360. Set up the stage and sing the opera well

Meng Chang is easy to talk to. Although he cannot intervene in the core affairs of the Jiang family, Jiang Jianmo's care and his relationship with the Luo family still let him know something vaguely. Of course, as an ordinary family, since he is in the system, he can only rely on the help of his wife's family, so he will not disobey the old lady on the surface. However, as a key construction project in the region, it is not a big problem to take care of Xizhi for a little attention.

After receiving a call from Rogo for help, he was very straightforward and sent a patrol team from the district public security bureau and a total of 70 or 80 people from the town police station to urgently dispatch to maintain order.

When they received the notice of police, it was fine for the patrol team, but the people in the town police station were all very happy. If it were any other place, these people would definitely not be so happy, but no one would not want to go to Xizhi. Although they are not second-rate bandits, they have some extra income, so of course no one refuses. In the past, Xizhi, which was the most troublesome, was dominated by clan forces. Recently, there is a tendency for police and civilians to jointly build model units, and it is a very popular feeling.

I used the money to do business. I heard that there was a need there, so of course these people went out without saying a word. The police station was not necessarily close to Xizhi, but it only took half of the time for the patrol team to arrive at the ancient town.

As soon as I arrived, more than 30 people were stunned. I used to say that there were many Chinese people and many Chinese people, but I didn’t have any intuitive feelings. I saw the crowds of people in the Demon City of Beijing on TV, because I was not in the scene, so I didn’t think so.

But the crowd in front of them made these little police officers hesitate one by one. An old policeman looked at the deputy director who led the team: "Sub Wang, there are so many people, it doesn't work for us to go up. Why don't you wait for the colleagues in the bureau first and see how the above arrangements are made."

Before he finished speaking, he ate his deputy office's eye: "Old Li, you are a traitor, there are so many people now, so hurry up and carry out the mission for me. If the people in the bureau have not arrived yet, there will be any problems here. Will the superiors look for that? Look for those people in the patrol team, or look for us? Besides, you have a lot of benefits here. Oh, if you have the sweetness, rush forward, and if you have trouble, hide... Hurry up and complete the team and listen to my assignments."

In fact, judging from the posture of Deputy Director Wang, he still had some words but he didn't say anything. However, when he glanced at the camera next to him, he quickly stopped talking and started to assign tasks.

It was just over 8:30, and the ancient town was already full of reporters, and the media was like storming blood. The camera had no intention of stopping since entering the ancient town.

The reason is nothing special. In 1998, the country had just set off a wave of tourism consumption. However, at this time, most people climbed the Great Wall to see maple leaves, or went to the southernmost island to see the sea, or ran to the five famous mountains. The ancient town tourism is generally circulated in the circle of more experienced hikers, and ordinary families don’t know much.

However, the publicity and momentum of Yangyi Culture made many people realize that Lu Xun's "Society Drama" and Dai Wangshu's "Rain Alley" are all real things. It turns out that the Jiangnan water town in the dream is not just in the dream, but not far from themselves.

In addition to those carefully planned advertisements, even the advertisements placed in newspapers in Jiangnan Province and even the surrounding provinces and cities are color pages and pictorials that are invested to print by themselves. The green willows are covered with peach blossoms, and the ink and wash are faintly charming. In this era when TV advertisements are still extremely lacking in creativity, the impact caused by them is naturally conceivable.

"Hey, Xiaoyi, we're meeting again. Now I can't call you Xiaoyi casually. You are a celebrity in our Yuezhou. I heard that the Writers Association is interested in absorbing you?" Meng Chang and Yang Yi didn't meet many times, but he obviously had a very special impression of this unusual child. As soon as he got off the car, he had just greeted several clans in the ancient town and stared at Yang Yi hiding in the pile of old men.

Yang Yi came over to meet Meng Chang quickly. After Jiang Jianmo left, his foundation in Yuezhou, which is actually Xizhi Tourism Zone, wanted to ask the young deputy secretary of the district party committee to take care of him. It is not surprising that many people have a lot of knowledge. However, in addition, he does not know much about Meng Chang.

"There is nothing, Brother Meng is really joking. I haven't received the news from the Writers Association anyway." Yang Yi smiled innocently and invited people to the rostrum of the theater. The staff behind Meng Chang were not the few who came to Xizhi with him half a year ago, so when he saw Yang Yi and his secretary looked familiar, he was still thinking about whose eldest son this was? Why did he look familiar?

However, after hearing the Writers Association, those who paid a little attention to local news suddenly realized and recognized Yang Yi's identity.

A group of people walked towards the theater. First, Meng Chang and several prominent figures in the town, two clan elders of the big surname were with him, and the one closest to him was Yang Yi's second uncle Yang Tianying. The old man was energetic and had gray hair and looked energetic. Yang Tianying was with Meng Chang's side, and he still looked at Yang Yi on the other side. If it weren't for his nephew and grandson, he wouldn't have been here now.

The other side of Meng Chang was occupied by Yang Yi, and even his secretary was hanging behind Yang Yi and followed closely.

After hearing the smile of the reborn man, Meng Chang thought that this was a child who was tender-skinned and pretended to be modest, so he smiled happily: "I'm sorry to admit it? This is honor, what's the matter."

But the fact is that Yang Yi really did not receive the invitation from the Writers Association, or the written invitation letter sent from the Writers Association was thrown into the corner by Ji Tangdan. For this matter, the two old men in the Ji family had a very quarrel. The old lady thought that Yang Yi was not a child and had to make the decision on this matter himself. However, when the old man was still angry that Wu Jun was making trouble, there were also people in the Writers Association who were making trouble, so he finally suppressed it.

In his words, it is a place where a group of people are idle. It is beneficial or harmless to go there. He is responsible to the students.

Yang Yi naturally didn't know the inside story, but now when Meng Chang said this, he thought he knew what the inside story was, so he smiled and didn't respond. However, he had already made up his mind, no matter what the Writers Association Federation of Literary and Art Circles, he would just turn it off by then, but he didn't know that his teacher had already made this decision for him.

"I'm still enough today." After not seeing each other for half a year, Meng Chang's nasolabial folds on both sides of his nose seemed to be deeper. Even if he smiled happily, he should add a bit of majesty to this three-dimensional appearance: "It's usually said that our country has many people and a large market, and there is no big feeling yet. But when I saw it today, I was shocked. Judging from this posture, your Yangyi Culture is going to be a high-profile again."

Yang Yi was not humble this time. The situation he most wanted to see was that Yang Yi culture was high-profile, but he and Su Wan and others should not attract too much attention.

"It's okay, now this is the eyeball effect. If people don't know you, there will be no talk about what's next. Of course, the specific effect depends on today's event."

Meng Chang said "um" and before he could reach the rostrum of the theater, he heard a few soft sounds of continuous and delicate voices, and his eyes lit up: "Wow, there is also the stage of the Qu family? I heard that their head teacher was trained by the disciples of Mr. Yu Zhenfei. He is considered a successor of the next generation. Now he will not sing, but there are still a few good actors in it."

Not only Yang Yi, but even the clan elders were all impressed by the fact that the district secretary seemed to be only halfway through thirty years, but he was very clear about some old things, and that was the food in his stomach.

"Haha, it's mainly to let tourists get fresh. In fact, the main force on the stage today is not them." Yang Yi saw Meng Chang tilting his head with interest and looked over. He was obviously waiting for the following text, but he just didn't say it clearly: "Brother Meng will see it yourself later. I can't explain it clearly. You can't understand it anymore, and you think I'm ruining the national treasure."

Meng Chang smiled silently: "Oh, you guy, you are still playing tricks on me. Okay, I'll see what you've made of."

A group of people walked from the head of the town to the end of the town. Meng Chang was obviously shocked by the changes in the stream.

Yes, it was just shock. The surprised emotion was clearly reflected on Meng Chang's face without any concealment.

In fact, strictly speaking, Xizhi has not changed much, as it was originally like this. How much can protective repair and maintenance be changed? However, with the joint efforts of professors from several universities, Xizhi has changed, not becoming more modern, but on the contrary, it seems that it is becoming more and more distant from this modern civilization society. After the smoke and fog in the water town has faded away, what is presented to people is as if the picture of the Qingming River During the Qingming Festival came to life.

"Very good, very good." Meng Chang kept admiring, looking excited.

Although the group of old people around me were all involved in the repair and maintenance, the work of introducing Meng Chang to specific situations still fell on Yang Yi. Because everything here is now based on his concepts and ideas, the idea is particularly clear when talking about it: "Brother Meng, you see that along the way, there is a unified plan for the business categories and quantities of individual business owners, and try to achieve equal division of tourism resources. Moreover, after a quarter, we will fine-tune based on the specific income and tax payments. In short, we will take the path of "tourism in Huaxi Village".

"Okay, very good idea, this is a good idea, that is, everyone needs to be prosperous together to form a good circular development." Meng Chang nodded, and he also admired and agreed with the concept proposed by Yang Yi: "The idea is very good, and as far as what I see now, you have indeed put it into practice. With this confidence and enthusiasm, Xizhi Ancient Town will definitely become our Yuezhou tourism brand."

After the inspection, everyone returned to the stage. The police, Yangyi Tourism Department employees, and the volunteers assigned by the town were already busy driving below.

Compared with these busy people, more people looked around with novelty. Many of them had already surrounded the theater and raised their cameras very excitedly. Many of them had obviously come to this ancient color for the first time, as if they were painted on the entire Jiangnan town that was moved down. So whether it was the wooden fence on the veranda, the stone lion next to the steps of the small pier, or the small flag at the entrance of some specialty stores, they had to take pictures.

At the same time, more people gathered in from the entrance of the town. The originally quiet and distant water town suddenly became bustling.

The time passed by an hour, at half past nine, which was the expected opening ceremony. At this time, many tourists had word of mouth and knew that an event was about to be held.

The leaders come to power, which is a necessary process for every ribbon-cutting activity. However, Meng Chang is also an informed and tactful person. He knows that in such an occasion, the more he talks, the more people in the audience don’t say it, but in fact he is so upset. If it weren’t for the status here, someone would make a fuss about "go down, go down", such a reverse lottery.

"Okay, I have to say so much, it's not interesting to talk nonsense. In short, the villagers of Xizhi are extremely welcome to all guests from all over the world. I hope everyone can have a happy and have a good time."

Meng Chang smiled and waved his hand, and retreated to the middle of the leaders of the group. Since there were only two backbones at this moment, how could the rest of the people dare to say more than him? He might as well stop talking. In this way, Yang Yi and the old man had spent a long time together, and the hour he had left was still forty or fifty minutes left.

Since the leaders are so considerate, there is no need to say more, just go to the opera troupe.

The sound of the three-strings was as loud as a wave, and the sound of the crowds below suddenly became quiet. Some fans from other dramas heard the sound and asked each other what instrument it was.

Unlike other operas, the Kunqu opera, which has gradually declined, is not recognized by later generations. Pipa and Su Di are used as the main instruments, but Sanxian. However, as the skills of generations have been passed down, the Sanxian accompaniment skills have not been well passed down. Therefore, except for a few opera troupes and some professional students brought by some seniors in the modern music school, the others have gradually changed to Pipa, Su Di, Sheng, Erhu, etc.

The silk and bamboo are followed by a delicate and melodious water grinding cavity, with one sound and three rhymes, but in the deep tenderness of the Peking Opera, you can hear a bit of the clearness and mellowness of Peking Opera. This is the performance of Yun Shuiyue, the number one female actor in the Qujiaban.

Yang Yi noticed around the stage, many old people or fans in the Liyuan Garden shook their heads and were intoxicated, obviously they were deeply attracted by the three flavors of listening to the music. However, after the initial freshness, more people became a little less focused.

There are many reasons for this phenomenon. If you analyze it one by one, it may be difficult to really explain it clearly even if you gather sociologists, psychologists, philosophers, and culturalists from all over the country.

But the reason is precisely the least important. As Yang Yi, who has decided to worry about it, he only needs to know how to change this situation, rather than figure out why this situation occurs.

So he just winked on the backstage. After singing the song "Fusheng Three Dreams", the tone in the backstage changed, and it actually brought some martial arts style with a slightly faster pace.

Hey, what kind of situation is this? Meng Chang's curiosity was instantly aroused.

It should be said that at this time, Jin Yong's martial arts novels are still widely recognized, and there is no critical remark from various angles after the Internet has become grassroots in later generations. Headed by the TVB The Legend of the Condor Heroes in 1983, the soundtracks in many martial arts dramas are considered to be classics that have been sung for a while. Many middle-aged people in their thirties and forties will hum a few lines of TV soundtracks after dinner, shaking their palm-shaped fan and humming a few lines of TV soundtracks.

So together with this tone, many people's expressions on their faces were the same as Meng Chang, with obvious freshness, stretched their necks and glanced at the stage.

Among these people, they definitely do not include the older generations of Yang Yi's uncle and grandfather. To them, this thing is a bit inconsistent and different. But in fact, many traditional cultural circles that have become niche, such as Kunqu opera, clay opera, and more similar things have been reflected on. If these traditional cultural arts in these industries can be less authentic, less insist on the originality, and less insist on orthodoxy, and can work hard on the spread of skills and public acceptance, perhaps there will be no sad feeling that "the excellent traditional culture of China in the past has become increasingly scarce."

Why do we say that later generations are an era of entertainment supremacy? Are ordinary people really vulgar and incurable? This proposition is obviously wrong, and God cannot despise secular happiness. This sentence has been circulating in the Western world for a long time, and no matter how correct it is included in it, it is recognized by many people, which is enough.

So although Yang Yi has spent most of his energy on the "entertainment and cultural industry" since his rebirth, he has spent most of his energy on animation, popular and best-selling novels, online reading and other "entertainment and cultural industries", this is the best way he can think of at present, and the best way to keep more Chinese culture as much as possible.

Therefore, he welcomed the arrival of Qu Jiaban and agreed with the generous opera awards given by his uncle. The entire opera troupe was treated with courtesy from top to bottom.

But today the protagonists on the stage are not them, but professional girls invited from universities such as Shanghai Theater, Yuezhou Art Academy, Yuezhou Media, etc. The things these people learned in their respective schools may not necessarily be as systematic as traditional opera troupes, but they also have their strengths, that is, they can accept new things more and understand Yang Yi's "entertainment spirit".

So I saw that the original costumes were very orthodox actors, and they gradually left the scene, but three or five girls rushed up. These girls were different from the previous ones, and they almost didn’t have any makeup. Not to mention hanging their eyes and sticking clouds, even the pollen and rouge were only used in pink and white and pink, which were authentic light makeup.
Chapter completed!