From Chief to Ball

In the stands, Su He'e Strider and the others were also curious about what they were going to see. Chen Jian asked Yu Qian'er to maintain order, and ran behind the scenes by himself.

Shi Qi was wearing a silk costume made by Chen Jian, dyed with petals, the color is not bright, but it is much more beautiful than the gray color, with a string of hairpins made of slag glaze on the top of the head, in the Glittering in the firelight.

"Don't be afraid, just do as I say."

Shi Qi giggled and said, "What's so scary about it? After I finish the performance, I don't know how many men will surround me. Go and see the stage."

I thought the other party would be nervous and twitchy, but seeing Shi Qi said so, Chen Jian stopped worrying and returned to the stands.

The moment the gong struck, the entire venue fell silent.

The curtain was opened, and when Shiqi, who was wearing colorful costumes and costumes, walked out from behind the curtain, the flute player behind played the spring song Mupi, and Shiqi was swaying, shining brightly under the firelight.

The clansmen who had never seen a drama or dressed up made all kinds of noises, until Chen Jian pointed to the door, and the group of people thought of the rules here, and then they became quiet.

The stone chestnut carrying the flower basket walked a few steps, and then sang in a crisp voice: "The flowers in the flower basket are fragrant, listen to me sing..."

Her voice was very bright, and the tune was prepared by Chen Jiannong. As soon as she finished singing, the few people in the front felt the hairs on their bodies exploded, and their hearts fluctuated with Shi Li's singing.

The beginning of the story is very simple. Shi Qi wants to deliver food to the men working in the fields. The lyrics are matched with the reed flute behind him, which makes the audience of the play naturally think of the scene of spring labor.

Especially when the hero appeared with the ox and the plowshare, many people found common ground and couldn't help but envy the man on the stage.

In the libretto, Shiqi is a woman from another city. People in this city have never heard of it. In fact, there are no cattle and plowshares in other cities.

But the clansmen didn't think so much. When they saw the cattle, they naturally felt very close, and the distance between them and themselves was shortened.It seems... the city on the stage is not a distant fuzzy illusion, but as familiar as a village near Xia City.

Shi Chin on the stage wiped the man's sweat and murmured a few private words between the two of them, which attracted bursts of whistles and envious voices.

The words and lyrics of the two people and the surrounding scenes are very familiar to the clansmen, but some details are very strange.

For example, Shi Chin sang about letting a man do the farming by himself, and he has to go back to spinning and make new clothes for his unborn sons and daughters.

"The birds on the trees are in pairs, and the green water and green hills are smiling. You plow the fields and I weave, and you carry water and I water the garden..."

The husband and wife life of a man farming and a woman weaving, which most people have never experienced on purpose, made the clansmen very envious, especially at the end of the curtain, Shi Qi was sitting by the fire and counting the tao bei who had sold the grain in exchange, muttering When it was time to buy a foot of silk for an unborn child, those tribesmen who longed for blood children were even more excited, and they suppressed their inner desire and did not dare to shout.

The people on stage wore modest clothes, but they all wore brightly colored gloves so that those people could see some gestures and details.

Whether it is the scenery or the acting skills, in Chen Jian's opinion, it is almost at the level of the village committee's Yangko team.But the person is beautiful, the clothes are bright, the voice is alluring, and the tribe has never seen a drama, so they were immediately attracted.

The drama itself can be used as a kind of public opinion propaganda and guidance. The main purpose of this drama is not to advocate the family system, but carrying private goods in the drama is a necessary skill for people who have watched many dramas.

The truly high-level public opinion-oriented indoctrination has never been force-feeding, but in dramas, film and television, using some details to show private goods, to achieve the state of moistening things silently.

Or agitate, or seduce, but not naked.

The first scene ended in a melodious, cheerful and beautiful atmosphere. The people of the tribe remembered the role played by Shi Qi, immersed themselves in it, and imagined that they also had such a woman. ...It would be best if I could live the kind of life where men farm and women weave bloodlines to continue.

When the second act opened, the music behind the scenes was no longer melodious, but suddenly changed to low and passionate, and the sounds of horns, bone flutes and waist drums appeared.

The male protagonist still seldom shows up. Shi Qi expresses the love between husband and wife by sharpening the man's sword and arranging the man's armor. At the same time, he tells the audience with a chant: The Xirong people are coming to attack. The leader orders troops. Everyone is eager to go. , her man is no exception...

Xiacheng's battle song was sung behind the scenes, and the fire was flickered by people, as a symbol of the alternation of day and night, and occasionally there would be the sound of weapons beating and fighting.

At the end of this scene, Shi Qi got the news that the leader was defeated, and the Xirong people were about to rush over, and his man was missing.

When the woman heard the news, she wept unceasingly and pulled out her hairpin.

Only then did the people watching the show realize that the hairpin was exactly the hairpin that Chen Jian made at the beginning, one of the five soldiers, the hairpin sword that could make women more beautiful and also stained with blood.

There were bursts of strange voices, deliberate cruel laughter and wolf cubs' cries from behind the scenes. It sounded as if the city had been breached. A situation where people break through.

At this time, a Xirong man with animal skins and hair loose, bare upper body and ocher tattoos all over his body, who looked like a barbarian appeared, and kicked open the virtual door.

The audience in the audience screamed and stood up one after another.

The woman turned around, smiled miserably under the firelight, and said a few words about death and death together in the ancestor's world. It was sensational and exaggerated, but it caused a lot of excitement among the clansmen who had never watched the drama. Bursts of surprise.

Then the woman raised the hairpin and stabbed towards her throat.

"do not!"

Even if more than a dozen people still remembered Chen Jian's rules, they shouted loudly at this time. Several people rushed towards the stage, as if they were going to beat up the Xirong man, but were stopped by the new army maintaining order.

The Xirong people deliberately spoke in a weird inverted grammar, praising the beauty of the woman. When the woman's hairpin was about to stab her throat, she suddenly covered her mouth and retched.

The women immediately understood what this meant, and they all shouted: "Don't die! You still have her blood! He is going to die, you must let his blood stay!"

The men also understood and shouted one after another.

The woman on the stage held the hairpin and covered her retching mouth, as if she was making a choice.

Beside her was a set of silk, not yet mended, children's gowns.

Behind her, there are barbaric Xirong people, making dirty laughter...

Chapter 83 A Play With Bootlegs

The second act ended here, and the arena had become chaotic, and the new troops who maintained order also turned their eyes to the stage, eager to know what happened next.

In the stands, several people around Chen Jianjian were breathing heavily, looking very excited, and the women were about to shed a few tears.

Moments after the actors go behind the scenes, people pull themselves out of the story and realize that it's just a story and not real.

But this is much better than a shared dream, intuitively with the eyes rather than the head to think abstractly.

After Chen Jian maintained order, people chatted in low voices, talking about the fate of the women on the stage, how they would choose if they encountered such a situation... and what Chen Jian wanted to hear: Xirong people are really bad.

The curtain opened again, the people in those stories appeared on the stage again, and the story continued.

When Shi Qi finally put away the hairpin for the child in her womb, the surrounding audience heaved a long sigh of relief.

But when the Xirong people snatched Shi Qi and forced her to sleep again, the scolding sounded again, and the angry shouts made the actors on the stage a little helpless. Knowing who grabbed a handful of fried soybeans and threw them on his head, it didn't hurt, but he couldn't demonstrate the anger in the soybeans.

Shi Qi secretly laughed, and kept whispering to the clansman who played the role of the Xirong people not to panic, and continued to act after calming down for a while.

Shi Qi, who was forced to sleep with the Xirong people, gave birth to a child. She said that she wanted the child to grow up, and when the child was 14 years old, she would go to another world to accompany men.

There are some interesting stories in it. The people of Xirong suspected the child's bloodline, wanted to kill Shi Chin and the child, and lifted the child high and wanted to throw it to the ground.

There were screams in the stands, many people covered their eyes, but more people wanted to rush to the stage.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred. Shi Qi told the people of Xirong that they had dreamed of a giant's footprints, and they stepped on them, so the child was born ahead of schedule.After hearing this story, the people of Xirong felt that the child must be a hero in the future. Not only did he not fall to his death, but he loved him even more.

The audience finally breathed a sigh of relief, mocking the stupidity of the Xirong people, and looking forward to the child's fate and revenge.

The child grew up day by day and was about to become an adult. He was brave and powerful, and became a warrior. However, the Xirong man was gradually aging, and it seemed that revenge was just around the corner.