Because the show was about to begin, the area around the bookstore was already crowded with people, but no one present knew what was going to be performed that day.
When Yu San saw Zhu Hao arriving, he hurriedly greeted him: "Brother Hao, I just got the news that they are the theater troupe we invited. Many people spend a lot of money to invite them to stay at the theater, and some theater troupes want to imitate our plays."
Fortunately, Director Long of the theater troupe insisted on morality and did not agree."
Zhu Hao said with a smile: "I don't think that Master Long is moral. He is very discerning and knows that only by hanging out with us can he make a living. Who can go to see those old-fashioned plays? Learn a few plays from me and go back."
It means having enough food and clothing for the rest of your life."
Next to him, Lu Song looked at Zhu Hao with strange eyes, feeling strange in his heart.
Isn't it a bookstore?
Why did it become a theater?
Judging by what you said, you also wrote a script?
You are really capable! You originally opened a bookstore and caused a storm in the city, but now you invite a theater troupe to sing a big show, making the land of Anlu unpeaceful?
Zhu Si asked excitedly: "Are you going to listen to a play? What kind of play?"
These days, listening to opera is still a very luxurious thing. Of course, Prince Xing's Palace is not one of them. During festivals, the Palace will invite theater troupes to sing at the mansion from time to time, so Zhu Si has watched some operas since he was a child.
Zhu Hao said: "I will arrange a Farewell My Concubine for you later, what do you think?"
Zhu Si asked in confusion: "What is Farewell My Concubine?"
Jinghong explained: "It should be about the story of Xiang Yu, the overlord of Chu, who was besieged by the Han army led by Han Xin in Gaixia. He heard that he was besieged on all sides and suspected that all Chu lands had surrendered to the Han. He drank with Yu Ji and said goodbye in the camp. Hey Zhu Hao, are you really?
Did you write this play?”
Children are most fond of heroic dramas. Since Zhu Hao mentioned Farewell My Concubine, he was naturally ready to write this drama and officially launch it.
"Of course. Today, let's watch my arrangement of Sun Wukong fighting the Bone Demon three times. Isn't this more interesting than listening to a book?"
The drama of heroism is certainly attractive, but the story of Journey to the West is equally addictive.
Especially recently, Zhu Hao's bookstore has been telling Journey to the West. It is tailor-made for storytelling enthusiasts to listen to the story and then watch the play.
"Okay, let's go see it quickly"
Zhu Si couldn't help but rush forward.
Lu Song hurriedly reminded: "Sir, dragons and snakes are mixed here, so don't rush into the crowd, just listen to the side."
Yu San smiled and said: "My lord, you are a nobleman of the palace. We have specially arranged seats in the private room according to the instructions of the young master. Can you please move?"
While talking, Yu San was still looking at Zhu Si.
He had seen Lu Song and Zhu Hao appear together before, and knew that this was the head of the guards in the palace. He didn't know his rank, but he was an official and a citizen, so he couldn't afford to offend him, but this time it was obvious that this young man in front of him looked rich and noble.
He is the protagonist.
Zhu Hao warned: "Master Zhu is a nobleman and cannot sit with ordinary people to watch the theater. If there are other guests in the private room, please ask them to move to a seat. The fee can be reduced appropriately."
Yu San is puzzled.
You have no money to make, but you insist on chasing customers away?
What number is this?
What he didn't know was that Zhu Hao was giving him a chance.
The Zhu Houcong in front of you is most likely the future Emperor of the Ming Dynasty. If you can get his appreciation, he will give you an official position as a royal guard for hundreds of thousands of households, and your ancestral graves will smoke. Do you understand?
Although Yu San didn't understand, after all, Zhu Hao was the big shopkeeper, and he could only make arrangements according to Zhu Hao's instructions.
Soon a private room near the stage was vacated.
After a while, Zhu Si, Zhu Hao, Jing Hong and Lu Song were sitting in an elegant room built with strong logs, which was more than a foot above the ground and could accommodate a dozen people, listening to the play.
There were many guards gathered under and around the wooden frame. Most of them were standing at the stairs and around the attic. Some of them were disguised as spectators. Those in the front could enjoy fruits and snacks, those in the middle could sit on long benches, and those in the back could only
They were standing, but everyone's mind was not on listening to the show. They were all looking around to prevent anyone from causing trouble.
Can wait until the gong starts
The Southern Opera performed on the stage was so attractive. In order to eat Tang Monk's meat, the White-bone Demon successively transformed into a village girl who went up the mountain to deliver food, an old woman and an old man who went to the mountain to offer incense. They were all seen through by the dazzling Sun Wukong. He beat the monster three times with a stick, but was killed by Tang Monk.
Misunderstanding and expulsion
At first, the guards could still look at the attic and move their heads from time to time, but eventually their eyes fell entirely on the stage and they could no longer move their eyes.
Lu Song was one of the few who stayed vigilant. When he saw Zhu Si looking at the stage without blinking, his heart moved. He hurriedly got up and went downstairs, shouting at the men standing around: "What are you looking at? Keep a close eye and see if there are any
Suspicious people, never forget your identity!"
One of the closer subordinates laughed and said, "Lu Dianzhan, are you too cautious? This place is only one street away from the palace. As long as you shout, all the brothers will come. Is there any need for such an army?"
Lu Song scolded with a dark face: "If something happens, do you want your head?"
This kind of threat has almost no deterrent effect, but with Lu Song holding the battle, these guards can only give up enjoying the show and once again focus on observing suspicious people. However, after looking around, they found that no one was in the show.
Please pay attention to the attic during the performance.
The guards cursed inwardly. Although they pretended to be on guard, all their attention was focused on the stage that their eyes swept across from time to time.
An hour passed, and as Sun Wukong somersaulted away from the stage under the pressure of Tang Monk, the show finally ended with overwhelming cheers from the audience.
Director Long of the theater troupe walked onto the stage: "Everyone, this afternoon's play is over. Come again in the evening."
Naturally, the audience didn't want to leave, and they all clamored for another performance. The storyteller went up and said loudly: "The next story will mainly talk about the plot behind the three fights with the Bone Demons in Journey to the West. You can stay and continue listening to the story."
Compared with drama, storytelling is less expressive, but for experienced listeners, storytelling is much richer in content than stage, can arouse more imagination, and can still make people indulge in it.
"Let's go, let's go!"
For ordinary people, they spend two or three pennies to listen to a play, and when they are satisfied, they can do whatever they want, and consciously leave the venue to those storytelling fans.
Zhu Si hurriedly said: "Zhu Hao, I haven't seen enough yet."
Zhu Hao said: "Next time, I'll take you to the flower and bird market and look for anyone selling rabbits."
"Ah? How boring is that? Can't you let me watch it again?"
Zhu Si was as stubborn as ever.
At this time, Lu Song went up to the attic and advised: "Sir, you can't stay here for a long time. A large number of people have poured in outside. Who knows if there are evil people hidden among them?"
Zhu Si was dissatisfied: "You always talk about bad people, but are there so many bad people in the world? I just watched a show, and there are bad people who are bad for me?"
Zhu Hao spread his hands: "You can't help it if you don't want to. I haven't prepared the next play. At worst, the troupe will arrange a new play for you to watch first. If you are still so persistent, then I can only leave first.
"
Although Zhu Si was stubborn, he knew that today he would go out with Zhu Hao to play as he pleased, and since Zhu Hao promised to put on a good show for him next time, he could only endure it.
The group of people went downstairs, and Leader Long ran over and said: "Dear guests, are you satisfied with what you saw earlier? Is there any?"
This is where I come to ask for rewards!
Yu San hurriedly approached and yelled: "Are you going to die, Leader Long? These are the nobles in the palace, don't cause trouble."
Hearing this, Leader Long was startled and quickly stepped back.
Zhu Si seemed to be inspired, his eyes lit up, he looked at Zhu Hao and then at Leader Long, his eyes rolling.
Zhu Hao guessed at a glance that this boy probably wanted to go back and beg his father or Yuan Zonggao to invite the troupe to perform at the palace, so that he could watch as long as he wanted.
Given King Xing's doting on Zhu Si, he would probably agree.
After walking out of the bookstore, Zhu Hao reminded him intentionally or unintentionally: "The play they sang was written by me. Without my script, they are just a grass-stage troupe and can't get on the stage at all. The famous actor Lu should be among the troupes invited by the palace.
Dianzhan, is that so?"
Lu Song frowned.
You kid actually talked to me?
Lu Song looked at Zhu Si and suddenly understood why Zhu Hao said that, and immediately helped: "The level of this troupe is indeed not good, the script is better. If Master Zhu can give such a good script to a big troupe to perform in the future,
, the effect is definitely much better than now.”
Zhu Si said excitedly: "Then let my father find a theater troupe to come back to Zhu Hao, and you will be responsible for writing scripts for them, okay?"
Zhu Hao said: "I still have to make money from scripts. They have learned how to write plays for unrelated theater troupes. What good does it do me to sing elsewhere?"
"My"
With Zhu Si's mind, he really couldn't think of a compromise.
But this was an inspiration to Lu Song.
Lu Song thought that after he returned, he could tell Yuan Zonggao that the prince likes to listen to plays, and that boy Zhu Hao can write plays, so why not let Zhu Hao write them and then find someone to sing them, so that the prince would not have to think about running away every day.
But would it go against King Xing’s cultivation of the prince if he was allowed to listen to the play?
Lu Song couldn't understand. In addition, Zhu Hao said that it would be useless to write plays for others first. Lu Song had to think about whether to say this, and even if so, how to say it.
There are many interesting things in the Flower and Bird Market. Zhu Si reluctantly cheered up and stopped in front of each stall. But after all, when he and his sister sneaked out of the palace, he often came here to play, and most of the things were not suitable for him.
It feels fresh.
He was jumping up and down along the way and seemed to be in high spirits, but in fact Zhu Si's mind was on the previous scene where Monkey King beat the Bone Demon three times.
Zhu Hao was still making a conclusion: "The singing is not very good. Nan Opera is just like that. It is soft and soft, not as high-pitched and vigorous as Qin Opera. If I train a troupe separately to sing the new operas I created, the effect will definitely be very different."
Lu Song glared at Zhu Hao, as if telling him to shut up.
You clearly don't want Zhu Si to watch more plays, and you don't want to write a play for the palace to find a troupe to sing it. Why do you keep attracting the prince's attention?
Are you looking for trouble?
But what Lu Song didn't realize was that if Zhu Hao really didn't intend to expose Zhu Si to drama, he wouldn't have taken him to the theater.
For Zhu Hao, this is retreat in order to advance.
It is not easy to raise a theater troupe by yourself, but will it be difficult if the palace raises it? Then the theater troupe can be used by yourself, and it can occasionally help you make money. It is not a good thing.
But we can't build the prince's palace for nothing. This requires some skills to turn the palace's troupe into our own.
Sooner or later, Zhu Houcong will become the master of Prince Xing's Palace, and even become the master of the world. The most important condition for the palace or the court to make profits for himself is to make Zhu Houcong like these things?
"Zhu Hao, when will you write a new play?" Zhu Si asked with some obsession.
Zhu Hao said: "I have already written part of it, and I can show it to you when I get back. But you can't be like Jinghong, who is so fascinated that you don't even want to read the book. Then, as a reading companion in the palace, my days in the palace will not be the same.
It’s grown.”
Zhu Si shook his head excitedly: "No, no, of course I understand that enough is enough. Lu Dianzhan, I'm tired, let's go home!"
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