In the past few days, Zhu Hao has negotiated terms with the theater troupe invited by Yu San to perform the plays written by Zhu Hao. The first play is "The Peony Pavilion".
"The Peony Pavilion" is an outstanding work in the history of opera. It tells the story of Du Liniang, the daughter of an official, who fell in love with the scholar Liu Mengmei in her dream, died of grief, turned into a soul to find her lover in reality, fell in love with ghosts, and finally came back to life and finally met Liu Mengmei.
A story of eternal unity.
The original script of "The Peony Pavilion" was written in the forty-fifth year of Wanli in the late Ming Dynasty. It was the highest peak of the development of legends in the Ming Dynasty and a milestone in the development history of Chinese drama. In his previous life, Zhu Hao had devoted himself to studying it for a period of time and even wrote several
This paper has a profound memory, and this "creation" is basically easy to pick up.
The troupe is not contracted, it can only be regarded as a cooperation, and a fixed amount of money is paid for each performance. Although this may cause the troupe to change jobs, the script itself is easier to copy than the script. It is unrealistic to completely prevent others from coming to learn from it, but it is not
All storytellers have the ability to organize a troupe and come back to perform operas.
So...
The book theater run by Zhu Hao and Yu San usually tells stories, but "The Peony Pavilion" is performed twice a day, one in the afternoon and one in the evening. The lively scene when the show starts makes it difficult for fellow storytellers to survive.
In the first few days of the show, as long as the gongs were going on here on the stage, no matter which bookstore was nearby, no one was interested in listening to books. Even if there was a newly erected fence blocking the way, one could not see what was going on on the stage, but when one heard "咿"
The sound of "yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay", accompanied by the sound of sanxian, drums and melodious bamboo flutes, all the souls were drawn away, and onlookers came in droves.
That night, Zhu Hao and Jinghong came to listen to the play. The young Jinghong was instantly addicted to this novel form of stage performance.
Yu Sanxing rushed over and said with joy: "Brother Hao, we have only been singing for four days, and there are no people in other bookstores... Our venue is full, and there is an endless stream of people who have reserved seats for the coming day. Now, by the way,
The position where you can listen to books or operas in front of you and collect 30 yuan a day cannot meet the market demand."
Zhu Hao nodded slightly and listened carefully. It was indeed very quiet around him. After asking around, he found out that whenever there was a show here, the storytelling in the surrounding bookstores suddenly ceased and all temporarily closed because no one listened even if he said it.
What are you talking about?
"Very good, the next step is to hire a theater troupe and raise it yourself so that the wealth does not go to outsiders." Zhu Hao glanced at the stage and frowned slightly, "Especially for female actors, they must be smooth and bright.
, so that more people come to watch the show, and we need to know how to grasp the psychology of the spectators."
Yu San asked in confusion: "What does it mean to have a bright and smooth pan'er?"
Zhu Hao said: "My face and body are all top-notch, and the audience can't take their eyes away when they see it. They don't think about food or tea all day long, so they just think about watching our show. If you don't firmly grasp the audience's psychology, how can you make a lot of money?"
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Yu San said in embarrassment: "You don't know, our Anlu is just a small place. If you want to find a theater troupe, you have to go to the provincial capital or Jiangnan... As for the girl you mentioned with a bright and smooth face..."
Actors must be trained from an early age, otherwise who would be willing to sell you such a cash cow? The price... we can't afford it."
In terms of understanding of the world, Yu San is much more profound than Zhu Hao.
Those who work in the market are well aware of all the three religions and nine schools. What Yu San said is also true. If you want to find a good actor and hire him to act alone for a family, then you have to sign a contract of prostitution. Who can do it easily for a troupe that has already made money?
Change hands?
"Let's take a look first. If there is any theater troupe passing by the local area, you can introduce them to us and we will discuss the price then."
Zhu Hao didn't say he would achieve it overnight.
Listening to the Opera, it’s not like we want to build a large-scale entertainment industry. If we really want to raise a large theater troupe, we won’t be able to make ends meet, so we don’t know how much we will lose.
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When Zhu Hao took Jinghong back that night, Jinghong was a little dazed. He was obviously addicted to the twists and turns of the opera.
While Zhu Hao was getting water to wash his face, he reminded: "Those things about men and women are all adults' business. Why do you, a little kid, think so much about it?"
Jinghong came back to his senses, looked at Zhu Hao and asked, "You also wrote the script?"
"Do you think I can understand those things about men and women? I copied them all... Anyway, as long as I can make money from them, you don't care if I wrote them?"
After Zhu Hao wiped his face clean, he threw the towel on the shelf and said, "Go to bed, we have classes tomorrow."
Jinghong lay down early, but couldn't fall asleep.
Every time he went out to listen to a book, Jinghong would be excited and think for a long time when he came back. This time watching the theater had a greater impact on him, and he was afraid that he would lose sleep all night.
When he arrived in class the next day, Jinghong was indeed yawning again and again, staring at his panda eyes, with a depressed look on his face.
Zhu San asked in confusion: "Xiao Jingzi, why are you like the eggplant beaten by Shuang? Has Zhu Hao bullied you again?"
Recently, the relationship between Zhu Hao and Zhu San has not completely eased. Zhu San has the burden of being the princess and does not want to take the initiative to negotiate peace with Zhu Hao. Zhu Hao hopes that this unruly and willful girl will not come to trouble him, so the two of them have been talking to each other.
If you are stiff, your relationship is neither good nor bad.
Jinghong didn't answer.
He didn't know how to answer.
Zhu Si on the side was less interested: "Mr. Yuan hasn't let us play Cuju recently. We don't know what else is interesting. It's boring."
Zhu San said: "It's boring if you don't play Cuju? Why don't you play something else? There's a ghost over there who can come up with all kinds of ideas for you. Can't you ask him if he has any good stuff? Or let him go.
Talk to Mr. Yuan, maybe Mr. Yuan will change his mind and let you play Cuju?"
Zhu Si's eyes lit up and he turned around and said: "Zhu Hao, please think of a way quickly. How can we play Cuju?"
Zhu Si had no interest in playing anything else. He only wanted to play Cuju. He decided to only eat one kind of food whenever he wanted to, and he never had enough.
He is no longer stubborn, he is simply a stubborn donkey.
Zhu Hao naturally knew why Yuan Zonggao didn't let Zhu Si play Cuju. It was obvious that Cuju might involve physical contact. If Zhu Hao took the opportunity to sneak in and hurt Zhu Si, it would go against the original intention of letting him study in the palace, so the palace tried to avoid it as much as possible.
Let Zhu Si participate in dangerous sports.
"I can't help it, I don't usually see Yuan Changshi." Zhu Hao was not thinking about the children at the moment.
Zhu Sidao: "Then what else is fun?"
If he couldn't play Cuju, he would consider whether there was an alternative game.
Zhu Hao continued to shake his head: "If I could get out of the palace, I might be able to help you have some fun, but here... the limitations are too great. You don't think playing chess, playing stones, or kicking shuttlecock is much fun, right?"
Zhu Sandao: "Actually, the rubber band jumping thing before... was quite interesting."
Zhu Si looked at Zhu San: "You... you like such low-level things, we don't like to play..."
He almost said that it was something girls like, and us boys' hobbies are different from yours, but he knew that this sister was pretending to be herself, so he didn't tell the truth.
Zhu San stuck out his tongue and said nothing.
Zhu Si said thoughtfully: "There must be a lot of fun outside the palace, so I'll go talk to my father and see if we can be allowed out!"
"What are you dreaming about in broad daylight?" Zhu San disagreed.
Even if I leave the palace, I won't let you out. You are the heir, and what I'm afraid of is that something will happen to you. Why don't you have any awareness at all, you naughty kid?
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Things are often unexpected.
When Zhu Si came to the school the next day, he excitedly said to Zhu Hao: "My father has agreed to let me leave the palace with you."
"real?"
Jinghong was very surprised.
Zhu San followed behind, looking glum.
Zhu Hao smiled and said, "Then your third brother can't go out with us?"
Zhu Si smiled and nodded: "Yes, she can't go out."
Zhu Hao knew as soon as he heard this that this was the second layer of blindness used by the palace. In the troubled time when the eunuch Zhang Zhong was about to arrive in Anlu, asking Zhu Si to go out for a walk would not be equivalent to telling outsiders that this Zhu Si was not
Not the prince?
In the palace, Zhu San and Zhu Si are regarded as brothers, but the court and the imperial guards are not stupid. You, Prince Xing, do not have two sons, and one of them must be a fake that you found to replace him.
Since Zhu Si can follow Zhu Hao out of the palace, and Zhu San is closely protected, then the information leaked before is true...
Zhu San is the crown prince!
Want to find a fake product to show off on the market and trick us into doing it?
no way!
"When are you going out?" Jinghong asked.
Zhu Sidao: "It can only be during the day, no matter what time of day, but you can't go too far. When you go out, you must be protected by Lu Dianzhan and others."
Lu Bing clapped his hands aside: "It's great, I can go out and play again."
Zhu San pulled Lu Bing back: "You brat, you still want to run out to play? You are not allowed to go, stay with me!"
"ah?"
Lu Bing looked at Zhu Hao with aggrieved expression, as if begging Zhu Hao to help him speak.
"Lu Bing, just listen to the prince and stay with her. We can go out to play by ourselves later."
Zhu Hao said this and looked at Zhu Si, "I will leave the palace at noon today and take you to see a play. I will also walk around the crowded places around the palace. However, I must first inform Lu Dianzhan and let him do the protection work."
good."
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Lu Song only learned in the morning that the palace had allowed Zhu Si to leave the palace.
He was worried.
The palace thought it was a good deception, thinking that Zhu Hao and Jinghong had not figured out the identity of the Fourth Prince Zhu, but Lu Song knew all about it.
Zhu Hao tried every means to bring Zhu Si out of the palace, but how could there be no conspiracy? He also said that he wanted to go to a crowded place. If something happened, he would be the sinner of Prince Xing's palace.
Before leaving at noon, Zhu Hao said to Lu Song: "Don't worry, I'm just taking him to listen to the theater and see the lively market scenes around. Wouldn't it be better to have more contact with the lives of ordinary people outside? In a crowded place, thieves are hard to find.
Take action."
Lu Song thought about it. If they were just wandering around the palace, Jin Yiwei shouldn't be so arrogant and dare to do something under the nose of the palace, right?
But for the sake of caution, he still ordered more than 60 people, 20 of whom were personally protecting Zhu Si, and the other 40 were hiding in the dark, keeping an eye on him at all times in case of accidents.
Zhu Si was very excited. He was as happy as a dove released from the palace with Zhu Hao and Jinghong.
After leaving the palace, he felt that everything was new outside and wanted to run around, but was repeatedly stopped by Lu Song.
"Fourth Prince, you must be careful. It is no longer safe outside the palace. Someone may attack at any time." Lu Song reminded.
Zhu Hao smiled and said: "Lu Dianzhan, the man next to you is the son of the county magistrate. When you say this, you seem to be questioning the ability of local officials? It's broad daylight and it's in the city. How can there be bad people? You
Are the guards around me just for a living?"
Lu Song said with a gloomy face: "Master Zhu, please respect yourself. You are just out to play with the fourth prince, and you are not responsible for instructing us on what to do."
Zhu Si spoke for Zhu Hao: "Lu Dianzhan, you are too careful. We have not gone twenty steps out of the palace gate, and it seems that there are gangsters around the palace... Let's do this, I won't run around, let Zhu
Hao will take us away, is that okay?"
The prince once again spoke out to defend him. Lu Song felt that Zhu Hao was becoming more and more difficult to deal with. Now not only did he have the support of the prince, but also Yuan Zonggao and Prince Xing were confused by this boy. This time the prince went out to play in the palace, which made him very confused.
However, he could not influence the decision-making of the upper echelons of the palace, so he could only concentrate and continue to carefully observe the "bad guys" passing by who might threaten the prince's safety.