The Notre Dame system is arrogant again

Chapter 278

"Xiaohua, come here!" Xiaohong shouted from there.

Zhang Xiaohua came back to her senses and sighed, this place is two time and space away from where she was when she was a child!
But the Holy Mother regained her energy immediately, and one day, she will go back!
"coming!"

Zhang Xiaohua ran over carrying two small benches.

"Is this for me!"

Seeing that Zhang Xiaohua took two small benches, Xiaohong thought they were for herself, so she reached out to get them.

Zhang Xiaohua dodged and put both benches under her buttocks.

"This is not for you, this is for my mother and my aunt."

Xiaohong doesn't believe it.

"What about you, what are you sitting on?"

"I, stand."

Even though the show hasn't started yet, Zhang Xiaohua also knows that she definitely can't stand it. In modern times, with gorgeous costumes, exquisite stages, and artists' performances, she can't even appreciate the quintessence of Chinese opera, let alone here .

Let's join in the fun first, and then go to take a bath. I found a hot spring in the mountains last time, but I haven't tried it yet. Go there to relax.

Xiaohong knelt down to discuss.

"Then you give me a seat first, and wait for your mother to come and then give it to her, okay?"

"Okay, but when my mother comes, you can't sit down!"

"I know I know!"

Xiao Hong happily took out a small bench from under Zhang Xiao's buttocks and sat down, and began to talk enthusiastically.

"It's the Chengjia troupe! And Cheng Xiaosheng!"

"Who is Cheng Xiaosheng?" Zhang Xiaohua didn't understand.

"Cheng Xiaosheng is Cheng Xiaosheng. He looks good, sings well, and can fight!"

After Xiaohong talked for a long time, Zhang Xiaohua found out that this Cheng Xiaosheng was an actor, probably because he was good-looking, and he specialized in female roles, so he was very famous.

Don't look at modern times, singing is an art, but in ancient times singing is a cheap profession, there are no women in this industry, all men are, and the female roles are naturally played by men.

Listening to Xiao Hong's words, more and more people gathered in the threshing floor. To my surprise, my aunt and Mrs. Zhao came together, and Zhang Xiaohua hurriedly stood up to say hello.

"Mother, little aunt, we are here!"

Mrs. Zhao and Auntie came over. Zhang Xiaohua and Xiaohong asked for the bench back and gave it to them.

"Xiaohua is really sensible, and prepared a small bench for me."

"Of course, my aunt is so beautiful, I can't make her tired!"

The little aunt who said this was even happier.

"Xiaohua's mouth is getting sweeter and sweeter."

The two sat down, Mrs. Zhao said when she saw her daughter standing.

"Xiaohua, mother holds you to watch."

"No, I'll see the meeting, so I went to find my brother, who said he still needs to cut pigweed."

"Little Hua, don't be so anxious, it's rare for the village to sing a big show, so let's take a day off." The aunt said considerately.

Zhang Xiaohua hugged her aunt's arm and said coquettishly.

"Little aunt, you are so kind, you love me more than my mother!"

The little aunt froze for a moment, then laughed.

"Then you and I will be your daughter."

"Then what's the matter, I'm so ugly, it's my fault for affecting my little brother and little sister!"

The little aunt laughed louder, stretched out her hand and pinched Zhang Xiaohua's face.

"The little girl's mouth seems to have been smeared with honey! Whoever it is!"

"Follow my uncle." Zhang Xiaohua chuckled.

Just as I was talking, Uncle Zhang came over.

"Sister-in-law, Fenghua, you are here." He gave them two cloth bags containing melon seeds.

Mrs. Zhao is very discerning.

"Look here, I'll go over there."

"Sister-in-law, no need!" The little aunt was not sincere in trying to persuade her to stay.

Zhao smiled.

"It's okay, I just happened to be talking to Dahu's mother. You can keep this for eating."

Mrs. Zhao said that she gave the bag of melon seeds to the little aunt, and walked towards Aunt Zhao, not forgetting to call Zhang Xiaohua and Xiaohong to go.

Zhang Xiaohua stretched out her hand with a smile.

"Little aunt, for the sake of bringing you a bench, give me some melon seeds."

The little aunt laughed, and tapped Zhang Xiaohua on the forehead.

"You are a villain, you can make trouble, take it and eat it." He gave Zhang Xiaohua the cloth bag left by Mrs. Zhao.

"Thank you, little aunt! You guys talk, I won't bother you!"

Zhang Xiaohua turned around and dragged Xiaohong to run away among the crowd.

Auntie turned to Uncle Zhang and said.

"Your niece has a lot of eyes, I have never seen such a weird child!"

Uncle Zhang laughed.

"Xiaohua is very smart, but she has a bad temper, a bit like you."

"Go, who told you to provoke me!"

The two of them couldn't talk too much in public, so they changed the topic.

Zhang Xiaohua took Xiaohong all the way to the front of the stage, found a corner and sat on the ground.

Xiaohong stared at the cloth bag in Zhang Xiaohua's hand, eagerly said.

"Give me some melon seeds to eat."

Zhang Xiaohua poured out some for her.

"That's all, save the rest for watching the theater tomorrow."

"Yeah, I'll go to the theater with you then!"

Zhang Xiaohua glanced at her and stuffed the melon seeds into her bosom.

"Don't always think about eating mine, don't you have any at home!"

"My grandma won't give it to me. My mother said that a girl can't be greedy."

Again!
Zhang Xiaohua was speechless.

"Your aunt is so kind to you." Xiaohong said enviously, "My aunt is not good to me, and she won't buy me delicious food once she comes back."

Zhang Xiaohua didn't say anything, how is my aunt? If she didn't have a 20-year-old soul, she ran so many tricks, and said a set of sweet words, my aunt would be nice to her, come on!

In fact, people like her are not very good, they are dishonest, and they like to lie, but in order to live a better life, that's all they can do.

After all, good moral character cannot be eaten as food.

More and more people came to the threshing ground, not only from the village, but also people from nearby villages. There were too few entertainments in ancient times, and no one could bear to miss it.

Amidst the adults quarreling and the children fighting, the play finally began.

These days there are no microphones or loudspeakers, so the show kicked off with a gong, snare drums, huxian and other musical instruments, and the curtain behind it was lifted, and a funny boy with a piece of white ointment on his nose came out. I talked about it for a while, to the effect that I'm new to Baodi, and I'm here to sing a three-day drama for everyone. I hope everyone likes it, and please support me a lot.

There is no reward for acting in the countryside. Even if the local landlord thinks you sing well, it is just a treat to invite you to eat at home.

This kind of theater troupe earns all the money from the charter. For example, if Zhangjia Village is booked for three days, how many shows are sung in a day, how many shows in three days, how much money does it add up, and so on.

And this money comes from the whole village, and the money is collected from house to house, more or less voluntarily.

If the condition is better, give more, and if the condition is poor, give less. In short, it is a wish. In the end, the village head will pay if there is not enough. If there is too much, you can ask the troupe to sing again. If there is not much, just give it to the troupe as a reward for the whole village. .

Meals and lodging are arranged in families with good conditions.

Such troupes are not professional, they are all amateurs, because professional ones are very expensive, and the village cannot afford them.

The people in the troupe are either farming or doing business. They sing to subsidize their families, and some are hobbies, but very few.

They were all in the slack time, and the recommended cast members contacted the villages. If someone booked the venue, they would call everyone together and come to perform.

Basically, I can perform three times a year, once after the spring planting, once before the autumn harvest, and again after the autumn harvest, when winter just arrived and it was not so cold yet.

Of course, it also depends on whether the year is good or not, and how the life is going, if you can't even eat, what kind of drama are you listening to!

(End of this chapter)