The Pentium Era - South to North

Every early morning, after the rooster crows for three rounds, Tan Shuzhen gets up. Liu Ligan knows that she is going downstairs to hang her voice. Liu Ligan curses, "The show is gone, so why hang her voice?"

Tan Shuzhen rolled her eyes at him and said, "Whether I'm acting or not, I have to be able to live up to my voice."

Liu Lizhan fell on the bed and let her go. He knew that he couldn't be serious with Tan Shuzhen, otherwise he would lose. Tan Shuzhen was a very serious person.

Tan Shuzhen returned under the tallow tree and started babbling. After persisting like this for more than a week, Xu Jianmei also went downstairs. The two of them nodded, and Xu Jianmei stood under the camphor tree and started babbling together. .

Later, Feng Laogui also came down. He stood in the open space between the two people. He was not babbling, but oh oh ah ah ah.

When these three classmates from the student class opened their voices, the people in the troupe felt relieved this morning, and understood that they were still in the troupe, and the troupe was still there. There were several retired old artists lying on the bed listening to As I listened, I burst into tears.

Half of the residents in Yongcheng County know that the troupe is fine when they hear their voices every day, but they are just wondering why they haven't toured for so long?

After being taken care of by Director Ding, the Wu Opera Troupe turned into a pile of loose sand, which spread to every corner of Yongcheng County. They went down the semicircular ramp in the morning and came up from there in the evening, as if it was not their unit, but just them. When they return to their nest, their units are located everywhere down the slope. Only at night will they go uphill to go home like tired birds.

It's deserted during the day, but only at night does Gao Hong become lively.

Every night, Liu Ligan would move out a table and place it under the tallow tree. Then he would run down to the small shop below and buy a bottle of Qianbeishao liquor for 80 cents a bottle and a large bag of peanuts for 50 cents each. , and a can of coconut juice, go back to Gao Hong.

After a while, the same people every day will come out of the building with stools. The first is Tan Shuzhen. If Liu Ligan interviews another king today, Tan Shuzhen will bring the food sent by the kings. If not, she will just bring one. Bamboo chairs, Zhang Chen and Jin Lili, will bring a large plastic basket of salted edamame, or a basin of fried snails.

Xu Jianmei brought nothing but a stool and water. She said that this was what Liu Lizhan owed her. She had promised her when she was in Wenzhou that she would return to Yongcheng, where she could eat well and drink as much as she wanted. "Gangzhi, I am so interesting, I have it," she said. Didn't say it casually?

Liu Ligan said yes, yes, this debt to the King of Hell would never be repaid in his lifetime.

Feng Laogui also brought nothing but a stool. He also wanted to drink Liu Lipole's Qianbeishao. His reason was more legitimate. He said that compared with you nouveau riche, I am now a poor person who can't walk without wind. The lower-middle peasants need relief.

Every night, there are six of them, and there are countless others who stand aside for a while, grabbing a handful of peanuts or salted edamame, and taking a sip of wine from Zhang Chen or Liu Li's cup. If you attend the banquet temporarily, you will bring your own food and drinks.

In the middle of the night, there were even more surprises and scares.

The few martial arts students in the Wu Opera Troupe had nothing to do in the troupe and had no food to eat, so they had to go out into the society to make a living. The so-called making a living depended on their abilities, that is, helping others fight. At the beginning, they worked as pawns under others. Later, a few people made a name for themselves in the world and began to lead Ma Zai.

"From the Wu Opera Troupe."

These four words have become somewhat intimidating on the streets of Yongcheng. Even retired old men and women from the troupe will say, "I am from the Wu Opera Troupe" when they have an argument with someone at the farmer's market, and the other person's voice suddenly changes. It got smaller.

Zhang Chen and the others were sitting and drinking. When they saw four or five of them coming back, carrying roasted chicken, roasted duck, marinated intestines and wine, they knew that they had won the battle today.

We sat down and drank together. We were more impressive outside. When we came back here, they called Zhang Chen Brother Chen, Liu Ligan called Brother Ganzi, and Feng Laogui didn't call him brother, but uncle, and uncle Laogui. At first, Feng Laogui was still puzzled and asked them, why should I be given an elder?

They laughed and said, "Look at you with your jade trees facing the wind and your orchid fingers. If you want to fight, you will lose your life. Aren't you always going to lose?"

If they call again, Feng Laogui will be embarrassed to talk to them any more, and can only hesitate and half-response shyly.

Regardless of whether it is Tan Shuzhen, Jin Lili, or Xu Jianmei, they all take the last character of their names and add a sister. The three of them are very happy to hear it, and they sound quack-like.

Occasionally, there would be a flurry of footsteps below Gao Hong, and several people would run up out of breath. Those sitting and drinking would know that they had lost the battle, and there were pursuers behind them. Tan Shuzhen would shout:

"Someone is bullying the theater troupe!"

From the building, many people would rush out with their weapons and block the top of the slope. When the people below saw so many people emerging with knives and guns, if they dared to come up, they turned around and dispersed. .

How did they know that these knives and guns were props.

The people in the troupe have been away from home for many years, eating in the same pot and making floors in the same room. Over time, they will subconsciously feel like family members. When this happens, regardless of gender, young or old, they will come forward.

Because of this, the reputation of those little guys is even greater. People can knock on your door, but you can't come to your door to settle accounts with them. How to fight this fight? It's better not to mess with people like this.

The theater troupe is left free day by day, the clouds are moving, the wind is blowing, and the days are passing by, but people are always unwilling to accept it.

"Damn it, if you write this for a few more months, everyone in Yongcheng will become kings, right?" Zhang Chen scolded.

"Then what should I do? I have a wife to support, and she needs to drink coconut juice every day. I also need a thousand cups of coconut water. If I don't write about the king, how can I live?" Liu Lizhan glanced at Tan Shuzhen and said.

"Go away, I don't want you to raise me!" Tan Shuzhen cursed, almost throwing the empty coconut juice can in her hand.

"What about you? Are you going to climb the scaffolding every day? I think you are almost as good as the migrant workers who paint the walls now." Liu Ligan looked at Zhang Chen and said.

"He also has a wife to support." Jin Lili said, "I'm announcing an inside news that our factory will be closed soon."

"Really?" Xu Jianmei asked.

"The few original supply and salesmen in our factory have all gone out to set up factories on their own. Every factory does better work than ours and the prices are cheaper. All the orders have gone there, and we have no way to survive," Jin Lili said.

"What are you afraid of? You are not a state-owned enterprise. If you fail, the state will take care of it," Tan Shuzhen said.

"Fart, Erqing, the county collective, will fall down when it falls. At most, it will be like the people from the Yue Opera Troupe, who go to the county government every day to cause trouble." Jin Lili said.

"Oh, it's true, I really don't want to be like these old men and old ladies, but look at our troupe, I'm so good at it, alas!" Xu Jianmei sighed heavily.

Zhang Chen kept drinking and didn't speak. Jin Lili kicked him under the table and said, "Hey, why don't you speak?"

Zhang Chen looked up at everyone and put the glass on the table: "Shall we go out and have some adventures too?!"

Everyone was shocked. Liu Ligan looked at him and said, "Zhang Chen, what did you say?"

"I said, let's go out and have a try." Zhang Chen looked at them and said, "Xu Jianmei is right. Our troupe has no hope. I stand on the scaffolding every day and look at the cars with foreign license plates. There are Anhui Yes, there are some from Hunan, and I have seen some from Xinjiang as far away as possible.

"I was thinking, we have hands and feet, why are we not as good as a car? People from all over the world have come here, and we are still holding back in this shabby place and sighing. What's the use? The world is so big, we Why can’t we go out and explore, will we still starve to death?”

"Okay, where are you going? I'll follow you if you go!" Jin Lili shouted.

"That's not right, Zhang Chen. In Cangnan, the owner of the photo studio incited you to go to Wenzhou, and you even scolded him." Liu Ligan said.

"That's Wenzhou. It's too small. If we want to go, we'll go to a big place." Zhang Chen said.

"Where to go? Shenzhen?" Liu Ligan asked.

"Shenzhen is no longer available. My neighbors have been there and they all came back." Feng Laogui said.

"That's because your neighbor is useless." Jin Lili said.

"Go to Hainan. When I was painting the scene in those days, I thought, I must go to this place in my life, lie on the beach, and wait for the coconuts to fall from the trees and smash my head." Zhang Chen said .

"Okay! Let's go to Hainan!" Jin Lili shouted.

"I'll go with you too." Xu Jianmei said.