Zhou Jun looked at the stage outside the pavilion and asked Aunt Gongsun: "In all these years, Auntie has never thought about returning to her old career?"
Aunt Gongsun said with a smile: "I am getting old. Let alone the sword dance, even if I get up early, my legs and feet will be sore for a long time. How can I have the ability to go on stage again?"
"The famous dancer in Chang'an should stay in the past. Now there is only an oil shop woman who looks after her husband and raises her children, and lives a peaceful life."
When Zhou Jun heard Aunt Gongsun's sincere words, he just sighed and stopped persuading her.
Seeing that nothing happened, Aunt Gongsun stood up and said, "I will get up early tomorrow to build an oil mill by the Bahe River. I will leave first."
Zhou Jun looked at Aunt Gongsun's retreating back, and thought about the sword light in the poem that was as startling as a wandering dragon, and couldn't help but be filled with emotion.
Yuping saw him at the side and said: "Erlang, in the pear garden, every few years, there is someone who is famous in the world."
"Xu Hezi, who has just entered the palace, is the best example."
"The waves are rolling in the sand, the rivers are rushing, and the new man replaces the old. It's normal. Erlang, don't get upset about it."
After hearing this, Zhou Jun nodded slightly and said, "What Yuping said is absolutely true. A certain person is actually obsessed with his appearance."
Yuping stood up, said ten thousand blessings to Zhou Jun, and left.
Zhou Jun gathered his thoughts and returned to the wing.
Pushing the door open and entering the hall, he saw Hua Yue looking at something happily.
Zhou Jun walked into the bedroom, wiped his face, walked out and asked Huayue, "What are you looking at?"
Huayue: "When the opera ended, Rouxing and I went to talk to the musicians. When they heard that I was your maid, they gave me a playbook."
Zhou Junqi said: "Script? Let me take a look."
She took the playbook titled "Nong Za Shi Lu" from Hua Yue's hand and flipped through it, only to see that it was filled with beautiful small characters, obviously handwritten by a woman.
I read it carefully and found that there were some hand-written stories in the playbook that were used for the performance.
Each story is very short, only a few hundred words.
However, there are a lot of marginal notes and quotations in the margins.
Zhou Jun read a story about a man who joined the army and accidentally lost his official seal. He had to deal with inquiries from his superiors, find ways to delay time, and search everywhere.
The story is so witty and humorous that it makes people laugh after reading it. It’s no wonder that Hua Yue was overjoyed just now.
Zhou Jun asked her: "Are there any dramas of this type in Dashi?"
Huayue nodded: "Yes, it's called imitation drama, and it comes from the Sicily Islands in ancient Greece. But most of them don't have any scripts. They only have a simple introduction of one or two sentences, which is completely improvised."
"So, the same parody, performed by two different actors, will have completely different effects."
Zhou Jun glanced at the playbook in his hand and began to wonder, if those famous plays after the Tang Dynasty were performed today, would anyone watch them?
But soon, Zhou Jun gave up this plan.
The scripts of those dramas that appeared after the Tang Dynasty are not a simple story.
It includes the "score" of character singing, lyrics, notes and rhythm, etc.;
It also records the figures’ figures, martial arts and other performance cues and the “scenery” of stage management;
There are also personnel positions and the "chuantou" of the order of appearance;
And an "outline" specially used by stage managers and other personnel.
Such a script often requires three to five "editors" (writers) and more than a dozen "assistants" (assistants), and it takes a long time to complete.
Just the words and verses in the drama must be carefully considered and considered over and over again.
Therefore, in those novels and TV shows in the previous life, the protagonists relied on their own efforts to create a complete script, which was basically a fantasy.
Thinking of this, Zhou Jun also completely stopped thinking about writing the script. He told Hua Yue to rest early and went back to his room to lie down.
The next morning, Zhou Jun had breakfast and just planned to go to the Bahe River to see the construction progress of the oil mill.
Outside the gate of Bieyuan, a guest came.
Bu Qu, who was guarding the concierge, led the man to find Zhou Jun.
Zhou Jun took a closer look and saw that it was his eldest brother Zhou Ze.
At first, he thought something had happened at home, so Zhou Jun quickly asked Zhou Ze.
Zhou Ze returned to Taoism and everything was fine.
Zhou Jun was a little confused. Why did the elder brother come to Bachuan to find him at this time?
Zhou Ze asked: "Does Erlang have free time today?"
Zhou Jun thought for a while and realized that there was indeed nothing to do today.
Zhou Ze asked again: "Can I ask Pang Gong for a day off?"
Zhou Jun looked at Zhou Ze and asked, "What on earth is going on?"
Zhou Ze hesitated for a moment and said, "Does Erlang still remember Shao County Cheng?"
Shao Chang?
Zhou Jun nodded, still waiting for the answer.
Zhou Ze: "The Prime Minister of Shao County invited a certain person to join the poetry club, and said that he wanted you to accompany him."
Poetry club?
After listening to Zhou Ze's words, Zhou Jun smiled bitterly and said: "Brother must know Hengcai's caliber. Going to the Lao Shizi Poetry Society is just making fun of generosity."
Zhou Ze naturally knew that his second brother's ability in reciting poems and writing poems was difficult to achieve, but looking at his face, there seemed to be something unspeakable about him.
After thinking about it again and again, Zhou Ze decided to tell the truth: "The poetry club owned by the Prime Minister of Shao County is called Hongyan Poetry Society, and it is quite famous in Chang'an City."
"My brother's classmate, Luo Yingcai, is also a member of the poetry club."
"Brother, I met the director of the Poetry Club a year ago under the recommendation of Luo Yingcai, but unfortunately, I fell short in the entrance examination and failed."
"This time, Shao Guanwen is willing to give brother Wei another chance to take the exam, but the condition is that Hengcai must be brought with him."
Zhou Jun was confused after hearing this.
What trick is Shao County Cheng doing?
You know clearly that I have stated that I can't recite poetry, but you still want your elder brother to drag me to some poetry club?
Zhou Jun remembered something again at this time, and asked Zhou Ze: "When did brother know that the Prime Minister of Shao County is also a member of the Poetry Society?"
Zhou Ze: "After my father's case was settled, Shao County Magistrate approached Luo Yingcai, who then approached me."
Zhou Jun asked again: "That time when we were drinking at Mingshi Xuan, was it probably my brother who wanted to join the poetry club, so he dragged Heng Cai there?"
Zhou Ze looked ashamed and just nodded.
Zhou Jun lowered his head and thought carefully for a while. The last time Shao Chang took the initiative to find him, he obviously wanted to use the method of measuring the mind and observing the physiognomy, borrow flowers and offer them to Buddha, and make friends with Mr. Yin.
Well, this time he pulled me in again, but he didn't know why.
Zhou Jun thought about it for a while, but couldn't think of any clues and wanted to refuse.
But Zhou Ze's dusty appearance, coupled with the look of hope on his face, made Zhou Jun swallow the words he spoke.
Zhou Jun thought about it again and thought to himself, just go and have a look, the worst that can happen is that you will be ridiculed.
Thinking of this, Zhou Jun said to Zhou Ze: "Brother, please wait a moment. I will announce a holiday to Pang. Come back as soon as you go."