From Chief to Ball

But just when Shi Qi was about to tell the child his real life experience, the Xirong people went out to plunder again, and the child who had just grown up was also recruited.

Soon, the boy returned, and they plundered another village, and the boy got back his first loot: a man's head.

The head was made of flour. The people on the stage knew that it was called steamed buns, but the people in the audience didn't know it. They just thought it was the same as the head I brought back, and it was naturally white after being pickled with lime.

The child held the head to show his victory and strength to the mother, but the moment the mother saw the head, she screamed and recognized the head as the man from more than ten years ago, the man who did not know life or death.

The father died in the hands of his son, and the head was taken back by the son as a trophy. Shi Qi hugged the head and cried bitterly like a madman, and resolutely pulled out the hairpin and stabbed it into his chest.

The son didn't know what happened, and was in great pain. Before she died, the mother told the son everything and asked the son to bury her and his father together. Then, with an intermittent weak voice, she sang the first scene of the two whispering in spring. The ballad, died suddenly and forever.

At the same time as the mother passed away, the people from Xirong approached and called their son...

The story doesn't end here, but the people in the stands have been holding back. Even when the tragedy happened, they just felt sad, but there was a tinge of relief. At least the two of them were buried together in the end.

However, when the Xirong people came in and called out their son, the anger of the audience was finally detonated by the son!

"kill him!"

"He's not your father!"

"Go to hell! People from Xirong!"

A few people might be worried that this son may not be able to do anything, so they forgot that this was just a show. The new army who pushed away the obstruction rushed to the stands, and was about to hit with their fists, but was held back by a few calm people.

The clansman who played the role of Xirong wiped off his sweat, and said to himself that I will never play this person again in the future, so many fists on my body are not a joke.

Seeing that the scene was about to get out of control, the actor looked back at Chen Jian, hoping that he would stop, but the gesture he saw was to continue.

The story is not over yet, so he can only bite the bullet and continue acting.

Fortunately, that "son" did not live up to the audience's expectations. He grabbed his mother's hairpin and stabbed the enemy he had called his father for more than ten years. However, the Xirong people were accompanied by two guards. After a fight, "Son" was finally arrested.

The "son" was tied to the wood by the "father", and there were many wounds on his body, with salt sprinkled on it, and he was tortured.

Next to the pillar, is the head made of flour, the hair is tied up on purpose.

"Tell me, whose son are you? Mine? Or the dead man with the hair tied? My son, who will inherit my slaves, fields, horses and all. The son of the dead man, who will die with him !"

Several Xirong people next to him continued to insert their knives into the "son"'s body and beat him with a leather whip, trying to make him bow his head and wear down his will.

Amidst the crisp sound of the whip, the audience covered their eyes. They could imagine the pain of adding salt to the wound. They felt sorry for this man, but admired his courage.

Finally, the son who was tied to the pillar and covered in bruises finally whispered a word.

The auditorium, which was originally a little chaotic, suddenly fell silent. Everyone wanted to know what he said?Is it for the slaves of the land to recognize the enemy as a father?Or stick to your stubbornness and courage?

However, the audience didn't hear clearly, and neither did the Xirong people on the stage, but they waved their hands to signal the people next to them not to hit, and put their ears to the "son"'s mouth.

"Yes! Tell me! You are from Xirong, not the blood of those who tie their hair. Say it! Say it and I will let you go, you are still my son, these slaves, these lands are yours! Bigger Speak out!"

The "son" suddenly opened his mouth and bit the "father"'s ear violently. The people of Xirong suffered from pain and screamed loudly, and the audience applauded. in one breath.

Biting one side of his "ear" and his mouth full of blood, the "son" exhausted his last strength, held his head high and shouted loudly: "Family blood feud, I will never forget it!"

The angry Xirong people covered their ears and killed the "son". Before dying, the son looked at the head next to him and shouted: "Father!"

The Xirong people frantically grabbed the head and shouted: "In the future, if you meet a person with hair tied again, the man will be beheaded, and the women and children will be captured as slaves! Spread their hair, and whoever dares to tie their hair will be chopped off." Lower your head. Never forget? I will scare you with a knife so that you dare not think about it! Hahahaha..."

He laughed so proudly that he was also a little involved, with his back turned to the audience, completely oblivious to the movement of the auditorium.

The story should have ended here, and when he was about to bow to the audience as Chen Jian said, he heard a sound of breaking through the air from behind, and two pairs of fists hit him hard on the back.

After turning their heads in a daze, dozens of spectators in the front row had rushed to the stage, and a few angry people raised heavy wooden chairs and threw them at the "Xirong man".

"Xi Rong people" screamed, he is also a new army, he reacted very quickly, ran backwards, grabbed the cracks in the stands where Chen Jian was, and climbed up...

However, when he just showed his head, several people in the stands stretched out their feet angrily and kicked him off. They pointed at their hair and shouted: "Come on! I'll tie my hair up, come and kill me! Here is Xia Cheng, no one wants us to change our hair!"

"Family feud, will never be forgotten!"

"Yes! Don't run!"

The angry crowd was terrifying. It was so terrifying that Chen Jian knocked the gong three times without any movement. In desperation, he blew the Tao whistle, which is strictly forbidden to pursue on the battlefield. He even habitually tilted his head to see if he was aligned with the people on the left and right...

The clansman playing the role of the Xirong people ran to Chen Jian with their heads in their arms and shouted, "Ji Xia! I will never act again!"

Chen Jian hid him behind him with a smile, and the people below calmed down temporarily. Several people put down the log chairs and looked at Chen Jian with some embarrassment. They remembered that this was a scene, and that they would be kicked out if they made a lot of noise. .

Chen Jian signaled everyone to be quiet, and said, "Okay, this is just a play. What is a play? It's a dream, a dream that can be seen. Don't get excited. Look who you are going to fight? He is also our clansman." , put it all down!"

The person hiding behind Chen Jianjian stood up and shouted down: "Ji Xia asked me to act, and I will never act again. Come whoever you like, don't go to the theater anymore!"

The people below saw clearly the clansman who wiped off the ochre, and they were a little embarrassed, and worried that it would really not be a show in the future, so they all shouted: "We won't beat you anymore, don't stop acting..."

"Ji Xia, we got it, we have to finish the show? Are these Xirong people dead? Why can't those tribes with shaved hair beat them? Why doesn't that man run to our Xia City? If he runs to Xia City, he won't die Well, when the time comes, he will become our clansman, and we will help him snatch the woman back. How nice is it for a family and children to farm and weave together? Why not act like this?"

"That's right!"

Someone also shouted: "It's okay if you don't act, but who was that woman just now? You can't let her not act, it's so beautiful, I hope that I will be the man who was killed. Even if I die in the future, at least I will die." with that woman."

"That's right, let that woman come out and let's see who it is."

Shi Qi, who had never been twitched before, finished washing her face and stood next to Chen Jian. Suddenly, whistles rang out from below, and several people shouted, "Sing that song again, it's really nice."

Chapter 84 Summer Vow

The singing sounded, and with the addition of the characters in the story, Shi Qi looked even more attractive in the eyes of these people. They all smiled and hoped that Chen Jian would let these people act again.

They swore that this time they would never rush to the stands like last time, and returned to their seats one after another. Even though they had just seen it once, they still looked forward to performing it again.

It seemed that most people liked a happy ending, so after everyone quieted down, Chen Jian asked someone to act in a second play.

Very simple Da Yuanyuan plot, one person follows the military leader of the tribe to go out to war, he is extremely brave, makes military exploits, is assigned to slaves, and is promoted to be the captain of the corps.When he went back to farm, he was liked by women because of his bravery. He married a beautiful woman and gave birth to a child.The tribal leader recruits, puts down the hoe and goes to the battlefield. He has repeatedly made military exploits, and finally becomes the chief Sima of the city. More and more women like this brave man... In the end, the old leader died of illness, and everyone elected the chief Sima as the city. Yi's new leader.

The most perfect ending, one sad and one happy in the two dramas, made the people who watched the drama for the first time never forget it.

This time the curtain call was perfect, but everyone was still immersed in the story. Chen Jian took the lead in applauding, which made the applause rang out and cheers continued.

The two plays are full of private goods.

Advocate the life of men farming and women weaving in clan families; let the tribe not forget the oath when casting five soldiers; let the tribe keep in mind the concept of hatred that blood enmity can be avenged for ten generations; and... stimulate the tribe's sense of identity with Shufa and Xirong people hate.

The second play is even more advocating to let the clansmen go out to fight. After all, the man in the play has become the great Sima, the next leader of the city, and the man that many women like...

Chen Jian did not let the actor stand on the stage and use inflammatory language to talk about the private goods he wanted to carry, but mixed these private goods into it.

Perhaps the clansmen can't feel it for the time being, and it is far more intuitive than incitement.