I could see that this troupe owner was not simple. At least he had sung ghost opera before. Seeing how he was chatting and laughing, he didn't take it seriously at all. Seeing that the third uncle was about to go out with him, I glanced at Fatty Sun.
"I'm going too, Mr. Sun, you..." Fatty Sun laughed: "You've already gone, how dare I continue drinking? Let's go together."
Grandpa was old and didn't follow, but Xiao Laodao followed the troupe leader. The two of them were talking and laughing along the way, and the three of us followed them. When we arrived at the troupe owner's temporary residence, the troupe leader went in to get something and asked us to
The four of you will wait a moment.
"Old Xiao, if you sing a ghost show all night, you only get double the pay. He is not greedy." I took out cigarettes and handed one to each of them, while smoking and chatting.
Even though Monk Xiao was a seasoned man, he didn't taboo anything. He puffed his cigarette into a butt and said, "Not greedy? Shit! What he said is that the acting remuneration for these ten days has been doubled, and the remaining money is all
It's his. Little Lazi, don't underestimate these people, the water is deep here." He flicked his cigarette butt on the troupe owner's door.
I'm not interested in how deep the opera industry is. But I want to find out who paid the money: "Third Uncle, can't the county come up with this money?" The third uncle also took the last puff of his cigarette and threw the cigarette butt on the ground.
, stamped it out with his foot: "Your grandfather and the village chief have agreed that half will be contributed by the village and half by the clan's public funds..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the troupe owner walked out of the room carrying several bags, large and small. I took a few items, including burning paper, incense and plain candles, and a bag. The troupe owner held it personally, not knowing what was inside.
What is it packed with?
After getting all the necessary items, a few of us walked all the way to the river. We got on the theater boat first and burned incense and paper around the theater boat. The theater owner kept mumbling while burning incense, but his voice was too low.
, I couldn't hear what he said, and when I wanted to get closer to listen, I was pulled aside by Monk Xiao: "Don't go there, he is offering sacrifices to ghosts and gods. It's not good for you to hear."
I glanced at the troupe leader who was still nagging like a mantra, and turned back to Monk Xiao and said, "How can he, a troupe owner, even understand this?" Xiao Laodao said, "You underestimate the opera singers.
They travel all over the country, what kind of opera have they never sung? In the past, there was a custom in some places. If someone died in the family, they would invite an opera troupe to sing a ghost opera at home to compare with the ghost opera, which means the name is different."
It didn't take long for the troupe owner to burn all the incense and paper. He opened the bag that he was holding tightly just now. We all leaned over and I could see clearly. The troupe owner was holding something that seemed to be dried in the sun.
In front of us, he wrote words on each corn leaf. I counted, and he wrote nine in total. There were guillotine cases, Shiro visiting his mother, locking five dragons, etc.
It was a play card. After the troupe leader finished writing, he held it respectfully in his hand, walked to the side of the boat, and shouted loudly: "Today there are twenty-three actors from the Dacheng Opera Troupe here, and they will present a great play for the princes of the underworld tomorrow night."
One. The Dacheng Opera Troupe has nine grand finale plays. Please reward the play cards from all the masters of the underworld."
After the class leader finished speaking, he placed the corn leaves in his hand on the water one by one. He turned back to the few of us who were watching and said, "Come here and do me a favor. Shine your flashlight to see which leaves sink."
Remember the name above."
At the beginning, there was no change in the leaves in the water, but after about ten seconds, one of the leaves suddenly sank to the bottom of the river without any warning. I could see clearly that Shiro was visiting his mother. Then, the second and third leaves also sank to the bottom of the river one after another. Fatty Sun said next to him: "Havoc in the Heavenly Palace, Wu Pen Ji"
Okay, the class leader no longer cares about the remaining corn leaves on the water: "Okay, the play selection is over, my job is here first. Master (Xiao Laodao), remember tomorrow, as soon as it gets dark, the upper and lower sides of the river will No one is allowed to come in or out at will for five miles. It's a shame to be in a hurry. Don't get us involved again."
"No." Xiao Laodao shook his head and made me dizzy: "Don't worry tomorrow, the militia will seal off the surrounding area within five miles. No one will come to disrupt the situation."
"That's fine." The class leader paused for a moment, then continued: "One more thing, the rules for singing night opera. As long as it is a night opera, the master's family must send someone to guard the theater. Don't worry, it's okay. This is a rule. .With someone from the master’s family taking charge, we opera singers can have peace of mind.”
Xiao Laodao glanced at my third uncle and me: "Both of you are named Shen, who is coming?"
The third uncle didn't hesitate at all and said immediately: "I'll do it."
"Third uncle, forget it," I said, "I'd rather do it, right...Sun Ting?"
After a busy night, when we returned to grandpa's house, it was getting light. We went back to our rooms to rest. Third uncle went to grandpa's house and gave the room to me and Fatty Sun.
I was lying on the kang, just as I was getting sleepy, I heard Fatty Sun next to me say: "Lazi, things here in your hometown can be considered evil. You can even attract ghosts by singing a big show. By the way, you like to collect files when you have nothing to do. Room, have you ever seen anything like this?"
Fatty Sun’s words reminded me that there are too many documents in the archives, and I have not come into contact with even 1% of them. I haven’t seen any incidents related to ghost shows. But according to the rules, this matter should be reported to the bureau. Reported.
I planned to discuss this with Fatty Sun: "Great Sage, do you have to report the ghost show to the bureau?" Fatty Sun didn't answer. I thought he was asleep. When I turned around to look at him, this guy was staring at me. Eyes looking at me.
"I was startled. I didn't say anything. I thought you were asleep."
"Lazi, are you done with being the director?" Fatty Sun then said slowly: "Didn't I say that you just made your grandfather look bad for a day, so let's forget it? Wait until those guys from the second room come, Even if your peep show is dismantled, who has ever seen a department director and a division director wandering around a group of junior staff? I mean, can you really expect the people in the second room to hide it for you? "
I understood what he meant, but I still asked to confirm his answer: "What do you mean?"
Fatty Sun sat up from the kang and said, "Lazi, we didn't just join the polling bureau, and we've been fooling around as soon as there was any trouble. We can break into a fifteen-story building in Qilin City, you idiots. No matter how fierce you are, can you still be more sinister than a fifteen-story building full of innocent ghosts?"
Fatty Sun swallowed his saliva and continued: "Lazi, let's bring this guy over. It's probably God's will. Even if there is an evil ghost, as long as it dares to show its head, dealing with it is just a matter of hooking two thumbs."
I was moved by Fatty Sun, and after chatting for a while, I fell asleep unconsciously. When I woke up, it was already past 12 noon. After eating something simple, I My uncle came in with the county police chief.
The police chief's surname was Zhao. He arrived early in the morning with his troops. The technicians brought the unlucky man who drowned last night back to the county town for an autopsy. It was learned that the two leaders had been looking for clues to solve the case until midnight last night. Now,
Director Zhao had been waiting outside the house before we got up. Grandpa tried to wake us up several times, but Director Zhao stopped us.
Dealing with people like this is completely Fatty Sun's strength. He hummed a few times and dealt with the director casually. Grandpa winked behind him, and I understood and said: "Director Zhao, Sun and I
What the director means is that in order to avoid unnecessary rumors, this boat-river drama will be stopped for one day."