Seeing the girl's figure disappearing among the people, Amei was stunned. Although she had only known her for half a day, she was still a little reluctant to leave her.
The gongs and drums rang louder in my ears, mixed with the noise.
Hey, it sounds better than somersaults. Amei stuffed the snacks into her mouth and hurriedly ran away. From a distance, she saw a dragon lantern on the stage.
As it danced, the faucet sprayed out a ball of fire, and Amei screamed along with everyone, and then they all cheered.
As soon as the dragon dance here stopped, another person came up carrying a lantern. Although it was daytime, you could still feel the exquisiteness of the lantern. But what was even more attractive was that this old man was standing on a car.
It was so strange that the car seemed to be integrated with him, carrying him around.
So funny!
Amei's eyes widened, she couldn't bear to blink, and she felt a little regretful. It's a pity that Miss Axiu left and couldn't see such a wonderful thing.
Chen Shi, who was standing in the crowd, yawned lazily and turned to leave. The companion next to him hurriedly called to him, "Why don't you look at it? Aren't you most interested in craftsmen? Come here to have a look."
Why are you leaving after watching this for a while?
Chen Shi said: "It's all just a show-off. It's just a birthday wish for fun. It's of no use to me at all."
The companion smiled and said: "If you don't look down on others, go on stage and show it yourself."
Chen Shi chuckled and said, "I'm afraid I'll scare everyone to death." Then he swaggered away.
The people next to me couldn't help but raise their eyebrows when they heard this: "Who is this? So crazy?"
I originally thought that Gao Xiaoliu, who was jumping up and down, was crazy enough, but I didn't expect that there was an even crazier one standing quietly in the audience.
"Coming from the north," said the previous companion.
The person who originally raised his eyebrows lowered his eyebrows and said, "Beitang? Mechanic?" Then he asked curiously, "Why doesn't he go up to compete for the master position?"
The companion laughed: "Because I don't like it."
The man earlier tsk-tsked twice, he was really crazy.
The stage was noisy and lively, and people were coming and going behind the stage.
In addition to the actors dressed up and waiting to go on stage, there are also many ordinary people here, not even ordinary people, carrying all kinds of things in their hands.
An old man from the Bai family was also sitting among them, and the servants beside him were holding a book and looking through it.
"These are the only craftsmen left," he said in a low voice.
While they were talking here, someone else came over.
"Is competition registered here?"
This was a female voice. Mr. Bai responded, raised his head, and saw a woman standing in front of him. She looked young.
The reason why I say look at the figure is because her face is wearing a mask.
This is a Nuo dance mask with a blue background and green lines outlining a smiling face. It is commonly seen in backstage actors and troupes.
But now he was wearing a green cloth shirt and a mask, which made him look particularly strange.
"Are you?" Mr. Bai asked hesitantly, "are you from the same sect?"
In order to conceal their identities, Mohists and ordinary people were mixed with each other in Baijiazhuang, and the performances on the stage were rotated. Everyone thought they were just performing tricks to celebrate Mrs. Bai's birthday. After all, Mrs. Bai shouted rewards when she was happy, and the rewards were very tempting.
Could it be that ordinary people also came to join in the fun?
The woman stretched out her hand and showed a straw knot.
It is indeed the Momen mark.
The master of the Bai family breathed a sigh of relief and asked again: "What skills are you competing for? The third category of literature, craftsmanship and martial arts."
The woman said: "Everyone participate."
All? This is a craftsman with both civil and military skills? Mr. Bai looked at her again and said, OK, as long as you want to compete, they have no objection.
"Okay." Mr. Bai nodded and looked at the girl's empty hands. "This moment is a competition between craftsmen. Your work is..."
"It was too rushed and there was no time to do it," the woman said.
How does this compare to that? Mr. Bai was stunned. He looked at the smiling mask in front of him. He couldn't see the face and expression behind it. He didn't know if he was here to amuse himself.
"I will change the work." The woman said, "Give me the work that has received the most praise, and I will slightly change it in two or three places to completely change it."
This is the first time I have heard of it. Mr. Bai hesitated for a moment.
"I have to ask other people for permission." He said, taking the booklet from the servant's hand and picking up the pen, "Miss, do you have a name?"
The woman said: "Everyone will know when I become the leader."
Mr. Bai was startled again. He looked at the smiling mask in front of him. He was so crazy.
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After about seven or eight people gave birthday gifts, the actors started a new performance.
On the stage, a person climbed along the high flagpole and made falling movements from time to time, which caused the audience to exclaim and applaud again and again.
Mrs. Bai laughed for a moment and asked in a low voice: "Is it over? No one will come up again."
Gao Xiaoliu was lazy and bored: "There's nothing to see. If my friend comes, it will definitely be extraordinary."
Ever since he came, he talked about that friend almost every day.
Mrs. Bai smiled and asked: "Is this friend good-looking?"
"Look at what you're asking." Gao Xiaoliu scolded, "Are there any of my friends who are not good-looking?"
Mrs. Bai laughed and pulled Gao Xiaoliu: "Let's go and tell grandma about this friend of yours."
Just as they were about to get up, servants came hurriedly from the side.
"Old madam, we have to wait a little longer."
Mrs. Bai was a little surprised: "What else? Why not together?"
The servant looked strange: "I said he was doing it."
Gao Xiaoliu shouted: "Who is so crazy!"
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There is a workshop in Baijiazhuang with complete tools and materials. At this time, the doors and windows of the workshop are closed, and there are many people outside talking in low voices.
"Make it now? How come it's too late?"
Although everyone made it here freshly, it took at least two or three days without sleep for all of them.
Of course, this time is definitely not enough for a truly high-quality product, but an expert can tell the skill and dexterity of the craftsman through one item, and it is enough to judge the quality.
But making it fresh? Less than half an hour. This is really a joke.
There were several people standing nearby, all of whom had ugly faces. They snorted when they heard the discussion.
"Say it's time to do it instead."
"By borrowing someone else's foundation and making a few changes, it becomes hers? Then who is really good?"
Everyone around me also understood, and it turned out that I had to do it differently. This person was really powerful, and he dared to propose such a method.
More people are curious and ask, "I don't know who he is."
Among the works on display, the dragon dance won the best. After obtaining the consent of the owner of the dragon dance, the Bai family sent the dragon inside with the door closed so that no one would be disturbed.
She only said she was a girl, wearing a mask, and refused to say her name or origin, so she was mysterious.
Several craftsmen turned around and walked out, sneering and saying: "Let's go and see how she can make things even better."
The flagpole on the stage was swaying, and the people on it had slipped down, bowing and saluting, making various funny movements. Mrs. Bai smiled and let her servants watch.
Amei rubbed her red hands. Today's stage performance is about to end. Should she go to eat on the flowing table again or go home?
The noodles are quite delicious, but there is always something wrong with eating them alone. Miss Axiu must have left Bailou Town at this time, that's all, she should go home.
Amei turned around and walked out, wondering why there seemed to be more people than before. Just as the thought flashed through her mind, there was some noise behind her, and she couldn't help but turn her head to look, and saw a dancing dragon suddenly appear on the stage.
I have seen this dragon before, why did I bring it out again?
There was no need to look back at the dragon dance that she had seen. Amei continued to walk out and suddenly heard a child shouting loudly behind her.
"so high."
So high?
Amei couldn't help but turn around again, and sure enough she saw the dancing dragon rising slowly on the stage.
This is a common golden dragon with seven sections, so it is danced by seven people, but it only rises and falls as people lift it, and the height depends on the arms and bamboo sticks.
But in order to dance flexibly and look good, the height is generally not too high.
At this moment, this golden dragon raised its head, and then its body rose up in one, two, and three sections. It slowly squirmed and looked down at everyone on the high stage.
As the dragon rose up, everyone saw that there was only one person dancing the dragon this time.
one person!
She wore a green cloth dress, a mask on her face, and held a high pole in her hand.
The high pole is on the belly of the dancing dragon.
Just one person and a tall pole can support the seven-section dragon?
The people standing leaned forward, and the people sitting straightened up. Everyone wanted to see how it was done. At this moment, white smoke came out of the golden dragon's body, like clouds and mist, and the dragon's head suddenly opened its mouth.
, spitting out a ball of fire.
The dragon dance also breathed fire before, but this time the flames were high and red, as if they were going to set the entire stage on fire.
At the same time, there was a thunderous roar.
On the stage, surrounded by clouds and mist, the golden dragon with red eyes shook its head, as if it was alive.
The people in the audience screamed and ran away, and some timid children started crying.
There were no cheers or applause, but the face of the craftsman standing in the crowd was not at all mocking, but his eyes were full of shock, and the owner of the golden dragon was even more devastated.
“This is not the icing on the cake,” he murmured, “this is a complete transformation.”