Bailuyuan, I am Bai Xiaowen

Chapter 25

This year has been pretty smooth.

Farmers depend on God for food.

There is a lot of food, which is considered a good harvest.

Lu Zilin said, "Jiaxuan, we have a lot of grain production this time, both of us have much more than in previous years, so much, why don't you spend a little money and invite a troupe to sing a big show for a day to celebrate, you See if it works."

This year's harvest is very good, and Hejia Village in the neighboring village has invited a troupe to have fun, and their Bailu Village can't be content to be inferior.

Bai Jiaxuan thought about it in his mind and realized that the harvest was indeed pretty good. Then he thought that it had been a long time since he invited the troupe.

In the past, there were opera troupes in other villages who sang big plays, and people from their own village would go to other villages to watch them.

"Sure, Zilin, let's invite him too, just to make trouble for him." Bai Jiaxuan agreed and went to watch the opera. This is currently the most popular entertainment activity in the original world, and only those villages with some spare money can afford to hire opera troupes. Come and listen to the show.

There is a lot of food, and each family will put part of the food into the ancestral hall.Bai Jiaxuan has more confidence, and it will be more convenient if he wants to accomplish something in the future.

Bailu Village went to invite a theater troupe, and the patriarch Bai Jiaxuan contacted him personally. There is a big stage in the village, and usually all big plays come here.

The barbers, the candy sellers, the opera singers, these are all low-life people who have no status and just make a living.

The opera troupe's business is better this year. Yuanshang's harvest is good, and several villages have invited them to sing a big opera. "All gods and saints, please bless all gods."

The head teacher put a stick of incense on the enshrined statue, and it was already early autumn, which was the time when they had the most activities.After a while, it will be winter, and there will be fewer and fewer people who ask for operas. Just relying on this time to earn a little more, I can have a good year this year.It's not easy for people in all walks of life these days.

"Master, the entertainer is here."

"Thank you, God, for blessing me." The troupe leader bowed to the statue again.

It was Bai Jiaxuan who came over, "Leader, tomorrow I will invite you to sing a big show in Bailu Village for a day."

"So it's Patriarch Bai, come on, I'll definitely be here tomorrow."

"Thank you, boss, this is the order."

First give part of the money to the troupe.

Bai Jiaxuan's reputation extends beyond Bailu Village to the entire Bailuyuan.The class teacher also admired him.

"I want to thank Patriarch Bai. I haven't been able to play much in the past few days. I want to thank Patriarch Bai for taking care of me."

The next day, the troupe came to Bailu Village.

The atmosphere was lively, and more than 200 people from the village came to the stage.

The stage is relatively simple, but the atmosphere is full of enthusiasm, with the sound of gongs, drums and suona.

There were crowds of people all around, watching with gusto.

Although the opera singers didn't have much status, everyone was willing to put in the effort, take it seriously and use all their special skills.

I ordered several big plays, including some with lewd lyrics and songs. For the people in Yuan Shang, they preferred to listen to these, and they were even blushing. Bai Jiaxuan wanted to change to another one, but seeing that everyone was in such high spirits, he just went with them. went.

Not only people from Bailu Village, but also many people from neighboring villages came to watch the play. Such a lively scene made Bai Jiaxuan quite proud. The lives of the people in the clan were prosperous, and he felt comfortable and had a sense of honor as the head of the clan.

The weather is great this year.

Not only their Bailu Village had a bumper harvest, but several nearby villages also had bumper harvests.

They are all nearby, depending on the weather.

Usually if it's going to be good, it'll be good together, and if it's going to be bad, it's going to be bad together.

There are some opera singers, but Bai Xiaowen has no interest in this kind of opera.

After the storyteller Old Man Yang passed away, Bai Xiaowen lost a source of income.

But he didn't go out much.

There are still about [-] oceans in the space that haven't been spent much.

The theater troupe sang a big play, and people from several nearby villages came over.

There are also some Bai Xiaowen's peers.

A lot of theatergoers came here, and they all liked to join in the fun.

Hei Wa has no interest in listening to operas now.

Bai Xiaowen is always asked to tell stories.

Bai Xiaowen only spoke intermittently occasionally.

This time, it started to continue the last "Legend of the Condor Heroes".

Only once in a while.

The storyteller Old Man Yang is dead.

The manuscript I wrote is still in space today.

I'll deal with the manuscript when I'm older.

He began to tell: "Wang Chu walked so fast, and after a while he took Guo Jing out of the city, and after a few miles, he came to the back of a mountain peak. He couldn't stop speeding up, intending to test Guo Jing's martial arts, and then he ran faster and faster .

The strong wind carried flakes of snow and rushed towards him. Wang Chu ran towards a hill. The slope was covered with snow, making his feet slippery. Later, he suddenly went up a steep slope. Guo Jing had practiced well, and his face did not turn red or his heart increased. Jump, follow Wang Chuyi and run up the hillside, as if walking on flat ground. "

Immediately many people came over to listen.

They are all people of the same age.

Seven or eight people gathered around.

Some people from other villages came over and looked at Bai Xiaowen and the others, who didn't know what they were doing and gathered around.

I also thought about going over there and taking a look.

Slowly more people came over.

Bai Xiaowen continued to talk, "When Wang Chu saw the ferocious coming of him, he could only put his palms together, and there was a soft snap. His palms met and he was about to use his inner strength to push out. Suddenly, a person turned around and pressed the sand with his left hand. Tongtian's wrist, his right hand pressed down on Wang Chu's wrist and spread outward. Both of them felt a shock in their palms and immediately retracted their hands.

I saw that the man was dressed in white, with a light fur belt, and a handsome expression. He seemed to be 35 or [-] years old. His eyes were flying sideways, his face was handsome, but he was also handsome. The clothes he wore made him look like the grandson of a wealthy prince. "

Hei Wa and the others are fine.

The children in other villages looked at him blankly, as if they had never heard such a good story.

I was thinking in my heart, no wonder none of them listened to the show.

Listening to stories is more interesting than listening to plays.

Suddenly, a child from another village said, "Isn't this the story of The Legend of the Condor Heroes?"

"How do you know? Have you ever heard of it?"

I heard it when I was in White Hart Town.

I didn’t expect people here to talk about it.

The story of the vulture spread quickly in the county.

But Lao Yangtou is dead.

The rest of the storytellers are all patchwork stories, which are unsystematic and incomparable with what Old Yang told.

What this child heard in the town was not what Old Yangtou said.

It was other storytellers who listened to others, collected some, and then combined their own ideas to form an adapted story.

Naturally it is not as good as the original version.

Now that I heard Bai Xiaowen's story, I just feel that it is much more exciting than the stories I heard in the town before.

Slowly, several people gathered around.

But Bai Xiaowen stopped talking.

Send everyone away.Just tell the people in your village a little bit.

(End of this chapter)