao, Hu Yiba and others gave him a lot of creative inspiration. He worked overtime last night and wrote another chapter of the Water Margin Heroes, which was based on Chen Baodao, Hu Yiba and others. Look at the characters.
"Today we are going to Zengjia Town. There is a new opera to be performed there. Let's go and see the effect!" Zhu Han said.
The new Zaxi operas, that is, the new scripts written by Zhu Han and Hu Weiyong and other scholars, are all new Zaxi operas that show the bullying of good people by bully landlords.
Different from those shoddy dramas, the level of Hu Weiyong and other scholars is basically a dimension reduction attack. Especially with Zhu Han's outline plot, it is both humorous and tear-jerking.
Zengjia Town is a small town outside Zhoucheng.
The only wealthy family in the town is the Zeng family.
The Zeng family had been local tycoons since the Zhao and Song Dynasties. Later, they joined the Mongols as officials and occupied almost the entire town's land and shops.
However, although the Zeng family also had many bad deeds, most of them were suppressed by the influence of the clan. There were also many members of the same clan who were oppressed and had no place to complain.
After Zhu Han sent people to learn about this situation, he immediately arranged to start a campaign to awaken the people in Zengjia Town to allocate land to local tyrants.
After walking for half a day, Hu Yiba shouted from the front at the top of his lungs.
"Deputy Commander, Zengjia Town is ahead. I have already seen the troupe's colorful flags."
"Change into your casual clothes and come to the theater with me!"
In Zengjia Town.
With the sound of gongs and drums, a lively stage was set up in the town.
Originally, there was nothing unusual about this show, everyone had seen it before.
But today's drama is extremely different.
Because this opera troupe is not a grass-stage troupe that travels around the streets, but an official troupe supported by the state government.
Just the escort of soldiers and officers, there were dozens of people.
All the people in Zengjia Town, whether rich or poor, crowded in front of the stage to watch the play.
Zhang Jiuyi, the monitor in neat new clothes, lifted the corner of the curtain and glanced at the growing crowd outside, feeling a burst of pride in his heart.
"In today's performance of "The Legend of the White-haired Fierce Girl," you all have to pay close attention. If anyone makes any mistakes, get out of our auspicious class!" Zhang Jiuyi turned around and said to the theater troupe with a serious look on his face.
When the entire troupe members heard the leader's instructions, they immediately rushed to ensure that nothing went wrong.
The current number of members in the auspicious class has expanded to more than 20 people. Not only are Zhang Jiuyi's family of actors and gongs and drummers, but they also have several apprentices and helpers.
We had food and drinks with the auspicious class, and no one wanted to lose this good job.
"Folks, please be patient and wait for one more stick of incense. The show will begin soon!"
An apprentice from the troupe beat the gong and walked up to the stage and said.
As he spoke, he also turned several somersaults, causing the onlookers below to cheer.
Zhu Han led Shi Naian, Hu Yiba and others over and took a seat by the window in the teahouse opposite the theater troupe, where they could have a panoramic view of the stage not far away.
"This is a warm-up, which can be used to calm the anxious mood of the audience." Zhu Han said with a smile.
Shi Naian nodded, but his eyes were waiting for the curtain on the stage without blinking.
The curtain as the background is painted with colorful scenes, including halls, wilderness, and mountains and forests, giving the audience an immersive feeling.
This is the first time Shi Naian has seen this kind of stage.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"
"Step aside!"
suddenly.
With a burst of noise, the originally crowded crowd moved out of a passage, and a group of people walked in from the back. They walked to the front of the stage, surrounded by a rich man in silk.
This is the best position, and everyone should be fighting for it, but because of the arrival of this rich man, an empty circle actually got out of the way.
There were bursts of whispers among the people in the crowd.
"Master Zeng is here!"
"Master Zeng is a big theater fan!"
"Humph, Zeng Batian is too arrogant!"
Obviously, this Mr. Zeng who appeared is the big landowner of Zengjia Town.
"What's the show today?" Master Zeng asked, sitting on a chair.
"Master, it's the Biography of the White-haired Women!" said a slave.
"Okay! Sir, I just like to watch the fierce women!" Mr. Zeng let out a lewd laugh.
Several followers around him also laughed together.
"Huh! Turns out he's a scoundrel!" Shi Naian snorted coldly.
The Zeng family landlord below was obviously not a gentry, and Shi Naian usually looked down on such people the most.
Boom boom boom!
With the sound of a loud gong, the new drama officially began.
As each member of the troupe dressed in brand new costumes, they jumped onto the stage.
The audience below burst into cheers.
The props and costumes of the auspicious class have already been replaced by Zhu Han's instructions.
Not only does it look more relevant to the plot, but there are also several types of clothes that can be switched in the background.
"The Legend of the White-Haired Nv" is actually Zhu Han's plagiarism of the White-Haired Nv, but with slight changes to the plot characters.
It tells the story of a poor farmer named Yang Chongshi who lives in a farming family. The father and daughter depend on each other for life. The daughter Yang Xiniang is beautiful and is coveted by the landlord Huang Laoxie.
Then there is the loan sharking that ordinary people are familiar with. The compound interest cost the life of a poor farmer named Yang, a tenant farmer.
After the bully landlord Huang Laoxie forced her to die, he also forcibly occupied Yang Xiniang, causing her to suffer all kinds of humiliation and oppression.
Finally, Yang Xiniang finally got the chance and escaped to the barren mountains and forests. Three years later, the originally beautiful Yang Xiniang turned into a white-haired girl who was neither human nor ghost.
At this time, Zhu Longxing, the commander-in-chief of the rebel army, raised his troops to attack the Meng Yuan court and its lackeys. He marched through the mountains and forests and rescued the white-haired girl Yang Xiniang.
Later, Yang Xiniang helped the rebel commander Zhu Longxing point out a small road that went straight into the rear of the Yuan army and the lackey army.
The rebel army won a complete victory. Commander-in-Chief Zhu Longxing wanted to reward the hero Yang Xiniang, so he asked her what reward she wanted.
Yang Xiniang expressed in front of everyone that she did not want gold or silver, fertile land, or official position.
Just kill the bully landlord Huang Laoxie with your own hands and avenge your father!
The commander-in-chief of the rebel army, Zhu Longxing, immediately nodded in agreement, took off the green steel sword with his own hands, and handed it to Yang Xiniang to avenge her father.
Finally, after Yang Xiniang recounted Huang Laoxie's crimes, she beheaded him to avenge her father.
puff!
As a cloud of blood mist shot straight into the air, everyone was frightened.
Bang!
The teacup in Shi Naian's hand was so frightened that he dropped it on the table.
He looked at the stage in front of him with a horrified look on his face.
"Really beheaded?!"
When Zhu Han saw this, he showed a proud smile, and then said with a smile: "Haha, sir, you are joking. These are all government troupes, how can they really behead their heads?"
"This is just carmine water!"
Shi Naian was still not satisfied, so he continued to ask: "On the stage, artistic conception is important. Such bright red blood may lose the charm of the opera."
Zhu Han disagreed.
He pointed at the audience below, "Sir, look at it, they really like it. The demeanor and artistic conception are no longer important."
Shi Naian turned around and looked, and sure enough, the audience below were all in tears.
They sighed with sadness at the tragic experience of the white-haired girl in the opera, and at the same time they felt happy that they could finally kill the bully to take revenge.
Throughout the drama, many bullying landlord Huang Laoxie's methods of oppressing the poor, whether it was lynching to extract confessions, loan sharking, or selling children and daughters to pay off debts, also aroused the resonance and indignation of many people.
"Play it again!"
"Yes, do it again!"
Suddenly, there was a shout from the crowd.
More and more audiences are not satisfied with one play and are asking for a repeat.
"Folks, we have a lot of new plays, don't be impatient!"
The class leader Zhang Jiuyi ran to the stage and shouted loudly.
He wanted to calm down the audience, because the enthusiasm was far beyond what he had seen.
It turns out that acrobatics can still be performed like this!
"No! We have to watch the White-haired Retsuonna!"
"Yes, let's watch the White-haired Retsuonna!"
Amidst repeated urgings, Zhang Jiuyi, as the class leader, reluctantly agreed.
But Mr. Zeng, the big landowner of Zengjia Town, who was sitting at the front of the stage, was already livid.
In the drama just now, although no one was named, it was Master Zeng.
However, the plot inside is almost a complete recreation of what the Zeng family did before.
Master Zeng felt upset and panicked.
"snort!"
He shook it off hard, then walked through the crowd without looking back.
If it weren't for the guards from the government office next to the troupe, he would have sent people up to smash them up.
The people watching were all immersed in emotions, and no one cared that Master Zeng and his party left.
"do it again!"
"do it again!"
Under the urging of the people, Zhang Jiuyi had no choice but to ask his actors to do it again.
Fortunately, there was no need to change clothes or anything, and soon Yiyi started singing again.
This time, more and more people came to watch the show.
Many people had just arrived and even missed the beginning, but they were quickly attracted by the plot on the stage.
When the miscellany was performed, the poor farmer Yang Chongshi was forced to commit suicide by drinking bitter brine on New Year's Eve in desperation, and then his daughter Yang Xiniang was snatched away by the bully Huang Laoxie and suffered humiliation.
"Ouch! You beast! I'll beat you to death!"
Suddenly, there was a cry and a man in a shabby short coat rushed to the stage with red eyes and grabbed Zhang Jiuyi, who played Huang Laoxie, with all his strength.
Peng Peng Peng!
Then, a series of raindrop-like fists immediately hit Zhang Jiuyi.
"Hey you! Hey you! Help!" Zhang Jiuyi yelled at the top of his lungs with a look of horror on his face.
Everyone on the stage was stunned by the scene in front of them.
Finally, the government officials nearby reacted.
"What a fool, stop!"
"stop!"
Only with the combined efforts of the police officers and the troupe actors did this man, who was like a mad tiger, be driven away.
Zhang Jiuyi, who played Huang Laoxie, sat on a chair on the stage in shock and shouted in a frightened and annoyed voice.
"You birdman, you're crazy!"
The man was being held down by everyone, but he was still shouting loudly.
"I'll beat you to death!"
"I'm going to beat you to death!"
Many ordinary people in the audience also shouted along.
"Yes, beat Huang Laoxie to death!"
"Beat Huang Laoxie to death!"
Faced with the fierce public anger, Zhang Jiuyi and others could only drag a group of theater troupe members to explain to everyone.
The person who plays Yang Xiniang is Zhang Jiuyi’s daughter Zhang Chunniang.
After some talking, everyone was finally calmed down. The furious man just now also regained his composure and was invited to stay by the two guards.
Then, the drama started again.
What just happened shocked Shi Naian and others who were watching the show not far away so much that their jaws dropped.
"This is too exaggerated. There are reckless people who can't tell the difference between acting!" Shi Naian shook his head and said.
"Mr. Nai'an, life is like a play, and play is like life! I'm afraid there are not a few of these people who are as miserable as Yang Chongshi, and there may be even worse ones." Zhu Han said calmly.
The unexpected situation just now made Zhu Han very satisfied with the effect of the new opera.
After the performance of a variety show, Zhang Jiuyi, the leader of the auspicious class, who played the role of the bully landlord Huang Laoxie, had already received two more fists from the audience who rushed to the stage, and there were still more than ten rounds of punches. Mud and mud.
Anyway, after finishing this scene, Zhang Jiuyi said he didn't want to act anymore.
At this moment.
A huge cry came from the audience.
Everyone looked around and saw a thin man, who had already bypassed the guards' blockade and lay down on the stage.
When the auspicious class leader Jiuyi saw this, he jumped up in fright and took two steps back.
"What do you want to do!"
There were so many excited civilian spectators that the accompanying police officers were simply too busy.
Who would have known that this man who suddenly appeared was not Huang Laoxie who wanted to beat up Zhang Jiuyi, but rushed to the actor who played the role of the rebel commander Zhu Longxing.
Plop!
The man knelt heavily on the stage, crying and shouting loudly.
"I am Yang Chongshi!"
"Commander, make the decision for me!"
"Help!"
The actor who played the role of the rebel commander Zhu Longxing was shocked. He originally thought that he would be beaten like the class leader, but he didn't expect that he would be hugged by the thigh and begging.
"This this.
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He is just an actor and actor, not a real rebel commander at all. How can he know how to deal with such a situation.
What's more, as this man rushed to the stage to cry and beg, many in the audience also followed suit.
They all knelt on the ground and shouted in grief at the 'fake commander Zhu Longxing' on the stage.
"Commander, I was wronged!"
"Commander, make the decision for me!"
"I am also Yang Chongshi!"
Amidst the wailing, the entire stage and the audience were already in chaos.
"Deputy Commander, something seems to be going on." Hu Yiba said worriedly.
The people in the crowd were ready to move, maybe they would all rush forward together and beat the class leader 'Huang Laoxie' to death.
"People's resentment is boiling, what a good show!" Shi Naian said with emotion.
Zhu Han took a look at the situation below and nodded lightly.
"It's good to boil, but I'm afraid they won't boil!"
As he spoke, he drank all the tea in his hand, and then said to Shi Naian and others.
"Everyone, today is a good day, come with me to be the master of Qingtian!"
"good!"
"good!"
Shi Naian, Hu Yiba, Chen Baodao and others all agreed in unison without any hesitation.
The crowd under the stage was already in chaos, some were crying and shouting that they were wronged, some were roaring and wanted to beat Huang Laoxie to death, and some were standing there silently crying.
Dang, Dang, Dang!
Suddenly, with the sound of three gongs, a group of rebel soldiers in helmets and armor rushed to the stage, and behind them came out several majestic figures.
The leader is none other than Zhu Han himself.
As soon as Zhu Han and others appeared, Hu Yiba flashed out from the side and shouted at the man on the stage who was crying and aggrieved.
"That man, come here!"
"The real commander-in-chief of the rebel army is here. Why do you have any injustice? Come here!"
The man's face was full of surprise, and he was a little at a loss.
The auspicious squad leader Jiuyi, who had already been scared out of his wits, felt as if he had seen a savior when he saw Zhu Han and others suddenly appear.
"Sir, please help me!" Zhang Jiuyi shouted with a cry.
"Zhang Jiuyi, tell everyone, I am here to make the decision for them. If they have grievances, they will redress their grievances and if they have vengeance, I will avenge them. Today, I, Zhu Han, will help us poor people to do justice for heaven!" Zhu Han said loudly.
Zhang Jiuyi nodded heavily, "Okay, sir!"
Afterwards, Zhang Jiuyi rushed to the stage, raised his hands in the direction of Zhu Han, and shouted loudly at the top of his lungs.
"Folks! Now that the deputy commander is here, Zengjia Town will be at peace!"
"The deputy commander-in-chief is here, and the blue sky is here!"
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After the murderous rebel soldiers appeared, most of the civilian audience in the audience had calmed down.
Now that he heard that the real deputy commander of the rebel army was here and wanted to take the decision to avenge them, his enthusiasm was immediately rekindled.
The first was the man who rushed onto the stage.
"Sir, make the decision for the villain!"
"The villain's name is Zhang A Niu, and he is a tenant in Zengjia Town. Yang Chongshi in that play was not as miserable as me!"
Zhu Han pulled up a chair, sat in the middle of the stage with a golden sword, and asked majestically.
"Zhang Aniu, tell me the details!"
It turned out that this tenant named Zhang Aniu was also the one who was obsessed with the daughter of the family. After several attempts to force him to do so, he took Zhang Aniu into prison and was tortured in the shackles with a fabricated debt to the King of Hell. In the end, the whole family was forced to There is no choice but to sell one's son and daughter.
Little did they know that Zhang Aniu's daughter had been tortured and abused to death for only two months after entering Master Zeng's house.
Zhang A Niu came to argue, but was beaten severely and his land was taken away from him. His youngest son soon died of hunger.
"Ouch! Sir, make the decision for me!"
Zhang Aniu finally knelt down on the stage and cried bitterly.
Not just Zhang A Niu, but more and more people came to the stage one after another and began to talk about their grievances and sufferings.
Under Zhu Han's deliberate guidance, it soon turned into a complaint meeting for everyone in the audience.
Their sufferings and grievances, or blood feuds, are no less than those of the other.
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Almost all conflicts point to the local bully Mr. Zeng and his family in Zengjia Town.
"Sir, can you really make the decision for us?"
After a long time, Zhang Aniu and others gradually calmed down, but worries and fears surged in their hearts.
After listening to everyone's cries of injustice, Zhu Han already knew that the people of Zengjia Town had reached the point where they could be used.
"Do justice for heaven! It's not just empty shouting. The bullies of the Zeng family are no worse than Huang Laoxie, so let's start with him!"
Zhu Han stood up, stood on the stage, looked into the thousands of pairs of eyes below, and then continued to shout loudly.
