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Chapter 237 Continue
At this time, Zhang Qingfeng was following the magistrate's sedan chair, he felt like a walking dead, moving with the crowd,

The magistrate’s sedan chair walked along the Imperial Street. Everywhere he went, he would raise the sedan chair curtain and talk to the surrounding merchants or people, and then ask his subordinates to present "red envelopes", that is, court members.

In this process, many people have the opportunity to receive "red envelopes" from the prefect. The amount is not much, only a few tens of pennies.

However, for ordinary people, a few tens of pennies are worth half a day's income.

As the magistrate began to give out red envelopes, more and more people followed him. Fortunately, there were countless yamen servants and guards so no one dared to mess around.Otherwise, Zhang Qingfeng has no doubt that some people who are eager for money will grab money by force.

"Why are there so many people gathered in front?"

When the prefect's lord's team reached the northern section of Yujie, countless people blocked the prefect's way.

At this moment, Zhang Qingfeng was still worried.

At this time, the imperial street was already crowded with countless people, and all eyes were on an open-air stage beside the street.

On the stage at this time, it was Zhang Qingfeng's drama troupe who was performing.

"My lord, there is an opera performance in front of me, so many people gathered here to watch the opera." A person reported to the magistrate.

"What kind of opera is so many people watching? Let's go and have a look."

Contrary to what Zhang Qingfeng thought, when the prefect Wang Buzhi heard that someone was performing an opera, he immediately became interested.

He has always liked listening to operas, and if an opera here can attract so many people, it means that it is a wonderful opera.

The prefect's team naturally squeezed into the front of the crowd with ease.

Seeing the ostentation of the magistrate, many people consciously gave way.

On the stage, when the actors in the drama saw such a ostentation, they immediately forgot how to act, and they all froze in shock.

"Go ahead, leave me alone." The magistrate Wang Buzhi saw that the actors on the stage were frightened, so he smiled and spoke to them,
"Master Zhifu, these are my subordinates. I didn't expect that their performance here would affect your participation in the Lantern Festival. They really deserve death." Zhang Qingfeng quickly came to the prefect Wang Buzhi and said.

"Oh? Is this your person?" Hearing Zhang Qingfeng's words, Wang Buzhi was surprised and pointed at the people on the stage and asked Zhang Qingfeng.

"Yes, I thought that today is the Lantern Festival, so my husband and the others came here to perform opera for everyone for free." Zhang Qingfeng said, "I just didn't expect that there would be so many people watching, almost blocking the road, what a damn."

"It's okay, since these are your people, let them continue to perform, and don't affect the performance because of me." Wang Buzhi said to Zhang Qingfeng.

"Yes, I will let them continue the performance." Zhang Qingfeng nodded in agreement, and then he said to Xin Yaoqin on the stage: "You continue to perform, don't worry about anything else."

The actors on the stage also saw Zhang Qingfeng, and after hearing Zhang Qingfeng's words, the people on the stage were flustered before continuing the performance.

"This is not an opera!" After watching for a while, the prefect Wang Buzhi, who was sitting in the sedan chair, said to Zhang Qingfeng who was outside the sedan chair.

"Back to the magistrate, this is indeed not an opera, it is a drama, and it is a performance method created by me." Zhang Qingfeng explained.

Afterwards, he told the prefect Wang Buzhi the origin of the play in detail.

"Oh, I said, why is it different from opera, but this kind of performance is also very interesting. This should be the Legend of the White Snake, right? Although I haven't seen the previous performances, the parts I have seen are very attractive. This drama is good." Wang Buzhi praised Zhang Qingfeng.

"Thank you magistrate for your compliment." Zhang Qingfeng said gratefully.

Next, Magistrate Wang did not speak anymore, but concentrated on watching the performance on the stage.

Half an hour later, the play was over, and it was reasonable for the actors on the stage to bow and take a bow, but at this moment, everyone turned their attention to Zhang Qingfeng who was in the audience.

"Master Zhifu, the show is over, do you still want to watch it? If you want to watch it, I will let them perform it again from the beginning." Zhang Qingfeng said to the prefect Wang Buzhi.

"No, I still have a lot of things to do, so I can't stay here for too long." The magistrate Wang Buzhi said with a wave of his hand.

Without waiting for Zhang Qingfeng to speak, he continued: "Your play is very good, so how about you take them to Xishifang to prepare, and watch your play after I return from the tour."

"Since the adults want to see it, I will take them to Xishifang to prepare immediately." Zhang Qingfeng said to the prefect Wang.

Xishifang is the end of Lin'an magistrate's fun with the people, and the place is near Yangbatou in later generations.

Every year during the Lantern Festival, a temporary booth will be set up here, and all the incumbent prefects of Lin'an will give speeches here, which has almost formed a rule.

After Zhang Qingfeng said a few words to Wang Zhifu, Zhang Qingfeng asked people to leave the stage.

After the theater troupe left the stage, the magistrate's sedan moved again and slowly headed elsewhere.

Zhang Qingfeng stayed, and then directed everyone to pack the props, which he was going to take to the stage in Xishifang.

Knowing that Zhang Qingfeng was invited by the magistrate to perform at Xishifang, the restaurant sent dozens of people to help move things.

"The magistrate's roll call is to watch our Legend of the White Snake, so everyone has to work hard today. After the performance, I will give everyone an extra two hundred dollars." Zhang Qingfeng said to all the theater troupe.

Hearing Zhang Qingfeng's words, many people were very happy and said that they were not tired at all and it would not matter if they performed ten more performances.

With the help of the restaurant, Zhang Qingfeng's drama troupe soon moved all the props to Xishifang.

In order to prevent the members of the drama troupe from getting cold, the restaurant also prepared more than a dozen pots of charcoal fire for free.

After Zhang Qingfeng thanked the restaurant for its help repeatedly, he sent away the person sent by the restaurant to help.

The main reason why Qingfeng Tower is so enthusiastic and helpful to Zhang Qingfeng is that Zhang Qingfeng's drama troupe performed there and brought them a lot of business.

In a "square" in Xishifang, a temporary stage has been set up.

There was a circle of pots made of rice cakes placed on the stage, and oil lamps were lit inside, which illuminated them dazzlingly.

At this time, there were already artists performing on the stage, and many people gathered below the stage to watch the show.

Zhang Qingfeng's drama troupe is a show that the prefect personally named, so they need to wait until the prefect arrives before they can start performing.

Zhang Qingfeng and his group waited here for almost two hours before the magistrate's team arrived late.

After the magistrate arrived, the performance on the stage ended immediately.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the magistrate stepped onto the stage and began to speak, which is what any prefect of Lin'an should do.

After the Lord Magistrate made some impassioned speeches, he stepped down under the eyes of everyone.

According to the past situation, by this time, the prefect's mission of enjoying the people together will be completed. Under normal circumstances, the prefect will leave at this time.

However, today's magistrate stayed behind, and he was going to watch today's Lantern Festival program with the people of Lin'an.

(End of this chapter)