() When Zhong Jinwei turned around, he saw Wen Yuren in a daze in front of him, so he asked him: "Did you hear what I just said?"
Wen Yuren woke up from his daze and replied with a bit of disdain: "These people don't understand art and are hard-hearted, how can they sympathize with the refugees and pay for them!" Civil servants have contempt for people in military positions from the bottom of their hearts.
Zhong Jinwei was a little speechless. It seemed that people were all the same. When they heard other people's opinions, they would not examine themselves first, but would put the responsibility on others.
When the Dongchang fans heard Wen Yuren's comments, they all glared at Wen Yuren behind Zhong Jinwei.
Wen Yuren was not afraid when he saw it. He ignored these remarks and looked at Zhong Jinwei.
Zhong Jinwei smiled and asked Wen Yuren: "Then what do you think art is?"
"Art is a very high state. A singer can linger for three days without stopping, and a dancer can make people unforgettable for a long time. And this requires the singer's voice and the dancer's posture..."
"Stop, stop, stop." Zhong Jinwei directly stopped Wen Yuren's long speech. Wen Yuren was stunned and looked at Zhong Jinwei.
Zhong Jinwei didn't want to waste words and told him directly: "I don't care whether I understand art or not, I just ask for one thing. Your singing can make people cry and your dancing can make people emotional. Regardless of whether the listener or audience understands art or not, let them
They donate money, this is what you have to do, and this is the highest level you have to achieve!"
After Zhong Jinwei finished speaking, seeing Wen Yuren still stunned, he reminded him again: "If you can't sing or dance to this effect, I suggest you go to the refugee camp to experience their plight and put away the feeling of helplessness.
It’s engraved into your bones, and you will feel the difference at that time.”
Listening to Zhong Jinwei's lecture to Wen Yuren, the Dongchang officers were all gloating about your misfortune. It's a shame that you can do it.
After watching the singing and dancing, Zhong Jinwei felt a little disappointed. He remembered what Wen Yuren said when he was driving away his subordinates just now, that Wu Bing was selecting people, so he said to Wen Yuren: "Is your friend who has been with me for many years now selecting someone? Take me over to see.
look."
Not hearing Wen Yuren's answer, Zhong Jinwei repeated it again. Wen Yuren nodded and took Zhong Jinwei to other courtyards. On the way, he seemed a little lost.
Zhong Jinwei couldn't bear to see it. He was already an old man in his fifties. Isn't it a bit too much to speak so directly?
The group of people soon arrived at the courtyard where Wu Bing was. There was also a stage here. An elegant man in his thirties with a long beard was sitting in front of the stage and watching the people walking on the stage. Several people gathered around him.
Say something to him beside him.
Hearing the sound of coming in, this elegant man did not turn around, but was still looking at the people walking on the stage seriously. The other staff turned around and found that Feng Luan was leading Uncle Zhong Xing, and they all put aside their initial crowds and cheers.
Those who are here, come and see me.
Such a big movement naturally shocked this elegant man. He turned around and was reminded by the people nearby that it was Uncle Zhongxing who came here to check on the guidance of public opinion. He also quickly saluted Zhong Jinwei and said: "I'm the official, Wu, the Deputy Envoy of Jiangxi Province.
Bing, pay your respects to Uncle Zhongxing."
Wu Bing's intellectual appearance made Zhong Jinwei very fond of him. He asked: "Are you the master of opera drama that Wen Fengluan said?"
"I don't dare to take it, I don't dare to take it." Wu Bing said modestly as usual. After speaking, he glanced at his friend and noticed that Wen Yuren's expression was a bit wrong, but he didn't ask. He guessed that he might have encountered difficulties in composing music or choreographing.
"What are you doing now?" Zhong Jinwei asked Wu Bingdao.
"The lower official is selecting female actors to perform in operas."
"Oh, how did you choose?" Zhong Jinwei asked curiously.
Wu Bing saw that Zhong Jinwei was paying attention to this, so he introduced: "When choosing a candidate, you must first choose someone with graceful posture. One step at a time, three steps at a time, can best reflect the beauty of women."
When Zhong Jinwei heard this, he didn't agree very much and asked, "Isn't it just a matter of face?"
Wu Bing chuckled: "The face is the basic requirement, and then this is the walking posture."
No, the next thing should be breasts. Later generations seem to judge beautiful women this way, Zhong Jinwei thought secretly.
Zhong Jinwei wanted to judge whether the female actor Wu Bing was choosing was beautiful, so he looked up at the girl standing on the stage. At first glance, Zhong Jinwei suddenly understood: These ancient people were all wearing Hanfu, layer by layer.
, it looks luxurious, but it does not highlight the curve of the breasts. No wonder people in the Ming Dynasty did not use breasts as the criterion for judging the beauty and ugliness of women.
Wu Bing introduced there again: "So the official first selected those women whose feet had been bound to come and walk."
"What, wait, you said these women all have their feet bound?" Zhong Jinwei was very sensitive when he heard the word "foot-bound" and asked quickly.
"Yes! I wonder why Uncle Zhongxing is surprised?" Wu Bing was a little puzzled.
"You guys, aren't you so perverted! You choose people with bound feet to walk with their feet bound like pig's trotters, and then you let them act in a play, you're going to suffer!" Zhong Jinwei complained dissatisfied.
Wu Bing was a little confused. Binding feet means he is a pervert? He asked Zhong Jinwei: "I wonder why Uncle Zhongxing said that people who bind their feet will suffer and become perverts? There are also pig trotters. I really don't understand."
"I have bound my feet since I was a little girl. I bound them so hard that the bound feet deformed and turned into pig trotters. Do you think they are not abnormal?" Zhong Jinwei said with a hint of anger.
Wu Bing was startled after hearing this, and then quickly said: "Uncle Zhongxing is mistaken. The binding of these women's feet only slightly restrains their feet, so that they can naturally reflect the soft beauty of women when walking, and will not deform their feet.
"
Everyone around them nodded, indicating that Deputy Ti Xue was right.
"Of course, there may be a very few people who have their feet bound and deformed for their own extreme aesthetic concepts, and maybe there are some." Wu Bing was angry when Zhong Jinwei asked this question, thinking that Zhong Jinwei had seen such a person.
, he added.
Zhong Jinwei was startled after hearing this. It turned out that foot binding was not what he imagined. Then why did the bound feet seen in later generations be pig's trotters? It was also said that this was how they were bound in the Ming Dynasty.
Zhong Jinwei thought about what he had thought before, that the people of the Ming Dynasty at this time had the same aesthetic appreciation of feet as the later generations of people had the same aesthetic appreciation of breasts, and suddenly he suddenly realized.
Zhong Jinwei thought that the Ming Dynasty people's aesthetic appreciation of women's feet was like the later generations' aesthetic appreciation of breasts. In later generations, flat chests were called airports, and such women would still have regrets no matter how beautiful their faces were; while women in the Ming Dynasty had big feet,
It was also a pity for women in the Ming Dynasty that they could not reflect the soft beauty of women when walking.
Women in later generations who had small breasts thought about using rugs to hold them up, or adding rug pads to increase the curves of their breasts; women in the Ming Dynasty who had big feet naturally thought about wrapping their feet with foot wraps to make them smaller.
Maybe the high heels of later generations slowly developed from this.
There are also perverted people in later generations who like breasts that are G-cup or higher. It is understandable that there were perverted people in the Ming Dynasty who wrapped their feet until they were crippled and turned into pig trotters. Of course, these types
People, whether in the Ming Dynasty or later generations, are a very small group of people.
It is estimated that after arriving in the Qing Dynasty, the Tatars felt that women with pig trotters could not run away. Not only would they not be able to rebel, but they would also hinder their families from rebelling, so they encouraged this perverted foot-binding behavior, which eventually evolved into "pig trotters" all over the world.
This situation was blamed on the Ming Dynasty, making people mistakenly think that all Ming Dynasty people were so perverted.
After thinking about this, Zhong Jinwei felt very happy. He had always been worried about the foot binding in the Ming Dynasty, but now he finally untied the string.
Wu Bing saw that Zhong Jinwei had been in a daze, with an uncertain look on his face. He was a little worried, and even called out a few times, but there was no response. Wen Yuren was also shocked by Wu Bing calling Zhong Jinwei, so he took his mind back and looked at Zhong Jinwei: Could it be that Zhongxing
Bo was enlightened by Shi Qu (characterized by Wu Bing)? Impossible, weren’t we talking about women’s foot binding just now?
Zhong Jinwei happened to figure out the matter of foot binding at this time. When he came back to his senses, he found that a group of people around him were staring at him worriedly, and then he realized that he had lost his composure. So, he quickly changed the subject and asked: "Has the candidate been selected?"
"We are choosing, not decided yet." Seeing that Zhong Jinwei returned to normal, Wu Bing was relieved and replied.
"Oh, then go ahead. By the way, can you show me your script?" Zhong Jinwei wanted to check the level of the scriptwriters Wen Yuren said.
"Uncle Zhongxing still knows opera?" Wu Bing was a little surprised when he heard that Zhong Jinwei wanted to read the script. Could it be that Uncle Zhongxing was a fellow actor?
Wu Bing, a famous opera writer in the late Ming Dynasty, was captured for resisting the Qing Dynasty and died on hunger strike.