The Luo family's carriage and horses were parked in the rice pounding courtyard. A Lu immediately took people to pack up the most decent house for the Luo Ning brothers and sisters to live in.
When several children saw the sudden appearance of a group of strangers, they were briefly frightened and then curiously looked at the troupe's props.
Li Dingguo found two children looking at the ant nest in the corner of the yard, so the big man walked over with a smile...
Luo Tianxia, wearing a green shirt, stood by the river, looking at the motionless waterwheel and the water marks two or three feet above the water.
Then…
The young man sat down on the green river bank with a piece of grass in his mouth. He looked lazy and relaxed, but in fact he was silently feeling the true meaning of the Dragon God's character.
He can now play six roles, and Dragon God is one of them.
If the Dragon God is brought to life and ten miles of rain are brought in, then at least ten square inches of wish power can be gained.
The Dragon God's props, facial makeup, and lines were all considered one by one in my mind, and the script was drafted.
Acting is a technical job. Especially for a role like Dragon God, which is rarely played and has few acting references, it requires more research.
Not only will I be the leading actor, I will also be the screenwriter and finally the director.
In and out of the play, the leading role and the supporting roles are all in kung fu. For a theater actor, the small stage is the big world, the dream world.
Luo Ning thought of this, and with a sudden movement of consciousness, he took out the pen and paper in the stage space of Ling Daozhu, and used the Qingjun calligraphy inherited from the original owner to use the pen to move like a dragon and a snake.
This is a Nuo drama. Only Nuo dramas that were relatively unpopular in previous lives have scripts with the Dragon King as the protagonist and a positive image.
In previous lives, the Dragon King in Peking Opera, Henan Opera, Sichuan Opera, Cantonese Opera and other major operas were mostly villains. Even those who had a legitimate image were only supporting roles.
It's difficult to play the Dragon God in these dramas.
It can be seen that the idea that Chinese people like dragons is actually untenable.
The three words "Sacrifice to the Dragon God" appear on the white paper, which is a play in Nuo opera.
Nuo opera developed from wizards pretending to be gods to offer sacrifices. It has a strong sacrificial nature and is even more ancient. It is a living fossil of drama.
Moreover, it is a drama mainly about pretending to be a god and entertaining the gods.
At this time, Luo Ning transformed into a screenwriter, concentrating on designing lines. Each line must be repeatedly polished through Lingdao mental method, giving it the power of a spell.
The music design must also meet the requirements of Nuo opera. Although gongs and drums are also used in Nuo opera, the distinctive horns and sword hoops are mainly used.
"Sacrifice to the Dragon God" is the most common performance in Nuo opera to invite gods. Of course, the emotional expression must be ferocious, mysterious, ethereal and simple.
Fortunately, Luo Ning can still grasp it.
In addition to script and line design, of course, unique musical instruments, robes, divine cases, and dragon god masks are also needed for Nuo opera.
These things are just ordinary props. The Ling Dao Bead can transform into one-time use illusory props, but it requires willing power.
Soon, Luo Ning entered a state of forgetfulness about things and myself, completely unaware of the beauty of spring.
Outside the rice pounding courtyard, a childish and bright cardamom girl looked at her brother by the river with her big crescent-like eyes slightly squinted, her little face was quiet and beautiful.
He is as obedient as a docile deer.
She stood quietly outside the rice pounding courtyard, and the originally ordinary courtyard turned into a moving painting.
"Haha, my brother is so good, isn't he a husband that is rare for any woman in the world? It's ridiculous that Cai Quan'er, who was a childhood sweetheart with me, is blind."
"What's even more ridiculous is that Xue Bingyu divorced my brother. He has blind eyes for gold and jade, and mistakes pearls for rubble."
"That's fine. How can a snob like Cai Quan'er, who changes her mind and fall in love with someone else, or a shameless, unruly, mean and mean person like Xue Bingyu, be worthy of my brother?"
"In the future, my sister-in-law will have to show off her appearance, intelligence, and love and righteousness, so that I can rely on her. Otherwise, no matter how extravagant she is, she will not be able to enter my Luo family."
Luo Li thought of this and suddenly heard a childish voice sounding fiercely:
"You are an adult, why don't you keep your word? You lied to us, baby!"
Luo Li turned around and saw Li Dingguo not far away walking back with an embarrassed look on his face. Two boys stood behind him with their arms akimbo poking at his spine.
"Such a big guy... Bah."
Luo Li asked in shock: "Brother Li, what's wrong?"
Li Dingguo touched his nose, coughed and said, "Teach them to fight ants in a sandbox. They lose, but deny it..."
Luo Li's eyes were full of teasing smiles, and he said sweetly: "Is it fun? Of course the second brother will not argue with children."
"That's natural, haha." Li Dingguo rubbed his hands, took a few steps and then turned back and said, "Sister, second brother is not playing around."
Luo Li nodded obediently, "I understand. Brother Li is studying the art of war."
Li Dingguo clapped his hands and said, "Yes, the girl is smart and is studying the art of war."
After the two of them exchanged a few words, they saw two men passing by holding an old cow that was skinny and full of tears.
Luo Li saw that the old cow looked familiar, it was the one he had seen before.
At that time, the old cow told himself that he had plowed fields and pulled carts for his master for twenty years, and now his master wanted to slaughter it.
At this time, the person holding the old cow was carrying a sharp knife, dressed like a butcher, and smelled of blood.
A group of carefree children looked at the old cow being led by the butcher, chased it for a few steps, clapped their hands together and sang:
"Old Niu Wuyan worries every day. It was very cold in the cowshed last night. He peels the skin to make drums and beats it with wooden mallets. The bones are tied into hairpins to remove the head. The bones are broken and made into dice. The beef is cut into pieces and put into the soup pot..."
"...I poured it into the soup pot, but I didn't get to drink it."
Hearing this, the old cow burst into tears. It mooed, turned its head with all its strength, and looked at Luo Li not far away.
The eyes are very sad.
Luo Li's heart softened, and he took a few light steps to catch up, approaching the old cow's body.
When the old cow saw her approaching, its hooves were firmly nailed to the ground. No matter how fierce the butcher and the owner pulled it back and forth, it would not move away.
Luo Li stretched out his little pink hand and patted the old cow's head, and suddenly said to the butcher firmly: "Make a price, I'll buy it."
What? Li Dingguo was stunned.
Although it is just a thin old cow, it is worth at least six or seven taels of silver.
Li'er wants to buy it?
He didn't even know what to say. Li'er was indeed different from other little girls.
"Little girl." The owner of the cow shook his head, "You are soft-hearted, right? But a beast is a beast. If you don't kill it and sell its skin and eat its meat when it gets old, do you still have to die for it?"
In fact, what he said was not that justified.
Because in the countryside, cattle are considered family members and are worth two or three strong laborers.
When a farm cow that has served the family for many years gets old, a kind-hearted owner will wait until it dies of old age, bury it, and then cover the soil with fruit trees or cypress trees.
It doesn’t mean that you have to kill and eat meat.
This is also a custom.
Luo Li said seriously: "Then I can buy it, right?"
The owner looked at the old cow and sighed: "Oh, forget it, just take it away for nine taels of silver."
Li Dingguo shook his head. This master has evil intentions.
Take advantage of the little girl's sympathy and charge high prices!
"Six taels, no more." Luo Li's little face was a little cold, "At least you don't have to pay tax. Huh, you sell cattle, why do you have to pay one tael of tax?"
"If someone from the government accuses you of killing young cattle without permission..."
The owner's face changed slightly, "Little girl, don't talk nonsense, this is an old cow. It has been plowing the fields for twenty years. Where is the prime cattle?"
Luo Li sneered: "Then the stingy husband and the official must believe it, right?"
Li Dingguo snorted coldly: "You know it well. This old cow is only worth this price. Even if you let the butcher kill it, the final income will never exceed six taels."
"Six liang!" A clear voice sounded, and Luo Ning came over.
He directly took out a five-tael silver ingot and added a bunch of copper coins.
Since my sister wants to buy it, then buy it.
He didn't want to make his sister sad for a few taels of silver.
"Okay, just six taels." The owner knew that he couldn't sell it for a higher price, mainly because he was a little afraid of this young man.
He collected the money and went home without even looking at Lao Niu.
"Li'er, you bought this old cow, do you want to leave with it?" Luo Ning thought of a question.
The cow is old and can no longer pull the cart.
Luo Li smiled mysteriously and said in Luo Ning's ear:
"Brother, the old cow told me that as long as I can save it, it will take me to find something buried nearby."
"Maybe it's a good thing."
"Brother, I am not a prodigal sister who spends money randomly just out of sympathy."
When Luo Ning heard this, he was surprised at first, and then laughed silently.
Guess what secret Lao Niu knows. Please support me. Good night, Crab!