Qiong Yin lingers

Chapter 4 The Uninvited Guest

For the people in the troupe, the dwindling situation let them know that the future of the troupe is grim, and now they have to go to the fields like farmers. Create a new life.Especially after Zhang Shennian went to Sanya to set up a stall, every time he came back, he described the beauty of the spring breeze of reform in the city, which made them full of expectations for growing sweet potatoes, as if seeing a new future for the Qiong Opera Troupe.

On the first day of land reclamation, Huang Simei specially bought 5000 watts of firecrackers to set off firecrackers in order to boost morale.Meng Huaxiang hid on the second floor of the wooden attic, listening to the sound of crackling firecrackers downstairs, saddened: the theater troupe left behind by her mother used to sing gracefully for three days, but now it is full of fireworks, how can she not feel sad?It's just that there is no evidence of tears, so she doesn't even know if the resentment in her heart is sadness.

Zhang Wenqian, a milk dumpling, doesn't understand the worries of the adult world. She nestled in her grandma's arms and watched the colorful firecrackers explode outside the house, applauding childishly.

At this moment, the joys and sorrows of human beings are not interlinked.

Although making an exception to open up wasteland and farm land, Huang Simei is very supportive of her mother-in-law's idea. She still has eager hopes for the comeback of the theater troupe. Then eat breakfast and go to the land to open up wasteland.Considering that the young students of the Qiong Opera Troupe have never done farm work, Huang Simei specially bought thick cotton gloves and big sun-shading caps for everyone, covering the entire face tightly, only showing a pair of eyes.

Young youngsters Liu Guangwei and Wu Linlin were playing and playing with each other.

"I'm Zorro the Masked Man! Sosuna!"

"I am a cloaked masked woman! Take a sword from me! Don't run away!"

Originally there was a slightly sad atmosphere, but because of the fight between the two little ancestors, everyone laughed so hard that they couldn't straighten their waists.

Apart from Huang Simimei and Zhang Shennian, the Dongfang Qiong Opera Troupe was recruited by Zhang Lujin and Meng Huaxiang.The juniors among them all grew up in the theater troupe. Although they have endured the hardships of practicing, they are also masters who do not touch onion water with their fingers.

Therefore, Huang Simi prepared all kinds of protective gear for them, hoping that they would suffer as little as possible and continue to maintain their love for Qiongju opera.From this point alone, Meng Huaxiang felt that a daughter-in-law was more caring than a son: Zhang Shennian, the grandson of a dead monkey, is out of money's eyes!Talk about the market economy when you open your mouth, but talk about reform, opening up, and the construction of the four modernizations when you shut your mouth.

Trouble!

Thinking of his son, Meng Huaxiang felt itchy again and wanted to whip him.

For the tiny dream of Qiongju opera, while opening up wasteland, Huang Simei is also thinking about how to use acting instead of practicing, so that everyone's basic skills will not be wasted.In order to create an atmosphere for Qiongju opera touring ten miles and eight townships, Huang Simei called on the younger generation of the troupe to use bamboo fences to surround the wooden attic into a large yard, and built a three-meter-high green bamboo oil-paper shed to keep out the wind and rain. The growing bougainvillea and a few scattered coconut trees at the door stand against the wind, contrasting with the red and green hues of the bougainvillea.From a distance, the entire wooden attic looks retro and elegant, without destroying the rich cultural heritage and artistic atmosphere of the troupe.

"In the future, this will be our big stage: no matter the wind or the sun, we will have to put on a complete big play every month! To worship our ancestors!" eyes, but the eyes reveal the determination to protect Qiongju.

Huang Simi looked at a sincere and simple heart, full of pride in her chest: "If the heart is there, the dream is there! There is true love between heaven and earth! Seeing success or failure, life is heroic, just start from scratch! As long as we are united, Qiongju will definitely be able to reproduce brilliant!"

Meng Huaxiang looked at the tall and straight daughter-in-law on the stage, and quietly wiped away tears.

In order to make her mother-in-law happy, every three to five days, Huang Simei compiled the interesting stories of land reclamation into short and quick excerpts, and asked the troupe's juniors to rehearse secretly in the field. As soon as you pull it, you will appear on the stage in full bloom, creating surprises for Meng Huaxiang from time to time to make her happy.

Every time Meng Huaxiang was teased to the point of leaning forward and back, laughing until she burst into tears, she still feigned anger and reprimanded Huang Simi, telling her not to make Qiongju an entertainment, which is a serious and elegant art, and cannot be turned into a nonsensical thing.

In this regard, Huang Simei listened humbly, but did not forget to tell her mother: "Comrade Xiaoping said 'a black cat is a white cat, and the cat that catches the mouse is a good cat', no matter it is an excerpt, a single-act play, or a full-length play, what the common people like to see is Good form!"

Meng Huaxiang said that Huang Simei had sharp teeth and sharp mouth, and she didn't argue with her, but she gradually let go of her figure subtly, and was willing to listen to or even act in excerpts.

After the troupe opened up wasteland, Huang Simei arranged a task for Meng Huaxiang: take care of the baby at home!However, Meng Huaxiang couldn’t stay idle at all. Every day when the cock crowed, she would get up to cook breakfast, and then follow everyone to practice. Whenever there was a performance, she would take the trouble to help everyone correct the lack of singing and adjust the details of the movements...

Meng Huaxiang has dedicated her whole life to Qiongju opera, and there is a high probability that she will live and sing forever like her grandma.Seeing her mother-in-law's sideburns turn white again, Huang Simi felt sad, but she still smiled and comforted her, everything will get better and better.

The east is located in a tropical monsoon marine climate zone, the summer is scorching, and the scorching sun is like a knife, which can hurt people.Every noon, Meng Huaxiang took a pair of grandchildren, carrying lunch and Kuding tea, to the field.

Every time watching the whole troupe work with their faces facing the loess and their backs facing the sky, Meng Huaxiang is both gratified and sad, mixed with sorrow and joy: the tragic opera actors are forced by life to work, and they are so happy that they can't support themselves.Thinking of her nephew coming to the door again in recent days and yelling to "give alms" to herself, Meng Huaxiang made up her mind to turn the tide with her daughter-in-law, vowing to keep everything her mother left behind!
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In [-], Xiaoshu.

The Dongfang Qiong Opera Troupe's land reclamation has achieved initial results, and green sweet potato seedlings have been planted on the [-] acres of wasteland.Having said that, this is Huang Simi's previous memory of buying sweet potatoes in Erxian Village, following those good seedlings, and going to every household to buy seedlings.

There is a convenience in planting sweet potatoes, that is, you can choose the seedlings in the field, cut a section of tender shoots, and you can use them as seeds, which is simple and convenient.

Huang Simei looked at the rows of small green seedlings, and felt as if a fire was burning in her heart, and her heart was warm: "Sister, no wonder the ancients taught us to make enough food and clothing by ourselves! These days, after working every day, simple tea and light food are better than rare delicacies. Look at this A row of potato seedlings, I think I can still eat two big bowls of dry rice tonight!"

Meng Huaxiang laughed loudly when he heard the words: "If a person is starving, he can swallow the boiled stool!"

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law looked at each other and smiled, with more expectations for the future in their hearts.

The youngsters of the Qiong Opera Troupe heard that Zhang Shennian can make a net profit of more than [-] yuan a month by setting up a stall in Sanya, and they are full of expectations for the [-] acres of potato fields: this is the salary of an ordinary worker for nearly a year!As long as the potato fields are successfully harvested, the troupe's income will also increase steadily.

The theater troupe immediately boiled over, gearing up one by one, claiming to roll up their sleeves to work hard with Huang Simei, vowing to grow big sweet potatoes with full grains and earn a lot of money.

Li Dongming and Lin Jiaojiao, who were only 20 years old, had sparkling eyes and thought to themselves: If I had known how to make money in the sea, why bother to be apprentices.

Looking at the happy faces of the troupe, Meng Huaxiang couldn't describe the joy and sorrow: Will the big waves of the market economy really kill all the treasures left by the ancestors on the beach?

Sensing Meng Huaxiang's gloomy face, Huang Simei threw Zhang Shennian's accompanying letter with a stack of ten-yuan bills into her hand, and quietly planned for the future - when the wave of sweet potato seedlings was sown, the 50 mu of land next door would also be reclaimed. Come out, plant some peanuts and melons, and supply them to Zhang Shennian, so that the money will be earned by the Qiong Opera Troupe.

Seeing that Meng Huaxiang was frowning, she added: "If Grandma wants to, the Dongfang Qiong Opera Troupe can still go to the countryside every month to set up a stage and tour in ten miles and eight towns, so that more people can know about the treasures passed down from the ancestors... "

Comprehending the daughter-in-law's kindness, Meng Huaxiang still glared at her pretending to be annoyed, and warned her not to be arrogant, not to want to run without learning how to walk, and to cultivate the wasteland first, and not to want everything.After instructing his daughter-in-law, Meng Huaxiang did not forget the duties of the head of the Dongfang Qiong Opera Troupe, and shouted to tell all the staff to gather and practice at the cock crowing time the next day. Everyone in the troupe happily responded in unison: "I heard it!"

There was laughter in the wooden attic, but Meng Huaxiang's smile was far-fetched. The better the market economy, the greater the impact on Qiongju.She mentioned going on a tour in ten miles and eight towns, but it was just to make Meng Huaxiang happy-after all, nowadays, movie theaters are popping up everywhere, and there are crowds of people entering the movie theaters, but there are often few people in front of the Qiongju opera stage.

Huang Simei wanted to stick to the treasures of Qiongju opera with her mother-in-law, but she had no way to deal with it, and she couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

Suddenly, there was a loud song and dance show promotional vehicle broadcasting on the street: "Sweetie, you smile so sweetly, like flowers blooming in the spring breeze, blooming in the spring breeze. Where? Where have I seen you before? Your smile So familiar, I can’t remember it for a while! Ah! In a dream! I saw you in my dream, sweet, sweet, your smile is so sweet..."

As the singing faded away, a heavy voice came out from the radio: "At seven o'clock tonight, the Guangzhou Song and Dance Troupe will be on a nationwide tour in eight theaters! It's going to be hot online! Infinitely exciting! Don't miss this opportunity, don't miss it! Please buy now ticket……"

The deafening song and dance publicity vehicle instantly opened up Huang Simei's second line of director and director: Our Qiongju opera is now full of wine and afraid of deep alleys, so we need to do publicity!

The popular song and dance performances in the past two years, the singers wear revealing bikinis, with coquettish makeup and exaggerated movements, and are very popular.The "kitsch performance" that Meng Huaxiang denounced as immoral was full of fans.

The debauched voice sang on the stage, and the cheers and shouts of the audience were loud.

The most novel thing is their way of publicity: Half a month before the performance, floats were hired to amplify the speakers throughout the city to promote: the body was pasted with photos of singers in cool clothes performing, hot and fragrant;Huang Simei decided to find a publicity vehicle and advertise the excerpts of the Oriental Tea House!
Nowadays, people's living standards are rising, and their spiritual enjoyment is not the same as before. If Qiongju opera is still a cliché of talented scholars and beautiful ladies, how can it retain the younger generation?
Huang Simei tossed and turned for several days, and came up with a bold idea: on the first day and the fifteenth day of each month, there would be a special performance of Qiongju opera on the wooden loft stage, and at the same time, a publicity vehicle would be sent to ten miles and eight townships to do publicity, calling on everyone to watch the show on the day of the performance Qiongju performance.

On the day of the special show, as long as you are willing to pay one yuan for the Qiongju performance ticket, you can provide free tea and snacks for the audience.

Even Huang Simi thought that Qiongju could also be performed in cinemas, so that more people could feel the charm of Qiongju.

As long as the script is fashionable enough to keep up with the times, the younger generation will like it too!
When Meng Huaxiang heard the trick of the promotional vehicle, she was furious: "The cultural essence handed down by the ancestors, can those things with bare breasts compare? You dare to ruin Qiongju opera, I will show you to death!"

Huang Simei took her to do ideological work for five or six days, and assured her that the performances on each performance day were full-length dramas, and the excerpts were only used for scenes and breaks. The performance information of Qiongju Opera is widely advertised on the radio.

After a series of chest pats, fingers raised, and vows, Meng Huaxiang still had only one sentence: "I'm old! Let you go!"

Although Meng Huaxiang was unwilling, the sound from the recorder in the wooden attic was full of melancholy, and the juniors of the troupe who got up early and practiced kung fu were exhausted, and even everyone looked at her with a bit of sadness...

In the end, Meng Huaxiang had to compromise and agreed to Huang Simei's suggestion.However, she repeatedly emphasized that Qiongju opera cannot learn from song and dance performances to go vulgar, and all scripts must be checked by themselves.

In order to ensure the performance quality of the wooden attic, Huang Simei adjusted the troupe's land reclamation time to: one day for farming and one day for rehearsal.

As the promotional vehicles continue to show their power, soon, the Qiongju performance day of the Dongfang Qiongju Troupe in Erxian Village has become an important recreational place for the villagers: each special event, the ticket price is only one yuan, but the free green tea can be refilled indefinitely , Unlimited sugar addition, and a free snack ranging from 5 cents to 1 yuan outside, such as steamed belt, white plate, zongzi, sesame paste and so on.

In short, even if you don't like to listen to operas, go to the teahouse of Dongfang Qiong Opera Troupe to eat and drink, and the money will be back and even blood.

As a result, the villagers spread word of mouth that on the first and fifteenth day of every month, villagers from ten miles and eight towns all rushed to the teahouse of Qiongju Opera Troupe.Huang Simei originally just wanted the Qiongju opera to start a prairie fire, but she didn't expect that the prairie fire would eventually become an "Oriental Teahouse".

The name evolved from the "Oriental Qiong Opera Troupe Teahouse", and after word of mouth, it became the "Oriental Teahouse". On the first and fifteenth day of each month, many people went to Erxian Village to drink tea and chat. Leisure days.

Because the "green tea with pastries" mode of Dongfang Tea House has triggered a new round of consumption boom, villagers in Shili Baxiang fell in love with the leisure mode of ordering a pot of green tea in the teahouse in the afternoon after the busy farming season, and chatting with refreshments.Under the strong request of everyone, Huang Simei changed the tea house day twice a month to once a week, and then gradually changed it to twice a week, and finally evolved into a regular daily afternoon tea house.

As the saying goes, if you plant flowers intentionally, the flowers will not bloom, but if you plant willows unintentionally, they will make shade!

(End of this chapter)