Chapter 356: The Story of a Chicken - A Chicken That Doesn't Lay Eggs
Hearing the ending of the story, all the guests at the B&B felt very heavy. The two lovers did not become gods, nor were they qualified to become human beings. They continued to love each other, and ended up turning into two wild geese.
"Relax, birds are more relaxed and free than people, especially in ancient times. There were no shotguns, no fishing nets, no industrial pollution, and no poison from pesticides." Jin Huabin joked: "Compare it with modern people, which one can live better?
Easy, housing loan, car loan, education, medical care, etc. Sometimes, I want to be a bird, of course, it is best to be a bird listed in the protected catalog."
The guests lamented: "Being a human, an immortal or a bird depends on a supporter. Two kind-hearted people ended up unable to become immortals or human beings, and could only enter the path of animals. It's so pitiful."
At this time, there was a leisurely bamboo flute sound in the distance. Everyone looked up in the direction of the sound and saw a scholar in ancient clothes walking slowly while playing the flute, his footsteps flowing like clouds and flowing water. Jin Huabin knew,
He is practicing for tomorrow's folk performance in Zhouwei Village. From a distance, he looks like a young man, but when he gets closer, he turns out to be an old man with a wrinkled face. Jin Huabin recognizes this man. His surname is Ye, and he is a folk artist.
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He remembered how lively the social operas were when he was a child. Every time the performance started, there would be a huge crowd of people, and everyone would be proud to squeeze in front of the stage. Every step closer to the singer would increase the level of excitement. The same goes for the singer.
Comparing tunes and popularity, this atmosphere is no less than today's star chasing. I don't know since when, social opera has declined and the inheritance has been cut off. Now only some elderly people can sing. In recent years, due to the needs of traveling,
It became prosperous again. Therefore, there were old cucumbers painted green - pretending to be young. These old-fashioned old people pretended to be the young people in the play and sang. This old man pretended to be Han Xiangzi among the Eight Immortals.
"Old Opera Man"
Singing folk songs, only the elderly
The inheritance is broken and the heart is broken.
I still recall that social operas were popular in those days.
Artists appeared on stage one after another.
After singing the curtain call, play the three-way drum.
Yesterday was full of scenery,
Today ended badly.
"Don't you care about intangible cultural heritage? Let Master Ye tell you the story of the Eight Immortals. It will definitely be more authentic than what I told you." Jin Huabin said as he invited the old man to the B&B. The old man started talking about the story of the Eight Immortals.
It was a local dialect that no one here could understand. The guests looked at each other and said, "Hunan food is too spicy for us to eat, so it has to be slightly spicy. The same goes for the folklore stories. You'd better tell us."
Jin Huabin nodded and said: "The old man sang a story about Han Xiangzi enlightening a woman. Han Xiangzi had a special ability. When the flute is played, the living creatures will dance."
The old man could understand Mandarin, so he picked up the flute and started playing it. After a while, the guests found a hen in the yard dancing to the rhythm of the music. This is so strange. The biological world is different from humans. Usually,
Males are good at singing and dancing because they have a need to court mates.
Jin Huabin explained: "This chicken, just like the chicken in Han Xiangzi's story, is a hen that cannot lay eggs. Zhuangzi has a point. The big tree is useless and cannot be seen by the carpenter. Therefore,
May he live long. The hen was useless and could not lay eggs, so it was killed by the owner to entertain guests. The reason why the B&B kept it was because it had this very strange ability. Although it could not lay eggs, it could dance.
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Seeing the old man's flute playing skills, the guests were surprised and invited him to have dinner with him. The old man was not polite and sat down generously. The guests asked him to order. He hesitated and said politely: "No reward for no merit, I
Let’s make a "Spring in the Garden·Flower God Bean Skin Circle" for everyone to cheer up.
A mat of tofu skin is spread out, and various vegetables are clearly listed, including carrots, purple cabbage, and red cabbage stalks.
Wrap it in the skin, put it in a cage and cook it, cut it into pieces with a sharp knife and it will be as raw as a hundred colors, purple as a robe, white as silver, yellow as gold.
After entering the kitchen for a while, the old man brought the dishes. Although the ingredients were simple, they were colorful, like flowers blooming all over the courtyard. The old man is a person who knows life and has stories. Otherwise, he would not cook the most common ingredients like this.
Beautiful. The guests felt a bit of respect. Jin Huabin introduced him. The old man’s family is a landlord and he is not very capable of physical work. He has loved tinkering since he was a child, how to sing well in operas, arrange dishes beautifully, etc. The villagers
They all laughed at him. The food was meant for eating. Even if it was placed at its best, it would be gone with just one chopstick. What's the use? Back then, he was rated as a poisonous weed because of his opera performance and was paraded through the streets several times. However, after the policy was slightly relaxed, there were people in the village.
When a social opera invited him, he forgot about the parade and went on stage again.
Oh, he is an old star. The guests toasted to him with emotion, and the story continued. It is said that one day, Han Xiangzi came here to search for his accomplices among the Eight Immortals. In ancient times, there were no mobile phones like today. Even if the immortals communicated with each other,
It was not easy. When he arrived at Xiaye Village, Han Xiangzi played his flute, hoping that the Seven Immortals would hear it and come. In the village, a wealthy family was holding a banquet, and they invited a young man from Chunhuayuan.
The corner's name is Yuanyang. Yuanyang is the daughter of a prison officer and was borrowed by the banquet. She sings well and occupies a place among the eight pillars in the courtyard, but she ranks between seven and eight. It is the same in ancient and modern times. She is the top leader and attracts money.
His ability was several times higher than before. Therefore, although he was good at singing, his life was not comfortable. He could only earn some money by singing in a singing hall in the homes of rich people at the village level. The servants were catching chickens for a feast. In the chicken shed in the backyard,
More than a dozen chickens were running around the yard. My wife, a fat man, ordered: "Put down the chicken quickly. It will lay an egg every day. This chicken can't lay eggs, so everyone caught it and stewed it."
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The servants followed her hand and surrounded a flower hen. This hen looked really energetic and vigorous, with shiny yellow fur, and looked like a rooster. It ran very fast and moved nimbly. The servants
After catching it several times to no avail. After a while, it flew to the rockery in the backyard and stood on the top of the rock, looking left and right. The duck giggled and chuckled. The servants were busy preparing to use the ladder to drive it down. This time
At that moment, a flute sound came from outside, which was very elegant and pleasant. Everyone stopped catching chickens temporarily and pricked up their ears. This was played by Han Xiangzi. The hens on the top of the rockery heard it and danced to the rhythm.
Her feet are straight and her dancing posture is extremely graceful.
The dancing chicken is an innovative idea. Putting it on the same stage as himself in the Spring Flower Garden will definitely attract the attention of wealthy businessmen. Yangyang had an idea and hurriedly said to the owner: "This chicken belongs to me.
It’s worth my money for today’s meeting.”
At this level, no matter how much money you spend, you will need six taels of silver. One tael of silver can buy more than a dozen chickens. Mrs. Yuanwai is already stingy. After hearing what she said, she nodded her head and agreed like a green onion.
Strangely enough, when the servant took the chicken coop again, it flew down and got into the coop.