Chapter 2 The second round of the remains of the ancient emperor at the foot of Mount Li

It is said that Lao Can was smashed into the sea by everyone on the fishing boat, knowing that he has no physiology, so he closed his eyes and listened to him.I felt like my body was floating like a fallen leaf, sinking to the bottom in an instant.I only heard someone shouting in my ear: "Sir, get up! Sir, get up! It's already dark, and the dining room has been served for a long time." The old man hurriedly opened his eyes, and said in a daze: "Ah! So it is A dream!" After a few days since that day, Lao Can said to the manager: "The weather is getting colder now, and your illness will not recur. If there is any appointment next year, I will serve you again. Right now, I am going to Jinan Mansion Go and see the scenery of Daming Lake." The manager couldn't persuade him again and again, so he had to hold a farewell party that night; sealed a thousand taels of silver to the old disabled, which was regarded as the doctor's reward.After saying "thank you" briefly, Lao Can put it back in the cage, took his leave and got into the car.

Along the way, the red leaves in the autumn mountains and the yellow flowers in the old gardens are not lonely.When you arrive at Jinan Prefecture and enter the city, every family has spring water and every household hangs willows, which is more interesting than the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River.When I arrived at Xiaobu Zhengsi Street, I found an inn called Gaosheng Store, unloaded my luggage, paid for the car price and wine, had a casual dinner, and went to sleep. Woke up early the next morning, had some snacks, then stinged all over the street with a string of bells, in response to a story.In the afternoon, I walked to the Quehua Bridge, hired a small boat, rowed the oars, and headed north not far to Lixia Pavilion.Stop the boat and go in, enter the gate, and there is a pavilion, the paint has been mostly peeled off.There is a couplet hanging on the pavilion, which says "there are many famous people in Jinan in the history of this pavilion".Although there are a few houses next to the pavilion, they are not very interesting.Go back and get off the boat, swing westward, not far away, and arrive at the bank of Tiegong Temple.Who is your Dao Tiegong?It was Tie Xuan who was in trouble with King Yan in the early Ming Dynasty.Later generations respected his loyalty, so until now in the Spring and Autumn Period, natives still come here to offer incense.

When I arrived at Tiegong Temple, looking south, I saw the Sanskrit monk building on the opposite side of Qianfo Mountain, and the green pines and cypresses, alternating high and low, red fiery red, white snow white, blue indigo, green green, and more. The half-planted red maple is sandwiched inside, like a large painting by Zhao Qianli from the Song Dynasty, making a screen tens of miles long.I was admiring endlessly, when I suddenly heard a fisherman's song, and looked down, who would have thought that Minghu Lake was as clear as a mirror.The reflection of Qianfo Mountain in the lake is very clear, and the trees on the towers are extraordinarily radiant. I think it is more beautiful and clear than the Qianbo Mountain above.The south bank of the lake leads up to the market, but it is covered densely by a layer of reeds.Now is the time for flowering, a piece of white flowers reflecting the setting sun with water vapor, like a pink velvet blanket, making a cushion for the upper and lower mountains, it is really amazing.

Lao Can thought to himself: "Why are there no tourists in such a beautiful scene?" After looking at it for a while, he turned around and saw that there was a couplet on the couplet pillars inside the gate, which read, "Lotus on all sides and willows on three sides, one city is full of mountains and half the city is lake. ", nodded secretly and said: "It's really good!" After entering the gate, there is Tiegong Xiangtang in front, and a lotus pond facing east.Around the winding corridor, to the east of Heta, there is a round gate.There are three old houses to the east of the round gate, and there is a broken plaque with the inscription "Ancient Narcissus Temple".There is a dilapidated couplet in front of the temple, which reads "a cold spring recommends autumn chrysanthemums, and a boat wears lotus root flowers in the middle of the night".After passing the Narcissus Temple, I still boarded the boat and swung to the back of the Lixia Pavilion.The lotus leaves and lotus flowers on both sides clamped the boat, and the lotus leaves were just withering, and the boat squeaked when they rubbed; the water birds were startled and flew away;Lao Can picked a few lotus pods casually, and while eating, the boat arrived at the Quehua Bridge.

When I arrived at Quehua Bridge, I felt that it was densely populated. There were some carrying burdens, some pushing small carts, and some carrying two people on small blue woolen sedan chairs.Behind the sedan chair, a servant was wearing a red-tasseled hat and a book protector under his arm, running desperately, wiping sweat with his hands while running with his head down.There were five or six-year-old children on the street who didn't know how to avoid others, and one of them was accidentally kicked down by the bearer, and he burst into tears.His mother rushed over and asked, "Who knocked you down? Who knocked you down?" The child just cried and didn't speak.After asking for a long time, he said with tears: "The one who lifts you up!" When his mother looked up, the sedan chair had already run for more than two miles.The woman took the child, cursing and cursing, and went back.

The old man walked south from the Quehua Bridge and walked slowly towards Little Chief Secretary Street.When I looked up, I saw a piece of yellow paper pasted on the wall, one foot long and seven or eight inches wide.There are three big characters "Shuogushu" written in the middle; a line of small characters next to it reads "Twenty-four Riming Lake Residence".The paper was not very dry yet, so I knew it was pasted just now, but I didn't know what it was, as I had never seen such a trick anywhere else.Walking all the way, thinking all the way, I only heard two burden-bearers say in my ears: "Tomorrow, Bai Niu will tell the book, we don't have to do business, just come and listen to the book." Then he went to the street and listened to the counter in the shop. Someone said: "You were the one who asked for leave for Bai Niu's story last time, and I should have asked for leave for tomorrow's book." At the end of the journey, most of the conversations in the streets were the same, and he wondered in his heart: "Who is Bai Niu? What kind of sample book is it, why is it that a piece of poster is so invading the whole country?" Walking slowly, he had arrived at the entrance of Gaosheng shop before he knew it.

Entering the shop, the waiter asked back and forth: "Guest, what kind of night meal do you want?" The old man said one by one, and asked by the way: "What kind of obstinacy is it for you to say that Gushu is so disturbing so many people? The waiter said: "Guest, you don't know. It is said that the drum book is a local tune in the countryside of Shandong. The same drum and two pear blossom slips are called 'Pear Blossom Drum'. It is not unusual to tell some stories of predecessors." Since Wang's family gave birth to two sisters, the white girl and the black girl, the white girl's name is Wang Xiaoyu, and this person is a natural monster! He learned this storytelling skill when he was twelve or thirteen years old. There is nothing unusual about the tune, so he often goes to the theater to watch operas, and he can sing all kinds of Xipi, Erhuang, and Bangzi tunes; he can easily hear the tunes of Yu Sansheng, Cheng Changgeng, Zhang Erkui, etc. Can sing. Relying on his throat, as high as he wants; his middle breath, as long as he wants. He also uses the southern Kunqu tune, ditties, and various tunes, and he uses them here. In the tune of Dagushu. It took only two or three years to create this tune, so that people, regardless of whether they are high or low, from the north and the south, are all fascinated after listening to his singing. Now there is a trick, and I will sing it tomorrow. Don’t you believe it? , go and listen and you will know. It’s just that if you want to listen, you have to go early. Although he sings at one o’clock, if you go at ten o’clock, there will be no seats.” After hearing this, Lao Can didn’t quite believe it.

From six o'clock the next day, I first went to the south gate to look at the Shun Well.Go out to the south gate and go to the foot of Mount Li to see where it is said that Shun used to plow the fields.When I returned to the store, it was already nine o'clock. I hurriedly had dinner, and it was only ten o'clock when I walked to Minghuju.Naming Lake Residence was originally a big theater, with more than one hundred tables in front of the stage.Unexpectedly, after entering the garden gate, the garden was already full, only the seven or eight tables in the middle were still unoccupied, but the tables were all pasted with red notes such as "Fu Yuan Ding" and "College Ding". Old Can see After waiting for a long time, I had nowhere to stay, so I had to send 200 yuan in my sleeve, and then I got a short bench and sat down between the people. On the stage, there was only one and a half tables. A drum was placed on the table, and two pieces of iron were placed on the drum. I knew in my heart that this was the so-called Lihua Jian. A sanxian was placed next to it, and two chairs were placed behind the half table, and no one was on the stage. The huge stage was empty, with nothing else on it, which made it a little funny to see. In the garden, there were ten or twenty sellers of sesame seed cakes and fried dough sticks in baskets, all of which were bought to satisfy the hunger of those who didn't come to eat.

At eleven o'clock, the sedan chairs at the door were gradually crowded, and many officials came in one after another in plain clothes with their families.Before twelve o'clock, the empty tables in front were all full, and people kept coming, and those who sat there just moved a short stool and placed it in the gap.This group of people came and greeted each other, some beat Qian'er, some bowed, most of them beat Qian'er.Talk and laugh freely.Outside these dozen or so tables, it seems that they are all business people; some of them look like local scholars: everyone is chirping and gossiping there.Because there were too many people, I couldn't hear what I said clearly, so I didn't care about him.

At half past twelve, looking at the stage, a man came out from behind the curtain: wearing a long blue cloth gown, with a long face and pimples, like dried orange peel, very ugly , but I feel that the person's smell is still calm.When he got out of the stage, he didn't say a word, so he sat down on a chair on the left behind half of the table.Slowly fetch the sanxian, harmonize the chords casually, and play one or two minor tunes, which people don't pay much attention to.Later, I played a major tune, and I don't know what brand it is called.It's just that in the end, all the fingers are used, and the cadence and rhythm are touching, as if dozens of strings and hundreds of fingers are playing there.At this time, the applause from the audience was endless, but the strings could not be suppressed. After playing the song, he stopped playing, and someone beside him brought tea.

After stopping for a few minutes, a girl came out from the curtain, about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a long oval face, a bun, a pair of silver earrings, a blue cloth coat, and a blue jacket. Cloth trousers are all trimmed with black cloth.Although the clothes are coarse cloth, they are very clean.Go to the right chair behind the half table and sit down.The player who played the string took the string and played it from the clank.The girl stood up, took the pear-blossom slips with her left hand, held them between her fingers, and tapped them to match the sound of the string; she held the drum beater in her right hand, and listened intently to the rhythm of the string.Suddenly there is a sound of jie drums, the voice of the song comes out suddenly, the words are clear and crisp, and the voice turns round and round, like a new warbler coming out of the valley, and a baby swallow returning to its nest. Each sentence has seven characters, and each paragraph has dozens of sentences. Where the tune is changed, there are endless changes. I feel that all the tunes of the songs are out of it, and I think it's over. There were two people sitting beside him, one of them asked in a low voice: "This must be Bai Niu?" The other said: "No. This person is called Hei Niu, and she is Bai Niu's sister. His tunes are all Bai Niu. What Niu teaches, if it is better than Bai Niu, I don’t know how far it is! His benefits can be told, but Bai Niu’s benefits can’t be told; his benefits can be learned, but Bai Niu’s benefits can’t be learned Think about it, in the past few years, who is so playful who doesn’t learn their tunes? Even the girls in the kiln, everyone learns, but at most one or two sentences reach the level of black girls. If the benefits of white girls , no one has ever been able to match him with a tenth of a cent." While speaking, the black girl finished singing early and went back.At this time, people in the garden were chatting heart to heart, talking and laughing.Sellers of melon seeds, groundnuts, shanlihong, and walnut kernels yelled loudly, and the entire garden was filled with human voices. In the midst of the hustle and bustle, I saw another girl coming out from the backstage, about eighteen or nineteen years old, her attire was no different from the previous one, she had a melon-seeded face, fair skin, and her appearance was no more than that of a middle-aged person. Feeling beautiful but not charming, clear but not cold, he came out with his head half down, stood behind half the table, pawned the pear blossom a few times, it was really strange: it was just two pieces of iron, in his hands, there was From the five tones and twelve rhythms.After tapping the drum hammer twice, Fang raised his head and looked forward to the stage.Those eyes are like autumn water, like cold stars, like precious pearls, like white quicksilver with two pills of black quicksilver in it, looking left and right, even the person sitting in the far corner feels that Wang Xiaoyu has seen me; Not to mention those who sit close together.With just one glance, the whole garden was completely silent, much quieter than when the emperor came out, even a needle could be heard falling on the ground! Wang Xiaoyu opened her vermilion lips, showed her white teeth, and sang a few lines.The voice was not very loud at the beginning, but there was an unspeakable beauty in my ears: inside the five viscera, it was like ironing, and there was no place where it was not pressed; there were 36000 pores, like eating ginseng fruit, and there was no pore where it was not smooth.After singing more than a dozen lines, the singing gradually became higher and higher, and suddenly a sharp point was pulled out, thrown into the sky like a wire, and I couldn't help but secretly screamed.Who knows that he is still able to turn around in that extremely high place.After a few verses, another layer was raised, with three or four folds in succession, rising steadily.It's like the scene of climbing Mount Tai from the west of Aolai Peak: at first, I saw Aolai Peak cutting the walls and climbing dry, and thought it was the best; On the cliff, I saw that the Nantian Gate is more on the fan cliff: the more you turn it, the more dangerous it is, and the more dangerous it is, the more strange it is.After Wang Xiaoyu sang extremely high three or four folds, she suddenly fell, and then tried her best to express her spirit of thousands of times, like a flying snake circling and interspersing in the middle of the thirty-six peaks of Huangshan Mountain.In an instant, the circle turns several times.From then on, the lower the singing, the thinner the singing, the voice gradually disappeared.Everyone in the garden held their breath and concentrated, not daring to move less.For about two or three minutes, there seemed to be a sound coming from under the ground.After this, it suddenly rises again, like setting off the oriental fireworks. A marble goes up to the sky, and then it turns into thousands of colorful lights, scattered in all directions.This sound flew up, that is to say, infinite sounds came concurrently.The player who plays the string also uses his fingers, big and small, in harmony with his voice, like the dawn of spring in Huawu, and the singing of good birds.My ears are too busy, I don't know what to listen to.In the midst of the chaos, suddenly there was a sudden sound, and everyone was silent.At this time, the applause from the audience was thunderous. After a pause, the noise calmed down a bit. I only heard that there was a young man in the front seat under the stage, about 30 years old, with a Hunan accent, and said: "When I was studying, I saw the ancients describe the benefits of singing. There is that' I don't understand the words "the lingering sound lingers around the beam and lasts for three days". Imagine in the air, how can the lingering sound go around the beam? How can it last for three days? It wasn't until I heard Mr. Xiaoyu's storytelling that I realized the cleverness of the ancients' words. Every time After listening to his books, there are always days when his ears are nothing but his books. No matter what he does, he is always distracted. Instead, he feels that "three days without a break", the word "three days" is too little, or Confucius said 'I don't know the taste of meat in March', and the word 'March' can be described more thoroughly!" The people next to him said: "Mr. Mengxiang's theory is very thorough! 'I feel sorry for me'!" As she said that, the black girl came up to talk for a while, and then the white girl came on stage again.This section, people around me said, is called "Black Donkey Section".After hearing it, it was just a story about a scholar who was surprised and rode a black donkey.To describe the beauty, first describe how good the black donkey is, and then describe the benefits of the beauty. In just a few words, this section of the book is over.Its syllables are all allegro, speaking faster and faster.Baixiangshan's poem says: "Big pearls and small pearls fall on the king's plate." It can be done.The wonderful thing is that when he speaks very fast, the listeners seem to be unable to catch up with him, but his words are clear, and every word is sent to the depths of the earlobe.This is his uniqueness, but it is inferior to the previous paragraph. It was only five o'clock at this time, and Wang Xiaoyu should still have a while to calculate.I don't know how good that section is, and what it is, and let's listen to the next chapter to break it down.