Quick Transmigration: After becoming beautiful, I am numb

Chapter 97 The vicious stepmother of the Republic of China (32)

Bayer and other foreigners read Marco Polo's travel notes when they were young.

They are full of yearning for the oriental country full of gold and full of mystery described in the book.

However, when they actually came to this country, they were all disappointed.

Not to mention the gold everywhere, they actually made a fortune.

However, the country they saw and the people they came into contact with were not at all what they imagined.

The country is indeed very large, but very weak.

The people here, although the men have cut off their braids, are still ignorant.

They either have pathetically low self-esteem or are ridiculously arrogant.

As for the women, they were hunchbacked, timid, and the most frightening thing was that their feet were bound.

God, this, this behavior is simply cruel and barbaric.

They could never have imagined that in the twentieth century, the Land of Dreams, once so highly praised by Marco Polo, would look like this.

There is also the traditional art of Huaguo, Bayer and others did not feel the beauty and magic.

Because in the music performance they watched, those performers looked solemn, either plucking the strings or playing the flute.

The music may be nice, but as crooked nuts, they can't resonate at all.

What frustrates Bayer and other foreigners the most is that those who perform on stage are often actors, tricksters or poor people.

There are no ladies or young masters from wealthy families at all.

It was only later that they learned that in the country of Hua, the so-called ladies of every family are not allowed to show their faces.

They had their feet bound and locked up at home.

It is said that some people have never left their homes in their entire lives.

This, this is unbelievably terrifying.

disappointment!Very disappointed!
Childhood dreams were shattered, and foreigners' perceptions of Huaguo plummeted.

Some people have compassion;

Some people are even more arrogant, insulting innocent people who dare not resist.

However, Gu Qingcheng's "Millennium Feast" made Baier and others enter a dreamy and wonderful world.

Here, they felt the charm and heritage of an ancient cultural country that has been passed down for thousands of years from Gu Qingcheng.

"Ms. Gu is so amazing. When she is quiet, she looks like a real socialite; when she plays the drums, she looks like the passionate sun!"

Felix is ​​a doctor and has access to people from all walks of life.

When he was in country D, he met those noble ladies.

The etiquette norms of the East and the West are different, but the pride and self-confidence in the bones are understandable.

He felt that kind of "nobility" from Gu Qingcheng.

"That's right! I really didn't expect that Huaguo would be so bright a thousand years ago."

Baier's eyes were also full of surprise.

He couldn't imagine that with just a drum, Ms. Gu could play so many tricks.

Instead of sitting and playing the guqin dully, it rotates and jumps between several big drums.

Clothes fluttered, skirts fluttered, and the sound of drums combined with those strange instruments played a wonderful movement.

Baier and others still can't understand it, but they can feel the powerful power and majestic momentum from it.

"I heard that thousands of years ago, when their armies fought, they would beat drums to boost their morale."

As a person who cannot study the history of his own country, William has done a lot of research on the history of other countries.

However, he cannot be regarded as a "flower-planting expert". Otherwise, when he saw Gu Qingcheng's performance today, he would say something polite:
"Stay like a virgin, move like a rabbit!"

And the foreigners who came to join in the fun, such as Bach, were also impressed by the novelty, beauty and grandeur of the Millennium Feast.

What they like most is Gu Qingcheng's free and easy, enthusiastic and cheerful performances.

No feet, no dullness, just the enjoyment of music and dancing.

Of course, they would "appreciate" in this way, and Gu Qingcheng's peerless looks also played a big role.

Don't say anything aesthetically biased.

In fact, the mainstream aesthetics in the world have always been unified:
A real beauty should have big eyes, a high nose bridge, three-dimensional facial features, delicate skin, and a well-proportioned figure.

And beautiful things can also stimulate the perception and make the body and mind happy.

Foreigners do not understand the traditional culture of China, but they can still enjoy the "beauty" from those costumes, music, and performances.

The same traditional culture, foreigners seem not interested in guzheng, guqin, etc., but they are very respectful of opera and Mr. Mei.

It's not that they suddenly like opera, but that they feel the beauty in this art form.

Gu Qingcheng showed these foreigners another, brand new Chinese traditional culture.

"Good! Good!"

"Bu Tefo!"

These people ate the novel and interesting food suspended in the water, listened to the majestic drum performance, and watched the individual and unrestrained dance performance, all of them couldn't help giving their thumbs up.

Gu Qingcheng: ...Fortunately, this body is not bound with feet, so that I can dance Hu Xuanwu without any hindrance.

"That's great, Ms. Gu! Can I, can I give it a try too?"

Mr. Bach was born in a military family and was very interested in mighty and powerful drum music.

He was also wearing Mingguang armor and came before several drums.

"of course can!"

Gu Qingcheng handed the drumsticks to Bach, and told him some tricks and rhythms of drumming.

Bang!
Bang bang!

Bach wore retro armor and swung the drumstick vigorously.

The drumming gradually gained a rhythm, and Bach secretly followed the rhythm of a certain march, jamming a little.

Not to mention, it's not weird.

"Haha, Bach, I'm coming with you!"

Infected by the atmosphere, Felix also stood up, took the drumstick, and played with Bach.

Boom!
dong dong~
Drum duet.

The atmosphere became more and more heated, and the foreigners who drank some wine became more and more excited.

They just had fun.

Beat the drums, beat the chimes, or simply wear retro clothes and twist around in the open space of the garden imitating Gu Qingcheng's Hu Xuan dance.

In this picture, people with high emotional intelligence will say singing and dancing.

People with low emotional intelligence will probably say "a group of demons dance wildly" secretly.

However, no matter what the adjective is, the foreigners enjoyed the feast very much.

They did not dislike the traditional culture of Huaguo, but admired and appreciated it extremely.

This made the Chinese guests who came to the banquet a little dumbfounded.

"Foreigners don't feel disgusted?"

"It's strange. When I invited Mr. Felix last time, I specially invited the top player of Baihualou to play the pipa. That is the signature program of Baihualou, but Mr. Felix doesn't like it at all."

"Yes! I have invited Mr. Bach before. He is famously serious and difficult to get in touch with!"

But at this moment, this man was actually chanting and beating the drums to his heart's content.

This scene really overturned his perception of Mr. Bach.

Oh no, not just Bach, but these foreigners seem to be different from what they remember.

"Hmph, I've already said that the old ancestor's stuff is good. You see, foreigners like it the same way!"

"That's right, it's all those things that have forgotten their ancestors. I actually despise them, and say they are feudal dross! Do foreigners still like dregs?"

"There is hope for the country of Hua! Wuwu, this old man knows that things from our country of Hua will be accepted by the world sooner or later!"

There were also a few people who seemed to be old and young, but now they no longer felt that Gu Qingcheng's dancing was immoral.

Instead, she was tearful, with a look of pride on her face.

"Crack!
"Crack! Kick!"

Among the discussions among the guests, there were also the flickering of the spotlight and the unique sound of the camera.

"Huh? Why are these reporters here?"

"I didn't remember inviting them. Could it be Ms. Gu's preparation?"

The happiest person in the whole banquet was Ma Yong, the "master".

When it first started, he was still a little nervous.

But when Baier and the others put on the bright light armor and gave a thumbs up to the stage, he knew: It's done!

As expected of Ms. Gu, the millennium feast that was created directly stunned the foreigners.

The ensuing "dance of demons", oh no, "the guests enjoy themselves", made Ma Yong even more delighted.

The banquet at his family not only entertained the foreigners, but also made a splash in front of the big and small people in the provincial capital.

In the future, if someone laughs at him as an illiterate old man, Ma Yong can just throw out today's feast and talk about it——

"I'm a vulgar reckless man? Huh, my family's millennium feast, foreigners come to agree."

"As for you, you are from a scholarly family, but foreigners don't even join in your church."

This is probably the tragedy of this era.

Whether our own products are good or not needs a group of foreigners to evaluate them.

However, this is the current trend.

It is good to get approval from foreigners.

And having such a good thing is "superior".

Ma Yong was proud, proud, even when he saw the Constipated Overseer and the Young Overseer in the crowd, his good mood was not damaged in the slightest.

Overseer: ...You are so bold, where did you get a "Ms. Gu"?Even foreigners are coaxed!
Isn't it just wearing "theatrical costumes", beating a drum, and turning around? I can just find some actors from the troupe and study for a few days, and I can do it!
When the Millennium Feast was being prepared, there was a lot of commotion because the foreigners in Bayer and other provincial capitals "moved on hearing the wind".

The Overseer heard too.

After sending someone to inquire carefully, the warlord found out that it was actually Ma Boldly who hired an "expert" to come up with such an eye-catching thing.

The warlord's instinctive disdain.

However, foreigners have to participate, and the warlord is a little uneasy.

He simply mixed in with his son, and secretly instigated many celebrities and elders in the provincial capital, trying to pick a bone from an egg.

As long as there is something wrong with Ma's bold banquet, such as kneeling too much and licking foreigners, such as deliberately belittling one's own culture and praising Western culture.

Although these are the norms of this era, there are some things that can be done, but cannot be broken.

In order to leave "evidence", the military governor specially invited reporters from several newspapers...

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