Chapter 93 Shi Naian of the Sa family, the ancient version of 'The White-Haired Girl'
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 trades, their worth doubles.
The teahouses and restaurants in Jiqing Mansion became even more lively, and guests came to cheer up one after another.
In Jiqing Mansion, there was an aura of prosperity 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 we 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 Prefecture 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, arrived at the entrance of an alley, and then walked to the door of a courtyard.
The middle-aged scribe jumped off the donkey, walked to the door of the courtyard, raised his hand and knocked on the door.
suddenly.
He saw an iron lock on the door, obviously the family was out.
"Could it be that Brother Bowen has already 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, but 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?" When the middle-aged scribe heard this, he was very surprised.
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, this 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. At first glance, it looked like materials that only dignitaries could afford.
Duanduan is a majesty!
"What's the guest's surname?"
A servant obviously knew this neighbor and invited him into the concierge to drink 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 disciples heard this, they began to feel unhappy. This guest was so powerless. My master was a third-rank official in Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces. 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 report it and say that Suzhou Shi Zhaorui is visiting!" said the middle-aged scribe.
"Guest, please wait!" The door 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 at 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.
"Bowen, 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 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 me to come," 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, if you don't agree with each other, you can't work together. 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 bright 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 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, when I came to Jinling this time, I originally wanted to persuade you to join me and join the rebel army!" Shi Naian said.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Vote to the rebels?" When Liu Bowen heard this, his asshole 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, I joined the rebel army. Nowadays, the Mongolian Yuan has no morals, the officials are corrupt, and the people are struggling to make a living. My strength has been exhausted. Although I am young, I still have a dull spirit 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 rebel army?"
"Taizhou!" Shi Naian stretched out his hand and pointed in the east direction.
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 polite and virtuous. He does not burn, kill or rob the people, so 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 was in chaos, and he heard that Zhang Shicheng, the Taizhou rebel army nearby, was quite capable of achieving great things, he wanted to drag Liu Bowen with him to rebel.
An old scribe in his fifties, according to the average age in ancient times, is already well into his old age.
However, Mr. Shi Naian is an old man and has an ambition to rebel.
He is indeed 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, and are high-ranking officials of the third rank. How could you join the bandits like me? If it were 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 made him angry immediately.
"Brother Shi misunderstood, I'm not laughing at you!" Liu Bowen quickly explained.
"Then why are you laughing!" Shi Naian said reluctantly.
"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.
"Chuzhou, Red Scarf Army!" Liu Bowen said.
"What, the Red Scarf Army?"
After hearing this, Shi Naian suddenly felt a little reluctant.
Today, the Red Scarf Army is the most powerful.
However, the Red Scarf Army also has a fatal flaw, that is, the places it occupies are all places with frequent disasters.
In other words, if disasters were not frequent, the Red Scarf 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, just being an uncle and a cousin, could recruit hundreds of people, 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. Zhu Yuanzhang, the marshal of the Chuzhou Red Scarf Army, and his brother Zhu Han are both among the best. They will definitely be able to achieve great things in the future. That's me.
Keep a check on your clan, relatives and friends, otherwise you 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 Chuzhou 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 into a poor family was always able to manipulate Pingzhang Zuocheng and others of the Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces of the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty to applause.
"Of course I trust Liu Bowen's words. Then go to Chuzhou to visit the red scarf deputy commander of Chuzhou with your own eyes!" Shi Naian said with a smile.
The two of them had a thorough conversation and immediately opened up the knot in their hearts.
In order to fit in with his noble status as the third-in-command of Jiangsu and Zhejiang in the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty, Liu Bowen now has a group of slaves in his home with rich clothes and fine food.
Since I haven't seen Shi Naian for a long time, it was natural that I wanted to have a drink and talk about our long-standing friendship.
Liu Bowen's wife, Mrs. Chen, was also dressed in expensive Hu silk. Surrounded by five or six maids and servants, she came with her two young sons to present her brother Shi Naian.
Nowadays, Mrs. Chen looks like 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 consecutive days. It was not until Pingzhang Bolu of Jiangsu and Zhejiang Province arranged to send the troupes secretly to Chuzhou that Liu Bowen gave Shi Naian an identity and boarded the
The fleet bound for Chuzhou.
Since he was the person arranged by Liu Shenzhen, Shi Naian received all kinds of care during his trip.
When they got off the ship at the border of Chuzhou, Shi Naian was even reluctant to leave this fleet belonging to the Mongolian and Yuan provinces.
"Oh, it's true that fame and wealth are the gentle graves that kill the spirit of heroism!"
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, showing 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.
Do you have such a great reputation that even the red scarf thieves in Jiangbei have heard of it?
Zhu Han immediately stepped forward, grabbed Shi Naian's clothes, and said with a smile.
"Mr. Nai'an is well-known in the north and south, how could I not know about him!"
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 one of the best 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 the history of literature like Shi Naian, it was of course impossible for him to let him run away.
Immediately, Zhu Han invited Shi Naian to sit down, and the two had a heated conversation.
"Oh, it turns out that Mr. Naian is planning to overthrow Baoyuan with us!" Zhu Han already knew what was going on.
"You can also say that the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty was tyrannical and unjust, and his strength is 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 originally intending to find out the details of the Red Turban Army before deciding whether to join them.
Unexpectedly, when he met Zhu Han, he actually showed that he valued him very much. 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 wine and food for 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.
The banquet prepared by the huge Chuzhou government office only consisted of four dishes and one soup. Although the portions of the dishes were not small and definitely enough to eat, they did not look luxurious at all.
"Sir, don't blame me. We, the rebels, 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. This is definitely not disrespectful sir. When I go out another day, I will choose the best restaurant in Chuzhou.
, 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 all kinds of wealth and aristocratic style, but they are just some illusions. What is rare and precious is that the rebel army is so simple and normal. At first glance, it is clear that
Not mediocre people who are greedy for pleasure!"
Neither the guest nor the host were people who loved luxury, so they immediately started chatting over glasses 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 the commander of Chuzhou's 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. It was based on Chen Baodao, Hu Yiba and others.
Check out the characters.
"Today we go to Zengjia Town. There is a new opera to be performed there. Let's go and see the effect!" Zhu Han said.
New Zaxi operas, that is, new plays written by Zhu Han and arranged by 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 Chuzhou City.
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 using the influence of the clan. There were also many members of the same clan who were oppressed and could not find a 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 colorful flags of the troupe."
"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 particularly different.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Because this opera troupe is not a grass-stage troupe that walks around the streets, but an official troupe supported by the Chuzhou Prefecture.
Just for the escort of soldiers and officers, dozens of people came.
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, opened 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 Heroic Girl," you all have to be careful. If anything goes wrong, get out of our auspicious troupe!" Zhang Jiuyi turned around and said to the theater troupe with a serious 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, including Zhang Jiuyi's family of actors, gongs and drummers, and several apprentices and helpers.
You can eat and drink with the auspicious class, and no one wants 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, and Hu Yiba and others also came 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?" Mr. Zeng asked, sitting on a chair.
"Master, it's the Biography of the White-haired Women!" said a slave.
"Okay! Master, I just like to watch the heroic women!" Mr. Zeng let out a wretched laugh.
Several followers around him also laughed together.
"Humph! It turns out he is a scoundrel!" Shi Naian snorted coldly.
The landowner of the Zeng family 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 opera 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 as a farmer. The father and daughter depend on each other. Their 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 fled 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 Mongolian and Yuan court and their 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, and the 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 with his hand, "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 of the methods used by the bully landlord Huang Laoxie to oppress the poor, whether it was lynching to extract confessions, loan sharking, or selling children and daughters to pay off debts, have aroused the resonance and indignation of many people.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Play it again!"
"Yes, play 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 Lieutenant!"
Amid 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 miscellany just now, although no one was mentioned by name, 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 Chuzhou Prefecture next to the troupe, he would have sent people up to smash them up.
The people watching were all immersed in their 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 he started singing babblingly 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, poor peasant 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.
Bang bang bang!
Then, a series of raindrop-like fists immediately hit Zhang Jiuyi.
"Ouch! Ouch! 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 angry 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 lightly.
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 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 to attend.
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..."
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 sadly 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 crowd and the common people were ready to move, maybe they would all rush in together at some point 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!"
As he spoke, he drank all the tea in his hand, and then said to Shi Naian and others.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "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 did not hesitate at all and all agreed in unison.
The crowd under the stage was already in chaos, some were crying and calling for injustice, some were roaring and wanted to beat Huang Laoxie to death, and some were standing there silently crying.
Clang clang clang!
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 was 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.
"Wuna man, come over here!"
"The real commander-in-chief of the rebel army is here. What's wrong with you? Come here!"
The man's face was full of surprise, and he was a little at a loss.
The Jixiang squad leader, who had already been scared out of his wits, saw Zhu Han and others suddenly appear, as if he had seen a savior.
"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 them and if they have vengeance, I will take revenge. Today, I, Zhu Han, will help us poor people to do justice for heaven!" Zhu Han said loudly.
Zhang Jiuyi nodded heavily, "Okay, sir!"
Then, 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 Vice Marshal is here, Zengjia Town will be at peace!"
"The deputy commander-in-chief is here, and the sky is clear!"
After the murderous rebel soldiers appeared, most of the ordinary people in the audience had calmed down.
Now that I heard that the real deputy commander of the rebel army had arrived and wanted to take the decision to avenge them, my 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 is not as miserable as me!"
Zhu Han pulled up a chair, sat in the center of the stage with a golden sword, and asked majestically.
"Zhang Aniu, tell me the details in detail!"
It turned out that the 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 way, the only option is to sell the children.
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 Aniu came to the house to argue, but was beaten severely and his land was taken away from him. His youngest son soon died of hunger.
"Woo! 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 common 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 grievance meeting for everyone in the audience.
Their sufferings and grievances, or blood feuds, are no less than those of the other.
Almost all conflicts are directed at 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 could not help but arise in their hearts.
After listening to everyone's cries of injustice, Zhu Han already knew that the public sentiment in Zengjia Town had reached the point where it 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.