The opera troupe sings

Author: Leader of Tofu Brain Salted Party

The opera troupe sings

"On the 18th day of the first lunar month, the sorghum is carried on the auspicious day of the zodiac, and the red outfit is carried on, and one foot and one hatred, and it is cut in a hurry~" The sound of the suona is combined with the desolate high notes of the flower actress, which is creepy.

"Okay~" There was a cheer under the stage, and the servant took the opportunity to hold the silver plate to the stands and bow.

The Qingping Opera House often comes to the rich merchants and wealthy businessmen from all over the world, and the children of bureaucratic families naturally do not hesitate to reward them. After a moment, the silver plate was filled with silver notes and gold and silver.

She Zhun, the headmaster behind the stage, was already smiling, secretly glad that she had kindness three months ago, and it was really a reward for good people. If the business has been so prosperous, she can open a theater in another year and a half, so she doesn't have to continue to suffer.

The exploitation of Qingpinglou's gross profit of 20% can be considered as a home buyer.

"Zhong Ming, you are really my lucky star."

Recalling the short-haired boy in strange clothes he picked up by the official road three months ago, She Zhun thought that he knew his fate and had no children under his knees, and he couldn't help but think of collecting the son of the moth.

This child is active in his mind and proposes a set of business methods such as "marketing", "free experience", "flyer", and "monthly card discount".

Moreover, he is quite good at writing, and the new dramas and lyrics in the class have really attracted many curious spectators.

It seems that although Xiaozi Zhong doesn't know how to sing opera, he is also a good material to take over. The division of "seven lines and seven subjects" proposed for the troupe has really made him much more comfortable in managing the troupe.

Besides, he is also a fatherless person, so he shouldn't refuse himself, right?

Thinking of this boy's special hobbies, She Zhun was a little unsure and called the servant who beat the door curtain.

"Xiao Wu, go and help me with a trip and bring Zhong Ming from Zheng Tu."

After saying that, She Zhun stuffed a handful of copper coins into Xiao Wu's arms and continued:

"Just say I want to talk to him about the new script "Wedding Dress", go quickly!"

"Okay, Master She San, please wait a moment, I'll bring you a message now." The servant ran to the south of the city.

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It is the cold and cold solar term of the 39th century, and the weather is cold. A young man about 16 or 17 years old is seven feet and five inches tall, strong and masculine, fair and slightly rough skin, straight eyebrows and eyes, and a black head that is half long.

The short hair was tied casually with a yellow turban and naked.

The young man held a washed fat pig with more than 200 kilograms in one hand, frowned and looked at the beast who twisted around as if he knew he was about to die. He carried a pole in his other hand and walked to the stairs in a dragon and tiger stride.

Next to the bluestone desk.

He threw the pole behind him, clenched his fist with his right hand and punched the pig's spine. After a heavy punch that broke the wind, the fat pig's movements came to an abrupt end.

He grabbed the bloodletting knife on the knife holder on the edge of the chopping board, knelt on the pig's body with his left leg, moved the pig's chin with his left hand, straightened it back with force, and held the bloodletting knife with his right hand aimed at the prominent pig's throat and stabbed it straight in.

, suddenly pierced the pig's heart, then flipped the knife for half a circle and pulled it out.

The bright red pig blood sprayed out with the knife and flowed in the copper basin pre-connected to the bottom of the chopping board.

He moved the pig's chin with his hands, kept shaking the pig's head, and pressed the pig's belly hard with his left leg to make the pig's blood flow out faster. After a cup of tea, the beast's blood was released.

After killing the pig, the boy untied the hemp rope that tied the pig, used a sharp knife to cut the hole of the hind legs on the upper side of the pig, and then stabbed it into the hole with a "bar".

Then he kept erecting the pig's skin with bars until he lifted the pig's skin to a full body.

Then he took a deep breath, aimed his mouth at the rear hoof of the pig, and blew hard into the pig's body.

The apprentice next to him tied the blowing hole with hemp rope at the right time, and then hit the pig's body with a wooden stick on the side.

This operation makes the pig roll fat and round like a balloon to facilitate shaving.

The apprentice who was watching the stove next to him grabbed a handful of white salt and put it into the blood basin, then handed a blue and slightly greasy towel and handed the boy a piece of black and slightly greasy towel.

The boy didn't bother him, and rubbed the blood on his body roughly and handed it back to the elementary apprentice.

"Thank you." The young man nodded slightly.

"If Master Zhong is there, this is what I should have done."

The primary apprentice took the bleeding knife and strip from Zhong Ming's hand, handed him a razor, and struggled to pick up a basin of hot water, poured it back and forth several times from the pig's head to the pig's buttocks.

After repeating this, most of the pot of water was poured down soon.

Zhong Ming, who was resting for a while, took the razor, shaved the pig's hair in a few seconds, put the pig's stand on the wooden stand, changed to a thicker machete, and took the surgery from the anus, cut the pig's belly open, and cut it while cutting it.

Teaching primary school apprentices:

"Be careful not to cut the pig intestines or stomach. Stop the knife when it reaches the diaphragm of the pig's chest."

Zhong Ming quickly cut off all the "white water" from the rectum, then cut open the chest cavity and took out the "red water" and then rinsed the entire pig cavity with clean water.

Then Zhong Ming changed to a thicker machete, stomped off the pig's head and trotters, then split the spine, and then changed to a right-angle picking knife to cut the flesh and divide the white pig into two.

At this point, after killing this fat pig, all that was left was Zheng Tu's skill on the chopping board.

"Master Zhong is really good at kung fu. After killing such a big pig, his face is not blushing or breathing. I don't know if I can be so powerful in the future."

"A little trick is worth a joke."

"I heard that Master Zhong can still write books, so he should be much better than killing pigs. Why do you want to kill pigs?"

"Hi, some story novels can't be entered into the elegant hall."

"That's more profitable than killing a pig, right?"

"That's right, I have to say why I want to kill pigs. Is this hobby? My body is all made by killing pigs. I can't learn this skill just by just writing and writing."

Of course, you can't master this skill by killing pigs, you have to be jealous. Zhong Ming thought about it while looking at his own reflection in the copper basin.

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Name: Zhong Ming

Race: Human

Lifespan: 17/86

Strength: 13.33 (+0.03) (The average value of normal adult men in this world is 1)

Physical constitution: 9.82 (+0.02) (The average value of normal adult men in this world is 1)

Agility: 4.51 (+0.008) (The average value of normal adult men in this world is 1)

Spirit: 3.45 (+0.003) (The average value of normal adult men in this world is 1)

talent:

The Eye of True Vision (data-based exploration of the information of life objects seen in the field of vision),

Killing and plundering (it must plunder one percent of the energy and spirit of the earth's life body with your own hands, and every talent and skill of the life body that is killed has a one-tenth chance of being plundered),

Thick skin (slightly increased in the toughness and thickness of the skin, slightly increased in the physical defense),

Brutal force (muscle toughness and bone density slightly increase, and the force effect slightly increases),

Skill:

Writing (proficient in 176/500), writing music (proficient in 103/500), marketing (proficient in 1431/2500), killing swordsmanship (accomplishing the hall 2780/12500), drawing astringent drawing (proficient in 1331/2500), cooking (proficient in 1331/2500), cooking (proficient in 1331/2500),

180/500)

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Zhong Ming, who was a floppy writer three months ago, stayed up late to watch the World Cup, but woke up in a daze and appeared in the wilderness in his pajamas, and his body was inexplicably a few years younger.

Fortunately, he was picked up by She Zhun, the headmaster of the unknown opera troupe who rushed to Sishui City. Thanks to She, he was able to quickly integrate into this specious ancient feudal society, otherwise he would have been afraid that he would have fed wild animals early.

While grateful, he also used his expertise, wrote some novel scripts for Master She, and also gave some suggestions on modern marketing methods to help the troupe accumulate fame.

This operation made the troupe gain the name of Liqingyuan in just three months, and also settled in the most famous Qingping Opera House in Sishui City.

As for Zhong Ming himself, he also published several novels by Master She. With his proficient painting skills and literary memory of Lan Xing, he is quite famous in Sishui County, and even Jiangning Prefecture began to circulate his words.

This novel.

Why did Zhong Ming, who was rich, come to kill pigs? Even in a short time, he became a master who could lead apprentices? It was attributed to his golden fingers.

Since I was picked up by the opera troupe, I didn't want to eat for free and offered to cook for the opera troupe. After killing a live chicken, I found that I had awakened my talented abilities - the Eye of True Vision and Killing and Plundering.

A strange blue prismatic crystal appeared in his head or in his spiritual world. As he slaughtered living creatures and plundered his attributes, the blue crystal was still turning golden bit by bit.

After more than three months of working as a part-time butcher, the blue crystal may turn completely golden at any time, and it may be the matter of this pig or the next sheep.

As for why I can quickly learn the words and language of another world and get rid of the embarrassing situation of pretending to be mute, I have to thank a scholar who is seeking death for giving me the writing skills...

"Bang bang bang~" Zhong Ming's memory was interrupted by the knocking door of the butcher shop backyard.

"Who?" asked the primary apprentice.

"It's me, Xiao Wu from Li Qingyuan, I have something urgent to find Brother Zhong Ming." The outsider shouted.

"Come here, come here." Zhong Ming picked up the machete for killing pigs, strode to the door, took off the door bolt but did not remove the door chain lock, and opened a crack slightly. It looked good, it was indeed from the class.

Zhang Xiaowu then opened the door and let him in.

"Brother Zhong, Master She wants to ask you to discuss the new script. Are you free now?"

"Is "Wedding Dress"? Well, it's really a bit too curious and thrilling. You're here to wait, I'll take a leave of absence to Zheng Tu."
To be continued...