Nongmen ruffian concubine: ploughing the fields, planting buns

Chapter 101 Let him enter the show

Ding Shitou sang a famous section, and he finished it soon.

But as soon as she stopped, Zhao Jianjian urged: "Sing it again, I want to listen."

Ding Shitou curled his lips and had to sing it again, but when he was about to sing it for the third time, Zhao Jian said again: "This song is very beautiful, I want to listen to other songs."

Another sentence of "I want to listen", Ding Shitou almost stroked his forehead, this master is really hard to serve.

Well, the rich is the uncle.After receiving the money, she will naturally be attentive.

She walked around the hall twice and thought of another famous piece of Yue opera.

At that time, there was no such thing as Yue opera, but the folk folk art spread in Jiangsu and Zhejiang was very rich, but it did not have the opportunity to spread widely in this era.

Zhao Jian said he was from the north, if she hadn't heard of him before, she wouldn't be suspicious if she fooled around casually.

"My family has a little sister, Jiumei, who is admired by people for her cleverness. She is an expert in drawing dragons, embroidering phoenixes, and is good at playing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. I am looking for a famous teacher in Hangzhou..."

Ding Shitou sang happily and didn't notice Zhao Jian's subtle expression.

After a long while, she finished singing, and was about to repeat it automatically for the second time, but Zhao Jian spoke again.

"You're tired, come over and have a tea break."

"Thank you for your understanding." Ding Shitou wished he could sing so fast, how could he finish it in half an hour?

"The previous song said that two people who met each other for the first time looked at each other, were they a prince and a beautiful woman? What about this song? The elder brother is a matchmaker for the younger sister?"

Zhao Jian asked Ding Shitou with interest.

"Uh..." Ding Shitou almost choked out the tea he drank, and held back with a distorted expression.

"My son is wise, that's it." After a long time, Ding Shitou stopped his embarrassment and hurriedly opened his mouth to explain.

Asking such a boring question, how lonely and boring this master is.

No, she has been wearing it for ten years. She has been wandering around the market since she was a four-year-old girl. What haven't you seen?

Those who sing songs can't make a fortune, and it's even more difficult to become a famous actor. Listening to and reminiscing about every word of the song, you have to figure out the background and origin, and then spread it to each other.

In the final analysis, entertainment, culture and other pastimes are too scarce in this era.

"Then are they married?" Zhao Jian asked curiously.

Based on the operas he has heard, it is generally difficult for those who sing like this to get married in the end, and even if they do, they must go through untold hardships.

"Master, do you want to hear this story?" Ding Shitou was quiet for a while, and then he spoke suddenly, with a plan in mind.

"True story?" Zhao Jian was surprised.

"For a tael of silver, let me tell you about this beautiful love story." Ding Shitou raised his eyebrows without explaining.

"Speak? I want to hear you sing." Zhao Jian frowned.

"My lord, what you sing is a joke, and the story you tell is smooth and complete." Ding Shitou had no choice but to explain the characteristics of the two.

Trying to encourage Zhao Jian to listen to her, of course, is also to earn an extra tael of silver.

"Is this not sung?" Zhao Jian became stubborn.

"That depends on whether I want to hear a story or a song. I just want to listen to the song, and there are a few paragraphs to follow." Ding Shitou was a little annoyed.

"Then sing it first and listen to it." Zhao Jian insisted.

Ding Shitou had no choice but to drink two more sips of tea, and then sang "The Loutai Meeting" and "Butterfly Transformation", deliberately ignoring the famous passages in "Farewell to Eighteen" that exposed Zhu Yingtai's identity.

Sure enough, Zhao Jian frowned, and seemed to mutter after a long time: "Didn't the elder brother promise to marry Jiumei? Why did he become the elder brother himself, and even turned into a butterfly?"

He didn't expect that he would be included in the play by singing casually, and he really thought about these issues, which made Ding Shitou dumbfounded.

(End of this chapter)