Luo Li and Su Chuo or Lu Pianpian talked about it for a while, then returned to the room and pulled out a pamphlet under the pillow.
Opening the booklet, several marked and highlighted records were clearly visible.
"...Cai Quan'er changed her mind when she saw something different, and fell in love with someone else, prompting her brother to get married..."
"...Xue Bingyu was dissolute and shameless, fooling around with a monk and getting pregnant..."
"...City God Xuan Qian wants to take me as his concubine..."
"...My mother was taken away..."
"...Xue Bingyu divorced my brother..."
"...Brother will blackmail me for three thousand taels of silver..."
"...Xuan Qian sent ghosts..."
The eight actors in the Luo Family Class, including the leading role, supporting roles, and supporting roles, are all in place. Although there are too few people, we can still perform a performance.
Often at this time, lonely ghosts will also be happy.
Even those old women with deflated chests laughed and cursed and spat in shame.
The voices of the two people were long and full of sadness. The masks they wore also gave people a sense of sadness and mystery.
The villagers also came in twos and threes with their families.
"Shout to Heaven, shout to Earth, please invite the powerful Dragon King..."
"The sky is high and the soil is thick, the people are suffering, and farmers from all over the country are crying..."
Just look at the "Dragon God" sitting upright on the "Cloud Chariot" in the dark ancestral hall, looming in the swirling smoke...
The two of them walked to a sad and slow rhythm and sang together in a crying voice:
The unique horn horns and sword sounds of Nuo opera sounded, and the mysterious and strange atmosphere around the stage became even more intense.
"Because..." Luo Li looked up at the cloudless sky, "Today is auspicious, it will probably rain."
The horns and swords sounded, and at the same time a long and ethereal voice like a spiritual caller sounded:
"Please-Dragon-God-I!"
"That's right. There are only a few people in the Luo family class, and the class leader is young, but he is really decent."
Each scale is painted with cloud patterns.
Everyone frowned, sucked in the cold air as if they had toothache, and their mood for watching the show became much lighter.
Just know everything is ready.
"Oh, I'm right. The town invited the Wang Family Troupe to sing an opera, and I went to see it. The Wang Family Troupe had a large number of people, and the performance was great, and they paid a lot of money."
"Did you sing well? Good! I sang for a whole day, but did the Dragon Prince show any respect? No!"
Luo Ning wore a ferocious dragon god mask, and was served by two children, Xiguer and Luguer, and put on a set of coarse cloth robes painted with dragon scales.
As she looked at these records, her bright little face became more and more gloomy, her delicate red mouth was pursed tightly, and her pink and white fists were slowly clenched.
After a while, the "Dragon God", supported by two supporting characters wearing shrimp crowns, boarded the "Cloud Chariot" and sat upright.
The entire stage was suddenly filled with a tense and mysterious atmosphere.
Lord Dragon, please give me a rain.
Su Chuo suddenly remembered that today was the day when the Luo Family Band went on stage to pray for rain from the Dragon God.
"Sacrifice to the Dragon God" is the most common god-inviting play in Nuo opera.
On the stage next to the Wang family ancestral hall in the village, a magic table has been set up, seven incense burners were lit, and smoke filled the entire stage.
Everyone stared at the stage intently.
They seem to have seen people fleeing the famine with their families and becoming refugees.
It was obviously broad daylight, but it made people feel frightened.
Thousands of people were immediately attracted by this tense, mysterious and strange atmosphere.
The villagers haven't been so lively in a long time.
A cloud chariot decorated with donkey carts was parked in the ancestral hall.
So it needs to be mysterious and ethereal.
This is also to entertain ghosts and gods during social operas, and it has the meaning that the ghosts and gods of the common people enjoy watching the opera together.
Many villagers with dove-shaped faces shook their heads and sighed, feeling gloomy and gloomy.
The seven actors of the Luo family class have prepared costumes, props, masks specially used for Nuo opera, horns and iron rings for swordsmen.
At this point, the two masked men howled loudly and beat their chests with their hands. Holding swords and iron rings, they danced in front of the divine case as if they were shouting at the heavens and the earth.
"Woo-"
"We can't let her discover anything unusual."
The donkey was blindfolded, wearing a sea animal mask, and his body was painted with lime and strange patterns.
"This Luo family team was bought by each of us with seven copper coins, and we also provide food. They say they are entertaining the gods and asking the Dragon King for rain, but can they really ask for rain? A dead horse is treated as a living horse doctor!"
The two of them shook their swords, danced and cried, shouting: "I would like to invite the Dragon King! I would like to invite the Dragon God!"
"Please-Dragon-God-I!"
"But Su Chuo is Su Chuo, and Lu Pianpian is Lu Pianpian..."
After lunch, almost all the more than a thousand villagers came to the nearby area, and it was packed. Several nearby ancestral halls were crowded with people inside and outside.
If it doesn't rain yet, there will be another year of drought this year, and if you can't pay taxes, you will really have no choice but to evade taxes.
The paper shed-like cloud chariot is also painted with colorful cloud patterns, hung with copper bells and has a built-in incense table.
The entire Gujing Village knew that Luojiaban, who had lived in the village for six or seven days, finally went on stage to entertain the gods on an auspicious day.
"Ding ding ding..." Amidst the rapid sound of the swordsman, the sound of gongs and drums also became tense and rapid.
"...It is not appropriate to put this woman on paper if she is around us..."
The performance had not officially started yet, and the villagers were chatting with each other and complaining.
What's the point of hiring an opera troupe to entertain the gods? It's just money spent in vain. The Dragon King won't reward you, and if the actors sing to death, it won't rain.
This soul-like sound immediately attracted everyone's attention, and more than a thousand people fell silent immediately.
It's obviously a costume made of coarse cloth, but because Luo Ning personally supervised the production, it looks very presentable.
"The town has spent thirty taels of silver in vain! I can't ask for a teardrop from Lord Dragon!"
The second-rate old bachelors in the village were not ashamed, and they happily squeezed into the crowd of older girls and younger wives, causing a lot of curses.
At a quarter past noon, the watchman in the village started shouting with gongs and drums.
The children squeezed into the crowd like loaches burrowing through the mud, and it was difficult to prevent them from slipping away.
He died on the road and could not return home.
"Hee." Su Chuo looked back and smiled, gently flipping his hair, "Why is that?"
Just as everyone was turning their attention to the stage and talking about it, a gong suddenly sounded.
The Su brothers and sisters even brought two bottles of wine. Su Chuo was addicted to alcohol as soon as he talked about it. Since he was coming to the theater, he always had to be prepared.
"Woooo..."
It was crowded with people, bustling and noisy.
"Let's watch the show first. The Luojiaban stage is really a bit mysterious, full of smoke and fog."
At the same time, the stage instruments also become sad and desolate, the rhythm is slow and heavy, and it is an obvious Erhuang Ban style.
Then, she took out a small brush and wrote: "March 18th..."
The cardamom girl came to the yard again, looked at Su Chuo who was drying clothes in the sun, and said with a gentle smile:
"Sister Su Chuo, I forgot to remind you that you shouldn't dry your clothes today."
Killed by robbers, harmed by demons and ghosts.
Two supporting characters wearing silver masks stood beside the "Cloud Chariot" and presented a patrol trident modified from a hunting fork.
After writing this, I looked up at the door, frowned, and crossed out the record again.
But many people know clearly that today is a day of joy amid hardship!
A moment of happiness is a moment, and a moment of hunger is a moment!
I don’t know how many people will become refugees in the second half of the year.
According to the script of Nuo opera, this "cloud chariot" from the world of mortals will carry the ancient and mysterious Dragon God, come to the world to watch the dance, and then make clouds and rain in joy.
It’s officially started!
"The gong is about to begin! The Luo family class is about to begin!"
Forget it, all the copper money has been spent, let's just give everyone a bowl of rice to buy and have fun. These actors who are just living in the world are pitiful.
"It's been three months since the first lunar month, and my eyes are bleeding in anticipation of rain..."
Luo Li, the Su brothers and sisters, and Li Dingguo came to the stage early, looking at the stage with bright eyes.
"Enemies! The Dragon Prince is very busy! From what I say, it means lively and lively, but poor and lively! Once it's lively, it ends in tears."
…………
The crops in the fields are about to wither.
A series of improvised sacred flags made by the Luo family class were placed around the stage, making the sacred scene on the stage shrouded in smoke even more solemn.
"Ding ding..."
"Ding ding——"
The stages for social dramas in villages are usually set up in open places in the village, such as the grain drying field, beside the ancestral hall, in the cemetery, and in front of the Tutu Temple.
Immediately afterwards, the farmers played by Alu and Aji appeared on the smoke-filled stage wearing masks with sad faces and wrinkles.
At this moment, a burst of ethereal copper bells suddenly sounded, and a "cloud chariot" slowly appeared on the stage.
The smoke on the stage suddenly became thicker, and the cloud chariot seemed to come through the clouds and mist...
Dragon God!
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