As soon as they entered the room, Wang Zhenzhi and Cui Wei saw the wooden toys placed on the desk of Zhang Zhenhua. The two hurried over and picked them up and watched them carefully. Zhang Sheng poured water for the two of them and said with a smile: "The child is idle and does it randomly. Don't laugh." Wang Zhenzhi shook his head, "No. Although I don't understand it very much. But I think it would be very remarkable if all these can become true."

The three of them sat in the room and chatted like this. After about half an hour, Fang Dongmei came back with her son as soon as the door opened. When she saw a guest at home, she thought she was talking to her husband about work, so she said, "You guys talk, we won't disturb you. Xiaohua goes to find Xiu'er to play." "No. They are here to find her son." Zhang Sheng said hurriedly. Zhang Zhenhua looked at the two people in front of her and said unhappily: "Why are you chasing her home?" "Xiaohua, don't be rude!" Fang Dongmei scolded, "What trouble did you cause?"

"This is Comrade Fang Dongmei, right?" Wang Zhenzhi told her the purpose of the trip again, and finally turned to Zhang Zhenhua and said, "Do you want to, kid?"

"Put "Cauliwa" on the stage?" Zhang Zhenhua blinked, "I won't talk about anything else, can I get the special skills in it?" "This..." Asked the point, Wang Zhenzhi hesitated for a moment. "We are trying to figure out a way." Cui Wei said: "We are going to learn from the elements of mythological plays in Peking Opera."

"Peking Opera version of "Cauliwa"?" Zhang Zhenhua immediately remembered the Peking Opera version of "Pirates of the Caribbean", the drama version of "Transformers", and the Ping Opera version of "Lenin in 1918". "Don't you think it's better to make an animation?" Zhang Zhenhua couldn't help but remind.

"Make it into an animation?" Wang Zhenzhi nodded, "It's a good idea. However, our Yan'an movie equipment is limited, so it's very difficult to do it."

"That's true." Zhang Zhenhua grabbed his hair and asked with some concern: "But is this okay? I mean the subject matter."

Wang Zhenzhi smiled and said, "Don't worry. Since we are here to find you, there is no problem. Do you know? Even Chairman Mao repeatedly said yes after listening to your "Cauli Baby". "Ah? Chairman Mao also knows it?!" This time Zhang Zhenhua was really shocked.

The matter has to start two days ago. That day, Chairman Mao and several leaders from the central government came to "Luyi" to visit and condolences everyone. During this period, Wang Zhenzhi told Chairman Mao about the story of "Cauliwa". The Chairman was very interested after hearing this and encouraged everyone to overcome difficulties and bring "Cauliwa" to the stage.

"Chairman Mao also said that the story of seven gourd babies fighting against two monsters is very consistent with the current situation of the War of Resistance. As long as we work hard to unite, we will definitely win in the end." Wang Zhenzhi excitedly quoted Chairman Mao. Zhang Sheng and his wife were also very excited and kept urging, "Son, why are you hesitating? Hurry up and agree."

OK. Since Chairman Mao has agreed, what else can I say. "Although I still think it is not very appropriate to make "Cauliwa" a stage play, but since Chairman Mao has agreed, I can only agree. But I have a requirement." Zhang Zhenhua put forward his own conditions. "If you have anything, please say it." Wang Zhenzhi said. "I have to join the crew, and I can ignore everything else, but the character design must be listened to me. I am also counting on "Cauliwa" to publish a book." Zhang Zhenhua said with a small fist.

"You want to publish a book?" The adults said in surprise. "Yes, the comic book of "Cauliwa"." As he said that, Zhang Zhenhua ran to the corner of the house and took out a stack of paper from somewhere. "I have already drawn it. It will be completed in a few weeks." As he said that, he handed the paper to Wang, Cui and others.

Wang Zhenzhi and Cui Wei took the drawing paper, looked at it and widened their eyes, "Is this... really what you painted?" Different from the comic strips they imagined, the pictures on the paper were presented to them like movie storyboard scripts. The unique character shapes were both traditional and modern, which made them fall in love with them at once, and said to themselves in their hearts: "That's right, this is the real gourd baby."

"Okay! I agree to your request." Wang Zhenzhi agreed to Zhang Zhenhua's request very simply, "But can I take your paintings back for reference?" Zhang Zhenhua thought for a while, "No. But I can draw some of them now and let you take them back." "Okay. That's it." At that moment, Zhang Zhenhua lay on the table, took out the pen and paper. After a while, he finished drawing the four main characters of the gourd, the old man, the scorpion spirit and the snake spirit, and pointed at the gourd and said, "The order of the seven gourds from big to small is red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple. You can just do the rest."

After seeing off Wang and Cui, Zhang Zhenhua immediately accepted the joint interrogation of his parents and asked him in a concentrated manner why he had so many things. Of course, Zhang Zhenhua would not tell the truth. He gritted his teeth and said that it was all his own thoughts. Zhang Sheng and his wife asked for a long time but didn't ask anything, so they had to let it go.

Five days later, Cui Wei came to pick up Zhang Zhenhua to "Luyi" to participate in the first rehearsal of "Cauliwa". As a result, Zhang Zhenhua discovered many problems on the first day. First, "The actor who plays Calabash is too old. He doesn't look like Calabash, but like Uncle Calabash." This sentence made everyone laugh. The actor was not angry. One of them even said with him, "Little guy, how about you?" "I'm playing?" Zhang Zhenhua pointed at his nose, "I'm not Sun Wukong, how can I play seven Calabashes alone?"

Wang Zhenzhi held back his smile and said, "The little guy is right. The actors who play the Calabash are indeed older, but we "Luyi" do not have a little actor." Assistant director Ajia thought for a while and said, "Children Zhenhua, can your friends act?" Wang Zhenzhi nodded, "Yes, your children are also familiar with this story, so the effect of making them perform better."

Zhang Zhenhua thought about it carefully and said that these two people were right. But can those guys who Gouwa act? So he said, "Then I can try it, but I agreed in advance. If they fail, don't blame me. You can't just rely on Gouwa and the others. You have to find other actors. Also, since children are allowed to act, this drama can only be a drama rather than a Peking Opera." Wang Zhenzhi nodded immediately, "You are right. Then, you can go back first today to see if they want to come."

When they returned to the village, they gathered the gouwa and the others together. When the children heard that they were playing the gouwa, they were so happy. Xiuxiu and several girls in the village were depressed. When they asked, Xiuxiu said that there were no girls in the gouwa and they couldn't act. Zhang Zhenhua could only promise her to wait for the first time to let her watch after the painting of "Guwa". Xiuxiu was then happy.

That afternoon, Zhang Zhenhua brought the clean-washed Gouwa and the others to "Luyi" and changed their outfits and stood on the stage. It was really like that. So he assigned roles, Gouwa plays the boss Hongwa, Cui Wei plays the scorpion spirit, A Jia plays the old man, and Xiuxiu also got a role: Pangolin.

After starting again, Zhang Zhenhua shook his head again. It was okay to say about the literary opera, but the elements of these adult opera performances in martial arts were too obvious, so he stopped decisively. "Uncle Cui, can you not be so... opera, try to be both good-looking and real?"

"It's better to go up and set an example for everyone."

"Me? I can't do it." Zhang Zhenhua waved his hands repeatedly, "Don't you have an Eighth Route Army uncle here? Isn't it enough to choose a martial arts person to guide him?"

So director Wang Zhenzhi quickly sent someone to find him. Soon after, he found two soldiers, one who had learned Xingyi and the other who had practiced Baguazhang. Zhang Zhenhua asked the two of them to perform their own routines first, and then asked the two of them to break up a few moves. Wang Zhenzhi was very satisfied and immediately asked the two soldiers to serve as the martial arts instructor for this play.

The rehearsal continued, and it went smoothly again, especially Chang Xiaohu, who played the third child. His father was the captain of the militia and had practiced martial arts before. Chang Xiaohu had been practicing martial arts with his father since he was a child, so that fighting scene was very good.

The next thing we need to solve is the special stunt problem. Some simple things are okay, such as finding papermakers to make huge rocks to show the strength of the eldest son Hongwa, and finding some fake swords to show the third son Huangwa's incompetence. The key is what to do with the three water kids, fire kids, and invisible kids? Now even Zhang Zhenhua has no choice.

Since we couldn't think of it, we had to disperse and continue rehearsing tomorrow. I don't know how others will go home. Anyway, Zhang Zhenhua has to continue to update when he gets home.

In the days that followed, the crew of "Cauliwa" rehearsed and discussed, and finally, under the guidance of everyone, they finally completed many seemingly impossible tasks under limited conditions.

Finally, the commemorative performance held by "Luyi" to commemorate the first anniversary of the War of Resistance Against Japan began. To be safe, "On the Songhua River" was staged first, and the response was quite good. The one that followed was this "Cauliwa".

On the night before the stage, the main creators of the crew focused on the theater and were busy building the sets, props, and debugging the lights and fireworks. The actors moved for the last time. Zhang Sheng and his wife also rushed to the scene to accompany their son.

After everything was done, everyone did not return to their residence, but fell asleep in the theater. Lying beside their parents, Zhang Zhenhua asked softly: "Dad, mom, you won't blame me for making such a fool of yourself, do you?" "You little brat, you know you're making trouble." Zhang Sheng cursed with a smile. "It's not a bad thing for your son. Besides, we want to see your show." Fang Dongmei touched her son's head.
Chapter completed!