Dress to be a celebrity

Mr. Huang told the master to be very pleased with what he said, and because he couldn't ask anything understandable from the village's account, he got into the car and ordered someone to drive to the city.

Not far into the city, I saw a woman with heavy make-up standing outside the Jiaxiang dwelling, pressing the red board with her hand, and singing.There were quite a few common people wearing loin machine cloth and rough clothes to listen to the singing, and the crowd blocked the Shangguan Road. Like [blossom viewing].

"The place is windy, frosty and cold at dusk, with rain and freezing clouds to send off the old year. I hope that my father has not paid back. I am afraid that the Wang family will also avoid debts for seven days. The family has no food or money. Fortunately, the aunt next door is sympathetic. Meal. Cook the son well, and wait for the father to reunite together."

The song is not bleak, and even sings a bit delicate and cheerful. Listening to the lyrics carefully, it expresses the poverty of the peasant family, and one can't help but feel pity.Huang Xun tapped on the wall of the car to tell the guards to stop, then turned around and said to Mr. Tian, ​​"I've never heard this song before, and it's written about the difficulties of the dealer. It seems to be the same as the "Biography of the White-haired Fairy". Qi dressed up and sang to the beat alone, could it be the accuser that the old farmer said? Let's ask."

The complaint room was made by the county government from the government house that was not rented out, and there is no difference from the appearance of the private house. Maybe the complaint room in Wuping County is located here?

The two got out of the car, and instead of squeezing into the crowd, they asked the guards to grab a peddler who was selling fruit with a load, but turned his head to the crowd listening to the music and asked: "Is this where the complaint room is? I came from out of town to do business, and I heard that there is a person who sings "The Legend of the White-haired Fairy" in the county complaint room, and she sings it very well, could it be this lady in front of me?"

The peddler said with a smile: "It's not her, it's not her! She was learned by the lady in the joint complaint room, and she is far inferior to others. But this "Biography of the White-haired Fairy" is really fresh and moving, even if they learned it secretly, it is worse than the old one. Listen to the song."

They were talking, the woman said a few words, hit the verses and pressed the board, and sang the end happily: "I hope my father will return soon, and the father and daughter will look at each other with peace of mind. If you earn some more money, you can exchange it for rice noodles." Half a bowl is good for making cakes."

The man sighed heavily: "It's just as hard as the tenant farmers of the Wang family, with countless tenants burdening them. It seems that I am waiting for a small business in the city, and entrusting the protection of the Qingtian Song of our county. Eat meat, eat cakes, and when business is good, you can even go to the meat teahouse to ask for some food and drinks. How can you ask someone to take your daughter away because you owe endless usury?"

That man is a businessman who travels here and there, and he has a lot of accents, so the guards can understand him better.When they were listening in the village before, because they couldn't understand the language with the farmer, they didn't ask clearly about the previous situation and the consequences. They heard that the man meant that the Wang family had taken away the white-haired fairy. Pulled away the White-haired Fairy? How did they turn Sister Yang into a White-haired Fairy?"

The man sighed: "Masters, why don't you listen patiently? Yu Jiaoniang sang it from the beginning, and now she is going to sing it until Yang Bailao returns home. Soon Mu Shizhi, the dog-head steward of the Wang family, will come to press for debts and force Yang Bailao Selling girls according to fingerprints. Poor Yang Bailao only had this only daughter, but he sold him into a slave, so anxious that he drank poison when he got home, and died outside the door on New Year's Eve..."

A few people who were familiar with the tune came up and scolded: "I don't know which branch of the Wang family that cruel Wang Shiren and Mu Renzhi belong to! His real name should be sung in the tune, we men, each of us with one fist Killed him too!"

"That's right, you forced her to death, and on New Year's Day, she dragged Eldest Sister Xi'er into her home to be a servant, and you still think she's unhappy. Is this a human thing!"

"Then Yang Bailao only had one daughter, and she was still counting on her to throw the pot and the top banner in a hundred years. The Wang family actually dragged her away, and didn't even ask her to wear white mourning for her father during the burial, and grab a handful of grave soil. How is Lao Yang's soul safe?"

Up to this moment, the brisk voice was still ringing in the ears. The prostitute imitated the accent of an old man, and sang [Drunken and Poor]: "I sell tofu, and I call it rice noodles and return home. When I come back, I am afraid of meeting my boss, but I hide it in my bosom." , I am lucky to be safe."

Say a few words, and then sing: "The hairpin of the lady of the rich family is a gold thread, and the tenant of the village is in the Zensheng District. Buy a red rope about two feet away, call: 'Xi'er, come to me', and tie it tightly around the hair."

The courtesan was singing about the reunion of father and daughter, celebrating the new year full of hope; everyone in Huang Xunyan had heard that Yang Bailao died tragically after taking medicine, and the orphan girl was bought by Wang Jiaqiang to be a slave.From the banker Hankou who sang the song outside the city, they knew more about Yang Xier's appearance after many years-surviving alone in the mountains, with white hair all over his head, and even being enshrined as a demon...

At this moment, the lighthearted joy of the father and daughter tying hair ropes and steaming rice cakes will soon turn into an eternal sorrow.Yang Xi'er, a girl who was so innocent when she waited for her father to hide from debts and return home, will turn into that white-haired fairy with thousands of hatreds in her heart...

The accompanying guards couldn't help cursing: "Their father and daughter have already lived such a miserable life, what kind of heart is the Wang family, and they have the heart to drive their father and daughter to a desperate situation!"

Several people scolded for a while, and couldn't help but asked Huang Xunyan in a low voice: "In my lord's opinion, is what is sung in this song true or false? The Wang family is also a big family who has lived here for generations, and their descendants have all studied. They can really do it." Is there such a thing that is not as good as a beast?"

The father and daughter of the Yang family sung in the song may not be real people, but the Wang family must collect land rent, lend usury, and buy good things as cheap things.

But what kind of person can write these things into a Zhugong Tiao, and write it so directly to people's hearts?

If the person who wrote it was a farmer, how could the farmer have such talent and learning to write lyrics according to the score, and write them with affection, so that even an official like him would be moved even if he went down to the farmer's peddler?If you are a talented poet, how can you have such a deep understanding of the poverty and misery of the tenant farmers, and how can you be willing to write a young woman as neither human nor ghost, full of hatred?

He not only wanted to listen to this song, but also wanted to know who was behind the song—how could he write this set of Zhugong tunes just right when Song Daling was cleaning up the hidden fields and households of the Wang family and punishing the Wang family for their crimes?

What is the ending he prepared for the Wang family?

Huang Tixue waved his hand and ordered: "I'm not here to listen. Ask where the complaint room is. Let's go to the complaint room first to find someone."

The courtesan in front of her talked about Mu Renzhi's boast of "abduct if you can, and lie if you can". Several servants listened carefully, wishing to listen to the audience before leaving.It's a pity that Master Huang urged them, they didn't dare to stay for a long time, they cleared the idlers blocking the way amidst the shouting and cursing behind them, asked the direction of the complaint room, and drove away.

Fortunately, there is also "Biography of the White-haired Fairy" at the complaint room, and it was sung by the person who sang this Zhugong Tune first. It must be better than the one in front of me, and the content is newer.With anticipation in their hearts, everyone drove the car through the long street, and finally arrived at the complaint room in the north of the city, which almost became the prison of the Wang family.

The people who live here are all poor peasant households. Across the street, you can see many farmers in short jackets, peasant women with scarves on their heads, and almost naked dolls going in and out.And not far from the complaint room, there are strangely many people wearing silk shirts, mixed with the poor people wearing coarse loincloths, some standing and squatting, and the more particular ones are holding chairs and stools, and they all gather together Listen to people singing.

That voice was far clearer than the two games they had heard, high-pitched like a whistle hanging on a dove's chest being blown by the wind, and the sound echoed in the sky.

"Hearing that ghosts are called made me panic. Linxi looked at himself and saw white clothes and long hair. Weeping father and mother, seeing what Xi'er has become today, I am a human—"

The crowd applauded loudly, Mr. Huang couldn't sit still, he stood on the rear pedal of the car door, leaning over to look at the woman singing.

Even though he was used to stunning looks, he also gasped when he saw that woman: he had never seen such gorgeous makeup before!The eye circles are heavily drawn, and the outer corners of the eyes fly up obliquely, making the starry eyes drunk; the cheeks are smudged with rouge, the color is like crushed peach blossoms, and the color is like a begonia; there are also red lips and bright teeth, and the temples are light. With short bangs like a girl, she is more bright and lovely.

No wonder the prostitute in the north of the city has seven points of color, and is said to be "far inferior to her". She is the house prostitute of Yuan Dao'an, a famous scholar he visited in Yangzhou when he was young. Compared with her, I had to say "far inferior to her".

From the prostitute's point of view, the person behind the arrangement of this matter must not be a commoner, a merchant or a craftsman, but a person who is well aware of the suffering of the common people and is also elegant and elegant.Otherwise, how can you write such a profound book and come up with such a new makeup?

After thinking for a while, he jumped out of the car and squeezed into the crowd, wanting to listen to a few more songs.Under the protection of the guards, he squeezed in front of the woman with all kinds of difficulties and dangers, when he heard a familiar sentence: "You see that I hate everything——"

After singing this section, there is even a brand new divertimento!

Huang Xun was very excited by the line, and listened cherishingly, wishing that she would just keep singing like this, and finish the whole "Biography of the White-haired Fairy" in one go.

It's a pity that things didn't work out as expected, the newly added piece was extremely short, there was only one [Whole Flower Crown] from [Xianlu Diao] and one [Embroidered Belt], and it came to the end.Only two verses were enough for Xi'er to tell her life experience under the care of Song Sheren. Song Sheren asked her acquaintances to take her home and promised that she would interrogate the Wang family for their crimes, but did not mention how to arrest the Wang family. , Trial Wang's.

The courtesan finished singing slowly, and smiled sweetly in Master Huang's expectant eyes: "Although this "Biography of the White-haired Fairy" is not finished, I can't sing it any longer. The ending is not up to slaves, but Master Song—when those members of the Wang family are deprived of fame, Master Song will be able to interrogate them, and this song will have a continuation."

There were so many voices around, wishing they could rush into the complaint room immediately and beat the Wang family to death, so as to complete this "Biography of the White-haired Fairy".The yamen servants guarding the gate of the side courtyard were tottering in the crowd, shouting: "Don't rush into the prosecution room, and don't throw stones at the windows! Anyone who rushes into the detention courtyard and breaks the doors and windows will be charged with robbery!"

If they were charged with other crimes, everyone would dare to fight hard and go in and drag the old men of the Wang family out to beat them up.However, he was convicted of robbery, and no one wanted to get the bad name of the Wang family's accomplices, so he could only vent his anger by cursing a few times outside the courtyard.

The prostitute walked back with her pipa in her arms, while a few strong men cleaned up the stool for her and escorted her back to the courtyard.A few servants around Master Huang hurriedly stopped her, and asked politely: "I don't know what to call my lady? My master is a silk seller from other places. I really like listening to this song. I want to invite my lady to the inn to sing it once."

Before the prostitute could speak, the strong men around her surrounded Mrs. Huang and the others, and said defensively, "Our lady only lives here, and won't go anywhere else, so there's no need to invite her!"

Master Huang saw that there were so many people on the other side, it was not a good time to ask questions, so he said politely: "I am a visitor from a foreign country. It is the first time I heard this Zhugong tune, and it is really amazing. I want to listen to it a few more times while I am still in Wuping. I don’t know. Will the lady still sing here in the future?"

The prostitute finally nodded: "I have come to sing for a few days, but only up to this point. Master Tixue is far away in the provincial capital. We, Song Daling, have no choice but to lock up those famous scholars here. Good day If the food is served well, those people will rebel!"

She sighed that Mr. Song was not easy, turned around and left.

Huang Xun twitched the muscles at the corners of his eyes slightly, and asked softly, "The lady lives in the complaint room, but she also has grievances to sue? But I don't know if the story of the white-haired fairy is true or not?"

The prostitute was about to answer, but a well-dressed woman with an extremely old and haggard face rushed out beside her, and said fiercely: "Of course it is true, that Wang Qin killed even his blood relatives, and even the bride who was married by the Ming media." If you sell it, how can you not harm Yang Xier!"

She suddenly raised her voice, as sharp as a cuckoo weeping blood, and threw herself on the courtyard door and screamed: "Old dog Wang Qin, you think that if you sell me so far away, I won't be able to come back, and you think no one will know that you are here for a piece of land!" You killed my son and your cousin, but I just came back alive!"

She is a woman, and the guards and bodyguards don't want to touch her, so they can only be dragged away by powerful women.

Hearing the grievous grievances, Mr. Huang couldn't help but want to go up and ask. When he chased to the main entrance, he was firmly blocked by someone: "Only people who want to go to the yamen to file a complaint and have nowhere to live are allowed here. If the uncle has a pleading paper , bring it for registration and you can live in it, if you don’t have it, please go back, don’t run into the yamen’s place.”

The two people he wanted to question lived in the complaint room and were not allowed to approach, and the Wang family was guarded even more tightly, and no one could be seen from the windows.A clerk went to check the surroundings, came back and whispered in his ear: "The windows reflect light, and they don't look like tiles. I don't know if they are bright tiles or colored glaze. They are extravagant."

Giving such good treatment to a group of criminals waiting to be detained, but letting those who hate them sing songs and scold them outside, I really don't know what the County Magistrate Song thinks.

Master Tian said: "Either you simply call County Magistrate Song, with your eyes, can't you tell whether he is sincerely making decisions for the people, or someone who invites fame?"

Lord Huang shook his head slightly: I want to see Song Ling, but he doesn't want to reveal his identity so easily.He has a plan that kills two birds with one stone. He can not only see Song Ling's ability to solve cases and appease the people, but also go to the prosecution room to learn more about the behavior of the Wang family, to see if the villagers are ignorant and echoing others, or the local gentry deceived him.

He greeted Mr. Tian to get into the car, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with a smile: "Let's park the car here, and when we went down to listen to the singing, we asked someone to steal a few bolts of silk, so we will report to the county government. Then we Go and meet the legendary Song Sheren who cured the flood outside the city and rescued Fairy Baimao—”

The author has something to say: When writing, I remembered that Fujian does not snow and does not eat dumplings, so I localized it a bit

The last chapter was written late, and I forgot to include the reference materials of the ancient text. You may misunderstand that I wrote it, but it’s not entirely true. Let’s put it here for everyone to see the original version.

Both are selected from Huangming Jingshiwen Compilation

The first paragraph refers to Yang Shiqi's discussion on famine policy

It is said that it is in the south today.There are ten places and nine empty places in the official storage valley, and even none of the valleys.There is no warehouse.

The second paragraph is still on famine politics

They are all local tyrants.Invasion for private use.But pretending to be dead.

There is also a sentence "correcting from the light to the serious, relying on the law to establish authority, and inflicting heavy punishments", I can't find the original text

The third paragraph is also about famine politics

Desire to repair benefits and real governance.But if you only obey the order, the officials who are close to the people will do nothing if they win the people.