Traveling through history leaving a name

Chapter 212
"Yang Sanlang!"

"Yang Sanlang is here!"

On this day, Zhang Qingfeng came to Zhongwa again. Along the way, everyone who saw Zhang Qingfeng greeted him one after another.

This shows how famous Zhang Qingfeng is in Zhongwa.

"Yang Sanlang, are you here to review books?" someone asked Zhang Qingfeng.

"No, I'm just here for a stroll." Zhang Qingfeng greeted passers-by.

In fact, Zhang Qingfeng came with the Liu family opera troupe.

Today, he's going behind the stage to score the singers.

Walking through the streets and alleys, Zhang Qingfeng soon came to Zhongwa's tea garden shed.

"Sanlang is here, are you here to commentate on books?" A middle-aged man asked Zhang Qingfeng in the tea garden shed.

"No, I'm here to accompany the Liu family troupe." Zhang Qingfeng said.

"Oh!" After hearing Zhang Qingfeng's words, the middle-aged man nodded and breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhang Qingfeng smiled and said, "You're busy, I'm going to find Team Leader Liu."

The middle-aged man in front of him was the storyteller who gave way to Zhang Qingfeng after he came with Fengshenyan's storyteller.

Later, after Zhang Qingfeng left, he was helped up again by the owner of the tea garden shed.

At the beginning, Zhang Qingfeng robbed him of his prime time for storytelling, and his attitude towards Zhang Qingqing was very bad.

Later, after Zhang Qingfeng left, he made money from Pingshu Fengshenyanyi, and his attitude towards Zhang Qingfeng changed quite a lot.

Now, suddenly seeing Zhang Qingfeng here, he was worried that Zhang Qingfeng would steal his job again.

He was naturally relieved to hear that Zhang Qingfeng was not here to review books.

It was like this in ancient times. The boss held the absolute right to speak. No matter who you are, in a word, if you don’t let you do it, you have to leave. In this era, there is no labor protection law.

If Zhang Qingfeng wanted to tell stories again, the owner of the tea garden shed would definitely immediately arrange the storytelling time of other storytellers until midnight.

When Zhang Qingfeng found the Liu family theater troupe, old man Liu was still preparing with everyone.

"Sanlang, you can play these few pieces of music later, let's follow the rehearsal, and I will follow suit." Old man Liu handed Zhang Qingfeng a piece of paper and said.

"Okay, I understand." After seeing the content on the paper, Zhang Qingfeng nodded in agreement.

"Third brother, my mother said that she wanted you to play the piece you played yesterday at the end, and asked if you agreed." At this time, a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl came over and said to Zhang Qingfeng.

This little girl is the daughter of the eldest lady of the Liu family, named Zhao Wen, one year younger than Zhang Qingfeng, and she looks good.

Zhang Qingfeng could tell that the Liu family wanted to match him and this little girl, but Zhang Qingfeng didn't mean that, and the Liu family didn't make such an obvious match anymore.

"Really?" Hearing Zhao Wen's words, Zhang Qingfeng looked at Old Man Liu.

"If you don't want to, I won't force you." Old man Liu said to Zhang Qingfeng.

"Why don't you want to, you give me a chance to perform on stage, I'm not too happy yet." Zhang Qingfeng said.

This is not Zhang Qingfeng's pretentiousness. If he is an ordinary apprentice and does not have the qualifications to stay in the team for several years, the team will not give him a chance to stand out at all.

But speaking of it, Zhang Qingfeng does have his capital. He has brought great benefits to the Liu family team. Even if he takes the initiative, the Liu family will not refuse his request.

Soon, the opera show of the Liu family team began, and Zhang Qingfeng also sat in the recital seat in the background.

"Clang clang clang clang..."

Following a burst of exciting music, actors wearing special costumes came on stage soon.

Today, we mainly focus on the No. 60 scene of Fengshen Yanyi, the plot of Nezha causing trouble in the sea.

Zhang Qingfeng looked at Old Man Liu who was conducting in front of him. He would play according to the script when Old Man Liu gestured for him to play.

On the stage, the eldest lady and her husband played the role of Li Jing and his wife, while Old Man Liu's grandson who was less than ten years old played Nezha.

Of course, there is also the Dragon King of the East China Sea played by a middle-aged actor.

In addition, there are some characters such as Passerby A. They don't have any lines, they just make some actions and expressions when the main characters sing a certain line.

For the drama Fengshenyanyi, the Liu family team also listened to Zhang Qingfeng's opinions and specially sewed specific costumes.

The main performance is that when the actors stand on the stage, the audience looks very energetic.

Especially the protagonist Jiang Ziya, who is dressed in a slim white Taoist robe, with white hair and a long beard, looks very fairy-like.

Most of the audiences who come to watch the opera are guests who have listened to Fengshen Yanyi's storytelling.After comparison, they found that among the operas adapted from Fengshen Yanyi, the Liu family opera troupe in Tea Garden Shed was the best.

Therefore, whenever the Liu family troupe performs, the entire Goulan is packed with seats, and there are many people without seats standing below. The scene is very lively.

After the opera performed a wonderful episode, the applause from the audience was endless.

"Thank you! Thank you folks, elders, brothers and sisters for your support. Today's opera is almost over here. However, taking advantage of a little time, we have invited Yang Sanlang, the author of Fengshen Yanyi, to perform a performance for everyone. Little show..."

On the stage, the eldest lady explained to the audience that she was like a host at this moment.

"Yang Sanlang is here?"

"Welcome, of course."

"Let Yang Sanlang tell a story!"

Immediately, countless people in the audience started clamoring.

Under such circumstances, Zhang Qingfeng took an erhu and walked onto the stage unhurriedly.

"Yang Sanlang!"

Seeing Yang Sanlang appearing, all the people in the audience applauded and applauded.

(Don’t tell me, Gang Jing, that there was no applause in ancient times. Go check it out for yourself. In addition to applause, there is also clapping of the legs.)
After Zhang Qingfeng came to the stage, he bowed to the audience.

"Good afternoon, everyone. Today I am not here to tell a story, but to play a huqin for you. I hope you will like it." Zhang Qingfeng said to everyone in the audience.

"Yang Sanlang, don't play the huqin, let's do a storytelling!" Someone shouted from the audience.

"Yes, Yang Sanlang, we all like to listen to your storytelling." Others also clamored.

Zhang Qingfeng just smiled at the audience's disapproval, and then sat on a chair by himself, preparing to play directly.

He believes that his music can quiet all the clamoring people.

As Zhang Qingfeng slowly pulled the strings, a melodious and melodious sound of nature resounded throughout the hook bar.

At the beginning, there was still a lot of drum noise in the audience.

Gradually, the drum noise became smaller and smaller, and finally became quieter.

In less than 30 seconds, apart from the notes slowly flowing from the erhu on the stage, there was no sound in the whole Goulan.

Even all the artists in the backstage put down what they were doing and stood there quietly listening to the music on stage.

Erquan Yingyue, a piece of music lasting less than 7 minutes, made the entire tea garden shed become extremely peaceful.

Until the end, when the last note sounded from the erhu, Zhang Qingfeng slowly put away the strings, then stood up and bowed to the audience.

Whoa whoa whoa!
The next moment, there was a tsunami-like applause.

"it is good!"

"it is good!"

"Again!"

(End of this chapter)