Daming: Brother, there is no future for monks, let's rebel

Chapter 93 Sajia Shi Naian, the ancient version of "The White-haired Girl"

They thought it was Pingzhang Bolu, the Mongolian province, who was obsessed with opera and storytelling.

Many theater troupes and storytellers immediately felt proud, and held their heads up when performing arts on weekdays.

It seems that once Lord Pingzhang likes these professions, their worth doubles.

The teahouses and restaurants in Jiqing Mansion became even more lively, and guests came to join in the show.

In Jiqing Mansion, there was an atmosphere of prosperity through singing and dancing.

In this turbulent time of war, people can't help but feel a lot of emotion.

Outside Jiqing Mansion, a scribe of about 50 years old rode a donkey and walked into the city gate with a servant.

The appearance of singing and dancing in Jiqing Mansion greatly surprised the middle-aged scribe.

"It's strange. The Qing Mansion was besieged by the Red Turban Army not long ago in this episode. Why can't you see the slightest panic, but such a lively scene?"

The middle-aged scribe couldn't believe it. After entering the city, he wandered around two more streets. As expected, he didn't find anything unusual. He believed in his heart that Jiqing Mansion was really not affected by the war.

"The official Lubu document I saw before said that Jiqing Mansion repelled the red scarf very tragically. Then Pingzhang Bolu is even ready to be destroyed, why can't he see it at all?"

The middle-aged scholar, full of doubts, led his servants through the streets and alleys, and came to the entrance of an alley, and then walked to the gate of a courtyard.

The middle-aged scribe jumped off the donkey, walked to the gate of the yard, and raised his hand to knock on the door.

suddenly.

He saw an iron lock on the gate, obviously the family was out.

"Could it be that Brother Bowen has already resigned and returned to his hometown?" The middle-aged scribe was suddenly a little puzzled.

At this time, the neighbor next door heard the movement, went out and stretched his head to check. When he saw the two middle-aged scribes, master and servant, they immediately greeted them with smiles.

"Sir, are you here to find someone?" The neighbor next door asked with a smile.

The middle-aged scholar cupped his hands and saluted, "I'm bothering you, brother, may I ask if the resident of this house is named Liu?"

He was afraid that he had misremembered the address, so he asked first.

"That's right, it turned out that Liu Canzheng lived here, but two days ago, his family moved to another place!" said the neighbor.

"What? Liu participates in politics?" The middle-aged scribe was surprised when he heard this.

The neighbor replied with a smile: "Yes, it's Liu Canzheng. Don't you know about Liu Canzheng's promotion?"

The middle-aged scribe looked surprised, "I'm looking for Liu Ji and Liu Bowen!"

"That's right, Liu Canzheng is Liu Bowen." The neighbor said.

Then, to the astonishment of the middle-aged scribe, this enthusiastic neighbor led him to Liu Bowen's new residence.

I saw that this house was grand and grand, using high-quality masonry tiles, which seemed to be materials that only dignitaries could afford.

Duandan is a style!
"The guest's first and last name?"

A servant obviously knew the neighbor, invited him into the porter's room for tea, and then turned to ask the middle-aged scribe.

The middle-aged scribe still hasn't recovered from the shock.

"Is this really Liu Ji and Liu Bowen's home?" asked the middle-aged scribe.

When Menzi heard this, he became unhappy, this guest was so powerless, his master was a political officer in Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces, a senior member of the third rank, how could you, a poor old man, be able to call him by his name directly.

"My master is Liu Canzheng, I don't know what you should call him?" Menzi's tone was already a bit bad.

"Okay, since you're here, you can't leave. You should report that Suzhou Shi Zhaorui is visiting!" said the middle-aged scribe.

"Guests, please wait!" Menzi immediately turned and walked in.

This middle-aged scribe named Shi Zhaorui has another nickname, Shi Naian!

He is the author of the famous Water Margin in history!
Just as Shi Naian was looking around at the door, he heard a voice of surprise coming from inside the door.

"Haha, Brother Shi has waited so long, Liu Ji is guilty!"

As soon as the words fell, Liu Bowen walked out quickly wearing a cotton robe.

He was obviously in a hurry to get out, even his hat was on one side.

"Berwen, long time no see." Shi Naian said with a smile.

"Brother Shi, please come inside!"

Liu Bowen grabbed Shi Naian's hand and cordially invited him into the hall.

Although Liu Bowen and Shi Naian are more than ten years older than each other, they were both Jinshi in the imperial examination in the same year, so they are very close.

Moreover, both of them had served as officials in eastern Zhejiang, which deepened their friendship.

Later, Shi Naian talked with Liu Bowen for a while, and finally figured out the reason why Liu Bowen suddenly became a high official.

"Let me tell you, how could that idiot Bolu have the ability to make the Red Scarf Army retreat? It turned out that it was Liu Bowen's clever plan!" Shi Naian said in a cold tone.

"Brother Shi, I can't help myself. My family and friends are all from Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and I have no choice but to join forces with Bolu, Fan Yao and others." Liu Bowen heard Shi Naian's sarcasm, and said helplessly.

"Hey, I came to Jinling this time to discuss world affairs with you, but now that I think about it, there is no need for that." Shi Naian said.

"A major event in the world? Brother Shi, what do you think?" Liu Bowen keenly sensed that there was something in the words.

Shi Naian wanted to speak, but shook his head, "Forget it, different ways don't conspire with each other, you are now participating in politics in the Dayuan Province, and you have a bright future, so I won't say anything else, so as not to delay you Liu Bowen great future."

Liu Bowen and brother Shi Naian used to have a good relationship with each other, talking about wine and talking all night about ancient heroes.

Seeing Shi Naian's appearance now, Liu Bowen couldn't help it.

"Brother Shi, if you have something to say, you might as well speak it out, you and I are friends, so what are you afraid of?" Liu Bowen said.

Shi Naian thought for a while, and naturally he could trust Liu Bowen, so he continued to speak.

"Bowen, to be honest, I came to Jinling this time to persuade you to join me in joining the rebel army!" Shi Naian said.

"Volunteer for the Rebel Army?" Liu Bowen's chrysanthemum tightened immediately when he heard it.

He is now a half member of the Red Scarf Army, and his role is even greater than that of the general rebel army.

When Shi Naian said this, his heart trembled.

However, the friendship between the two of them is irreversible, so naturally there is no need to worry about Shi Naian defrauding herself.

"That's right, I joined the rebel army. Now that the Mongolian Yuan has no morals, the officials are corrupt and the people have no means of living, I am exhausted. Although I am old, I still have a dull heart for many years. Now I want to show my ambition!" Shi Naian said.

After hearing this, Liu Bowen quickly asked, "Brother Shi, where did you plan to join the rebel army?"

"Taizhou!" Shi Naian stretched out his hand and pointed to the east.

Taizhou is located in the lower reaches of the Yangtze River, east of Jinling.

"Taizhou, I heard that it has already been occupied by the rebel Zhang Shicheng. Brother Shi wants to go to Taizhou, so is he going to vote for Zhang Shicheng?" Liu Bowen said.

"That's right, I heard that although Zhang Shicheng came from a reckless background, he is quite a virtuous corporal. He doesn't burn, kill and loot the people, so he should be able to accomplish great things." Shi Naian said confidently.

In the early years, Shi Naian used to be an official in Qiantang, Hangzhou. Later, because he was dissatisfied with treacherous ministers who were in power and harmed the people, he resigned and went home to study and write.

Now the world is in chaos, and he heard that Zhang Shicheng, the Taizhou rebel army who is close at hand, is quite capable of achieving great things, so he wants to drag Liu Bowen to rebel together.

An old scribe in his 50s, according to the average age in ancient times, is already in his old age.

However, Mr. Shi Naian is an old man, and he has the ambition to rebel again.

It is worthy of being Shi Naian who can write the heroic outlaws of the marsh.

However, after listening to Shi Naian's words, Liu Bowen kept shaking his head.

"Not right, not right." Liu Bowen said.

When Shi Naian took a look, he was immediately angry.

"Of course it's not right. You, Liu Bowen, are now participating in politics in Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces. How could you join the bandits like me? If it's right, it would be strange!" Shi Naian said angrily.

Seeing this, Liu Bowen didn't get angry at all, but laughed instead.

"What are you laughing at!" Shi Naian's fiery temper immediately became angry.

"Brother Shi misunderstood, I'm not laughing at you!" Liu Bowen quickly explained.

"Then what are you laughing at!" Shi Naian insisted.

"Brother Shi, if you really plan to make contributions and join the rebel army, how about I recommend a better place for you?" Liu Bowen said.

When Shi Naian heard this, he was immediately taken aback.

"What, are you serious?"

"Haha, of course it's true. When did I, Liu Ji, ever lie to you?" Liu Bowen laughed.

"Tell me, where do you recommend me to go?" Shi Naian asked quickly.

"Chuzhou, the Red Scarf Army!" Liu Bowen said.

"What, Red Scarf Army?"

After hearing this, Shi Naian felt a little reluctant.

In today's world, the Red Turban Army is the most powerful.

However, the Red Scarf Army also has a fatal shortcoming, that is, the places they occupy are all places where disasters are frequent.

In other words, if it weren't for the frequent disasters, the Red Scarf Army wouldn't be able to make trouble.

The Red Scarf Army occupies all the poor places. I heard that they can't even eat enough. How can they fight for the world?
But Zhang Shicheng and others in Taizhou are different.

Zhang Shicheng and others came from private salt dealers, and there is a cornucopia of salt industry in the local area, which can be said to be a rich family.

I heard that Zhang Shicheng was able to recruit hundreds of people just because he was an uncle and cousin, all of whom were able to sell private salt.

After Shi Naian thought for a while, he expressed his thoughts.

After hearing this, Liu Bowen couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

My brother, who is the same age, really can't see clearly.

Since we want to compete for the world, it is naturally people-oriented. With people, you have soldiers and horses. With soldiers and horses, you can't grab anything.

Zhang Shicheng and others in Taizhou only occupied the salt-producing area, and there was no Red Scarf army and neighbors to echo around.

"Brother Shi, meritorious deeds do not depend on having a lot of money, but on having a lot of people. Zhu Yuanzhang, Marshal of the Chuzhou Red Scarf Army, and his brother Zhu Han are both dragons and phoenixes, and they will surely achieve great things in the future. I am Contained by clan relatives and friends, otherwise I would have voted for them."

Now that Shi Naian was already planning to join the rebel army to rebel, Liu Bowen no longer concealed the slightest bit, and immediately explained clearly the nature of his undercover assistance to the Red Scarf Army Brother Zhu Han.

"So that's it! I said you, Liu Bowen, are not the kind of treacherous people who are greedy for power!"

When Shi Naian was overjoyed, he immediately pulled Liu Bowen and said.

"Brother Shi, if you trust me, you might as well go to Chuzhou to meet Zhu Han first, to get to know them first, and if you think they can't do it, then make another plan." Liu Bowen continued to persuade.

The more contact with Zhu Han, the more Liu Bowen admired this young man.

Whether it's the military, government, people's livelihood, or political and political affairs, this young man who is said to be born in poverty can always play with Pingzhang Zuocheng and others in the Mongolian Yuanjiang Province, Jiangsu and Zhejiang Provinces.

"Of course I can trust your words, Liu Bowen, then go to Chuzhou to visit the deputy commander of the Chuzhou red scarf!" Shi Naian said with a smile.

The two had a thorough conversation, which immediately opened up the original knot.

In order to conform to his noble status as the third in command of Mongolia, Yuan, Jiangsu and Zhejiang, Liu Bowen now has a group of servants in his family.

Since I haven't seen Shi Naian for a long time, it's natural that I want to have a good drink and talk about my friendship for many years.

Liu Bowen's wife, Mrs. Chen, was also dressed in expensive lake silk. Surrounded by five or six maids and servants, she brought her two young sons to see her elder brother Shi Naian.

Now Chen's proper appearance of a celebrity and noble lady, how could she look like she had to borrow just for a meal of rice a little bit ago.

Liu Bowen entertained Shi Naian for three consecutive days, and it was not until Pingzhang Bolu in Jiangsu and Zhejiang Provinces arranged to send the troupe secretly sent to Chuzhou that Liu Bowen changed his identity to Shi Naian and boarded the The fleet to Chuzhou.

Since he was arranged by Liu Canzheng, Shi Naian received all kinds of care during the trip.

When it was time to disembark at the border of Chuzhou, Shi Naian was even a little reluctant to leave the fleet of the Mongolian Yuan Province.

"Oh, sure enough, fame and fortune are gentle tombs that wear down heroism!"

Shi Naian took Liu Bowen's letter, went straight into Chuzhou City, and came to the government office to deliver it to ask for an interview.

"What, you are Shi Naian?"

Zhu Han stared at the middle-aged man in front of him with a look of surprise.

"That's right, I'm Shi Naian, has the deputy commander heard of me?" Shi Naian was a little puzzled.

Does he have such a great reputation that even the red scarf thieves in Jiangbei have heard of it?

Zhu Han immediately stepped forward, grabbed Shi Naian's clothes, and said with a smile.

"Mr. Nai'an is famous all over the country, how could I not know about it!"

Hearing Zhu Han's words, Shi Naian felt a burst of excitement and joy in his heart, it was simply beautiful.

The young red scarf thief in front of him really has some knowledge, as Liu Bowen said, he belongs to the dragon and phoenix among people.

Just this look at people is definitely not bad.

"Haha, it's just the old man's false name." Shi Naian began to pant unconsciously.

Now that Zhu Han has met such a master of literary history as Shi Naian, it is of course impossible for him to run away.

Immediately, Zhu Han invited Shi Naian to the seat, and the two had an earnest conversation.

"Oh, it turns out that Mr. Naian is planning to overthrow Baoyuan with us!" Zhu Han already had a plan in his mind.

"It can also be said that the Mongolian Yuan's tyrannical government is immoral, and it is already at the end of its days. Although Shi is not young, he still wants to make a contribution." Shi Naian said.

Zhu Han asked some more topics about military administration, and Shi Naian answered them fluently. Although he didn't have the amazing feeling of Li Shanchang and Liu Bowen, it was not comparable to ordinary people.

"Sir, you are indeed a great talent. I sincerely invite you today. Can you stay in Chuzhou and serve as the commander-in-chief of our rebel army?" Zhu Han immediately extended the invitation.

When Shi Naian came to Chuzhou, he originally planned to find out the details of the Red Turban Army first, and then decide whether to join him or not.

Unexpectedly, after seeing Zhu Han, the other party actually showed great importance to him, Shi Naian made up his mind on the spot.

"Shi is not talented, and is willing to contribute a small amount to the rebel army!" Shi Naian said.

Immediately Zhu Han happily ordered that the cook of the government office prepare food and wine for Shi Naian.

He also introduced Hu Yiba, Chen Baodao, Lu Zhongheng and others to Shi Naian.

At the welcome banquet, Shi Naian looked at the food on the table and confirmed his decision to join the Red Turban Army.

In the huge Chuzhou government office, the banquet prepared was only four dishes and one soup. Although the amount of dishes was not small, it was definitely enough to eat, but it didn't look extravagant at all.

"Don't blame me, sir. I am a righteous army on behalf of the heavens. All I need are obtained from the common people. I dare not waste a single bit. You must be frugal in food and clothing. You are definitely not negligent. When I go out in another day, I will choose the best restaurant in Chuzhou , Serve me, sir!" Zhu Han said hastily.

Shi Naian shook his head, waved his hands and said: "The deputy commander misunderstood, Shi is a certain age, what kind of wealth and style, I have seen it before, but it is just some illusion, what is rare and precious is that the rebel army is so simple and as usual. Not mediocre people who are greedy for pleasure!"

Both the host and the guest are not people who like luxury, so they immediately started chatting with each other.

Zhu Han is still young, so naturally he can't drink alcohol.

Chen Baodao and Hu Yiba were companions, having a drink with Shi Naian.

Even though Shi Naian is a scribe, he actually has a good capacity for drinking a thousand cups without getting drunk, and has been drinking Chen Baodao and Hu Yiba to the point of staggering.

"Haha, deputy commander-in-chief, although Shi doesn't drink much, he can still hold eighteen bowls of wine!" Shi Naian said in bewilderment.

Boom!

As Shi Naian dangled around and passed out drunk, the reception banquet was finally over.

Two days later.

Shi Naian, as the commander-in-chief of the Chuzhou pacifier, followed Zhu Han and his party out of Chuzhou City.

"Deputy Marshal, where are we going today?" Shi Naian asked, staring at the dark circles under his eyes.

After getting along for two days, the bold Chen Baodao, Hu Yiba and others gave him a lot of creative inspiration. He worked overtime last night to write another chapter of Water Margin Heroes, which is based on Chen Baodao, Hu Yiba and others. Click on the characters.

"Today we are going to Zengjia Town, there is a new miscellaneous show to be performed there, let's go and see the effect!" Zhu Han said.

New miscellaneous dramas, that is, new scripts written by scholars such as Hu Weiyong arranged by Zhu Han, are all new miscellaneous dramas that show bullies and landlords oppressing good people.

Different from those shoddy miscellaneous dramas, the level of Hu Weiyong and other scholars is simply a blow to dimensionality reduction, especially with Zhu Han's outline plot, which is both humorous and tear-jerking.

Zengjia Town is a small town outside Chuzhou City.

The only wealthy family in the town is the Zeng family.

The Zeng family has been a local tyrant since the time of Zhao and Song Dynasties, and later voted for the Mongols to become officials and politicians, occupying almost the entire town's land and shops.

However, although the Zeng family also had a lot of bad deeds, most of them were suppressed by the influence of the clan, and there were still many members of the same clan who were oppressed, and they couldn't find a place to complain.

After Zhu Han sent people to find out about this situation, they immediately arranged to mobilize the awakening of the people in Zengjia Town to fight the local tyrants and divide the land.

After walking for half a day, Hu Yiba shouted at the front.

"Deputy Marshal, Zengjia Town is ahead, and I've already seen the colorful flags of the theater troupe."

"Change into casual clothes and go to the theater with me!"

Inside Zengjia Town.

With the sound of gongs and drums, a lively stage was set up in the town.

Originally, there was nothing unusual about this miscellaneous show, everyone had seen it before.

But today's miscellaneous show is very different.

Because this theater troupe is not a grass-roots troupe walking around the streets, but an official troupe supported by the Chuzhou government.

There were dozens of soldiers and officers escorting them alone.

All the people in Zengjia Town, whether rich or poor, crowded in front of the stage, ready to watch the play.

The squad advocated Jiuyi, dressed in neat new clothes, lifted the corner of the curtain, glanced at the growing crowd outside, and felt a surge of pride in his heart.

"Today's "Biography of the White Haired Lady", you all have to put your heart into it. If anything goes wrong, get out of our auspicious class!" Zhang Jiuyi turned around and said to the troupe with a serious face.

The entire troupe members, upon hearing the troupe master's lecture, immediately rushed to ensure that nothing went wrong.

In the current auspicious class, the number of members has swelled to more than 20 people, not only Zhang Jiuyi's family actors and gongs and drummers, but also several apprentices and helpers.

They eat and drink with the Jixiang class, and no one wants to lose this good job.

"Folks, stay safe and don't be impatient, wait for a stick of incense, and the show will begin immediately!"

An apprentice from a theatrical troupe beat the gong, walked to the stage and said.

As he spoke, he turned several somersaults, causing the crowd below to cheer.

Zhu Han led Shi Naian, Hu Yiba and the others over, and booked a seat by the window on the teahouse opposite the theater troupe, just in time to have a panoramic view of the stage not far away.

"This is a warm-up, it can be used to appease the restless audience." Zhu Han said with a smile.

Shi Naian nodded, but his eyes were waiting for the curtain on the stage without blinking.

As the background curtain, colorful scenes are painted, including halls, wilderness, and mountains and forests, which makes the audience feel immersive.

This is really the first time Shi Naian has seen this kind of stage.

"Get out, get out!"

"Step aside!"

suddenly.

With a burst of noise, the originally crowded crowd opened a passage, and a group of people walked in from behind, surrounded by a rich gentleman in silk, and walked to the front of the stage.

This is the best position, and everyone should be vying for it, but because of the arrival of this rich man, an empty circle was dodged out of the way.

There were whispers among the people in the crowd.

"Master Zeng is here!"

"Master Zeng is a big theater fan!"

"Hmph, Zeng Batian is too arrogant!"

Obviously, this Master Zeng who appeared was the big landlord of Zengjia Town.

"What show is it today?" Master Zeng asked while sitting on a chair.

"Master, it's the biography of the white-haired women!" said a servant.

"Okay! Master, I like to watch strong girls!" Master Zeng let out a wretched laugh.

Several followers around also laughed together.

"Hmph! So it's a scoundrel!" Shi Naian snorted coldly.

The landlord of the Zeng family below is obviously a landlord who does not belong to the category of gentry, and Shi Naian usually looks down on this kind of person the most.

咣 咣 咣!
With the sound of a loud gong, the new miscellaneous show officially began.

With the troupe members wearing brand-new costumes one by one, the fish jumped onto the stage.

The audience below burst into applause.

The props and costumes of the auspicious class, after Zhu Han's instruction, have already been replaced by shotguns.

Not only does it look more suitable for the plot, but there are also several kinds of clothes that can be switched in the background.

"Biography of the White-haired Girl" is actually the white-haired girl copied by Zhu Han, but the characters in the plot have been slightly changed.

It tells the story of Yang Chongshi, a poor tenant farmer. The father and daughter depend on each other. The beautiful daughter Yang Xiniang is coveted by the landlord and bully Huang Laoxie.

Then there is usury loan sharks that ordinary people are familiar with, and the high interest rates cost the life of the tenant poor farmer Lao Yang.

After the bully landlord Huang Laoxie forced her to death, she also forcibly occupied Yang Xiniang, causing her to suffer all kinds of humiliation and oppression.

Finally, Yang Xiniang finally got the chance and fled to the barren mountains and wild forests. Three years later, Yang Xiniang, who was originally beautiful and beautiful, turned into a white-haired girl who was neither human nor ghost.

At this time, Zhu Longxing, the general of the rebel army, raised his troops to attack the Mongolian court and its lackeys. He marched through the mountains and forests, and rescued the white-haired girl Yang Xiniang.

Afterwards, Yang Xiniang helped Zhu Longxing, the commander of the rebel army, point out a path that went straight to the rear of the Yuan army and the running dog army.

The rebel army won a complete victory, and the commander-in-chief Zhu Longxing wanted to reward the hero Yang Xiniang, so he asked her what reward she wanted.

Yang Xiniang said in front of everyone that she didn't want gold and silver, fertile land, and official positions.

Just kill that bully landlord Huang Laoxie with your own hands, and avenge your father!
Zhu Longxing, the general of the rebel army, immediately nodded in agreement, untied the green steel sword with his own hands, and handed it to Yang Xiniang to avenge his father.

Finally, after Yang Xiniang counted Huang Laoxie's crimes, she beheaded him to avenge her father.

puff!
As a cloud of blood mist shot straight into the air, everyone was shocked.

Dang!

The teacup in Shi Naian's hand was also frightened and dropped on the table.

He looked at the stage in front of him in horror, showing a look of horror.

"Really beheaded?!"

Seeing this, Zhu Han showed a smug smile, and then said with a smile: "Haha, sir, you are joking, these are all the theater troupe of the government office, how could they really beheaded."

"It's just carmine water!"

Shi Naian was still not satisfied, so he continued to ask: "On the stage, you pay attention to the artistic conception. Such bright red blood may lose the charm of the opera."

Zhu Han didn't think so.

He pointed at the audience below with his finger, "Look, sir, they like it very much. It doesn't matter what kind of demeanor or artistic conception it is."

Shi Naian turned his head to look, and sure enough, the audience below were already crying.

They both felt sad and sighed for the miserable experience of the white-haired girl in the zaju, but also felt happy about the fact that they could finally kill the bully and take revenge.

Many bully and landlord Huang Laoxie's methods of oppressing the poor in the whole drama, whether it is lynching to extract confessions, usury usury, or selling children and daughters to pay off debts, also aroused the resonance and indignation of many people.

"Act again!"

"Yes, do it again!"

Suddenly, there was a shout from the crowd.

More and more audiences are not satisfied with one drama, and they are asking for a rerun.

"Folks, we have a lot of new plays, don't worry!"

Ban advocated Jiuyi ran to the stage and shouted loudly.

He wanted to calm down the audience, because such enthusiasm had far exceeded his experience.

It turns out that juggling can still be performed like this!

"No! We want to see the white-haired martyr!"

"Yes, let's just look at the white-haired strong girl!"

Amidst the urging, Zhang Jiuyi, as the class leader, reluctantly agreed.

As for Master Zeng, the big landlord of Zengjia Town, who was sitting at the front of the stage, his face was already ashen.

In the miscellaneous play just now, although no one was named by name, it was Master Zeng.

However, the plot inside is almost a complete reproduction of what the Zeng family did before.

Master Zeng looked depressed and panicked.

"Humph!"

He slammed down heavily, then walked through the crowd without looking back.

If it wasn't for the guards of the Chuzhou government office next to the troupe, he would have sent people up to smash it up.

The onlookers were all immersed in their emotions, none of them cared about Master Zeng and his party leaving.

"do it again!"

"do it again!"

Under the urging of the people, Zhang Jiuyi had no choice but to ask his actors to do it again.

Fortunately, there is no need to change clothes or anything, and soon began to babble and sing again.

This time, more and more people came to watch the show.

Many people have just arrived, or even missed the beginning, but they were quickly attracted by the plot on the stage.

When the miscellaneous show was performed until the poor peasant Yang Chongshi was forced to commit suicide by drinking bittern on New Year's Eve in despair, and then his daughter Yang Xiniang was snatched away by the bully Huang Laoxie and humiliated.

"Woooo! You bastard! I'll beat you to death!"

Suddenly, with a loud cry, a man in a shabby short jacket rushed to the stage with red eyes, and grabbed Zhang Jiuyi who played Huang Laoxie with all his strength.

Bang bang bang!
Afterwards, a series of fists rained down on Zhang Jiuyi immediately.

"Ouch! Ouch! Help!" Zhang Jiuyi yelled at the top of his voice in horror.

Everyone on the stage was shocked by the scene in front of them.

Finally, the government servants who were still nearby reacted.

"Damn it, stop!"

"stop!"

With the joint efforts of the guards and the troupe actors, this man who looked like a mad tiger was driven away.

Zhang Jiuyi, who played Huang Laoxie, was sitting on a chair on the stage in shock, and shouted in a frightened and annoyed voice.

"You bird man, crazy!"

The man was held down by everyone at this time, but he still shouted loudly.

"I beat you to death!"

"I'm going to kill you!"

Many common people and audiences in the audience also shouted.

"Yes, kill Huang Laoxie!"

"Kill Huang Laoxie to death!"

Facing the raging public outrage, Zhang Jiuyi and the others could only drag a group of troupe members to explain to everyone.

The person playing Yang Xiniang is none other than Zhang Jiuyi's daughter Zhang Chunniang.

After some talking, they finally calmed down everyone's emotions. The man who was furious just now also regained his composure, and was invited down by two guards.

Afterwards, the miscellaneous drama started again.

What happened just now shocked Shi Naian and others who were watching the theater not far away, their jaws almost dropped.

"This is too exaggerated, there are reckless people who can't tell the difference between acting!" Shi Naian shook his head and said.

"Mr. Naian, life is like a drama, and drama is like life! These people are probably as miserable as Yang Chongshi. There are not a few of them, and there may be even worse." Zhu Han said lightly.

The unexpected situation just now made Zhu Han very satisfied with the effect of the new drama.

When a miscellaneous show was over, Zhang Jiuyi, the leader of the auspicious troupe, who played the role of the tyrant and landlord Huang Laoxie, had already received two fists from the audience rushing to the stage, and there were still more than a dozen rounds to go. Clods of mud.

Anyway, after the scene was over, Zhang Jiuyi didn't say anything.

at this time.

A loud cry came from the audience.

Everyone followed the prestige, and saw a thin man who had already bypassed the guards' blockade and lay down on the stage.

Ji Xiangban advocated seeing this on September [-], and jumped up in fright and took two steps back.

"What do you want to do!"

There were too many excited people and audiences, and the accompanying servants were simply too busy.

Unexpectedly, this man who appeared suddenly did not want to beat up Zhang Jiuyi's "Huang Laoxie", but rushed to the actor who played the role of Zhu Longxing, the commander of the rebel army.

Pfft!
The man knelt heavily on the stage, crying loudly while crying.

"I am Yang Chongshi!"

"Marshal, call the shots for me!"

"Help!"

The actor who played Zhu Longxing, the commander of the rebel army, was taken aback. He thought that he would be beaten like the leader of the class, but he didn't expect to be hugged by his thigh and begged.

"This this..."

He is just an actor, not a real rebel commander at all, how would he know how to deal with such a situation.

What's more, as the man rushed to the stage crying and begging, many audience members followed suit.

They also knelt on the ground, shouting in grief at the 'Fake Commander Zhu Longxing' on the stage.

"Master, I am wronged!"

"Marshal, call the shots for me!"

"I'm also Yang Chongshi!"

Amidst the wailing, the entire stage and audience were already in chaos.

"Deputy Marshal, something seems to be going wrong." Hu Yiba said worriedly.

The people in the crowd are ready to move, maybe they will rush up together at any time, and beat the class leader 'Huang Laoxie' to death.

"The people's grievances are boiling, it's really a good show!" Shi Naian said with emotion.

Zhu Han glanced at the situation below and nodded slightly.

"It's good to boil, I'm afraid they won't boil!"

While talking, he drank the tea in his hand, and then said to Shi Naian and others.

"Everyone, today is a good day, come with me to be the master of Qingtian!"

"it is good!"

"it is good!"

Shi Naian, Hu Yiba, Chen Baodao and the others agreed without the slightest hesitation.

The crowd under the stage was already in a mess, some were crying and calling for being wronged, some were roaring and wanting to kill Huang Laoxie, and some were standing still and weeping silently.

Dangdang Dangdang!
Suddenly, with the sound of three gongs, a group of rebel soldiers with helmets and armor rushed to the stage, and behind them came out several majestic figures.

The leading person is none other than Zhu Han himself.

As soon as Zhu Han and the others appeared, Hu Yiba flashed out from the side and shouted at the crying man on the stage.

"Wu Na man, come here!"

"The real commander-in-chief of the rebel army is here, what's wrong with him, come here!"

The man's face was full of surprise, and he was a little overwhelmed.

The auspicious class, who had already been terrified, advocated September [-]st. Seeing Zhu Han and others suddenly appear, it was like seeing a savior.

"My lord, help me, my lord!" Zhang Jiuyi cried out in tears.

"Zhang Jiuyi, tell everyone, I'm here to make the decision for them. If there is a grievance, if there is a vengeance, if there is a vengeance, today I, Zhu Han, will help us poor people to do justice for the heavens!" Zhu Han said loudly.

Zhang Jiuyi nodded heavily, "Okay, my lord!"

Afterwards, Zhang Jiuyi rushed to the stage, put his hands up in Zhu Han's direction, and shouted at the top of his voice.

"Folks! The deputy commander-in-chief is here, and Zengjia Town will be peaceful!"

"The deputy commander-in-chief is here, and Qingtian will be there!"

. . .

After the murderous rebel soldiers appeared, most of the common people in the audience calmed down.

Now that he heard that the real deputy commander of the rebel army had come, and wanted to make decisions for them, he immediately rekindled his enthusiasm.

First up was the man who rushed onto the stage.

"My lord, make the decision for the villain!"

"The villain's name is Zhang A Niu, and he is a tenant in Zengjia Town. Yang Chongshi in that play is not as miserable as me!"

Zhu Han pulled up a chair, sat in the middle of the stage with a big horse, and asked majesticly.

"Zhang Aniu, tell me the details!"

It turned out that this tenant named Zhang A Niu was also the daughter of Master Zeng who was worried about his daughter. After several times of urging, he took Zhang A Niu into prison and stood in the shackles for torture despite the fabricated debts from Hades, and finally forced the whole family. No choice but to sell children and sell daughters.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Aniu's daughter had only been in Master Zeng's house for two months, and she was tortured and abused to death.

Zhang Aniu came to the house to make a theory, but he was also severely beaten, and his land was taken away. His youngest son died of starvation soon after.

"Woo! My lord, make the decision for me!"

Zhang A Niu finally knelt on the stage and cried bitterly.

Not just Zhang Aniu, but more and more people came to the stage one after another and began to tell their grievances and sufferings.

Under Zhu Han's intentional guidance, it soon turned into a complaint meeting for everyone in the audience.

Their suffering and grievances, or bloody enmity, is no less than one.

Almost all the conflicts were directed at the family of Master Zeng, the local bully and head snake in Zengjia Town.

"My lord, can you really decide for us?"

After a long time, Zhang Aniu and the others gradually calmed down, and worries and fears inevitably surged in their hearts.

After listening to everyone's cry for grievances, Zhu Han already knew that the people's support in Zengjia Town had reached the time when it could be used.

"Do justice for the heavens! It's not just empty shouting, the bully of the Zeng family is no worse than Huang Laoxie, let's start with him!"

Zhu Han got up all at once, stood on the stage, looked at the thousands of pairs of eyes below, and continued to shout.

(End of this chapter)