It snowed for many days and finally cleared up.However, the snow on the ground had not melted. Looking around, the fields were covered with white space.
Zhu Gaoxu felt the cold wind on his face and felt that the snow would probably not melt throughout the winter.
After the Central Army decided to continue to advance north, nearly ten days have passed, and the days have now entered mid-October.
The Ming army had almost no effective military supplies within a radius of thousands of miles, and the military ration reserves on the return journey were getting fewer and fewer. The soldiers had to eat dead horses to save military rations. The weather was very cold, and it was so cold that it was so cold that it was so hard to bear at night. The soldiers were tired, and they had traveled about three thousand miles since they went to war!
However, Zhu Gaoxu often inspected various battalions, believing that the Ming army still maintained considerable combat effectiveness and morale until now.The generals and troops who are shot out with real swords and guns are indeed very hard-working.
At night, the armies had stopped marching and selected places to camp.
In the Central Army camp, it was very lively tonight.
There was a low lava platform in the middle of the camp, and many sergeants were setting up stages.
Everyone was so cold that they called Bai Qi, but they were all excited, and the stage was in a hurry.
Almost all the rough military men in the army, but there were no shortage of skilled men from all over the Ming Dynasty.
The soldiers used dead branches, paper and silk cloth to make trees that looked like flowers, and also made a thatched house and yard with dead grass and soil, and decorated them.
The stage looks colorful and very beautiful.
It was getting late, and torches were lit around the stage, and the fire was bright for a moment.
Countless soldiers lined up to the bottom of the stage, and everyone was busy shoveling out the snow, plastered the felt blanket, and lit the fire.
People gathered around the stage to prepare for the show.
The camp was very lively, and many people were talking about what kind of opera to sing, southern opera or northern opera tonight.
Soon, Zhu Gaoxu, who was wearing a dragon suit and a coat, also came to the crowd with the virtuous master and Duan Xueheng.
The soldiers stood up and held military salutes. Zhu Gaoxu walked along the way, raising his hands down and gestured, saying: "No gift, no gift."
He looked at the surrounding scenery and smiled at Qi Tai beside him and said: It was a good deal, but it was just a good wine to reward the army.
Qi Tai said: I can’t find wine in Mobei. When the army returns to the court to ask for me, there will be no shortage of wine and meat.
After Zhu Gaoxu and others took their seats on the stool in front, the military musician took the instrument and came to the edge of the stage, and played the music with a blow and beat.
Thousands of soldiers nearby looked at the stage.
The days of marching and camping were so boring that no matter what kind of play tonight, everyone seemed to be very happy.
After a while, a young actor wearing a military uniform and a helmet walked onto the stage.At first, people thought he was a soldier who was going to set up the stage, but the guy looked at the crowd and started talking.
His voice is straight and erect, very loud: I am Zhang Yong, a vanguard of Datong Prefecture. My home is in Weizibao, and I either have farms or guards on weekdays.Today, I am not in Weizibao. I was ordered to deliver a letter to the Gaobaihuo Shangfeng, so I went to Datong Prefecture City.Look, I just came out of the city...
good!good!In the crowd under the stage, someone quickly shouted.
Zhu Gaoxu watched the show seriously without changing his expression.He heard the movements around him and suddenly felt that the soldiers' reaction to this drama was better than expected!
The young actor above can't sing operas, and he speaks them plainly; his accent is Shanxi accent, but the opera lyrics use dialect vocabulary so that everyone can understand.
Although this drama is not as interesting as the opera, it is a familiar military identity, which is very down-to-earth.
Most of the audience members present were military households, and they did not choose the show with great skill.
The young actor on the stage is also very talented and his movements are very similar.
He put his palm between his eyebrows, looked at him, and said: Oh, it’s getting late!I have to rush to get back to Weizibao early to report.
After he finished speaking, he quickly left the platform, as if he had left here on his way.
Then the two women came on stage, both palace maids around Zhu Gaoxu.
A man with double snails, wearing a red and green jacket and dress with pink face, looks like a wealthy daughter and is also very beautiful.
Another one is tied with a hair tied, a cloth scarf, wearing a bloated dark pair of clothes, and has used something to apply on his face. He looks older.
As soon as the young-dressed girl came up, she closed her eyes, leaned over to smell the flowers tied by paper, and said with a smile: This plum blossom is so fragrant!
The woman behind her said: Miss, we have to go back quickly. If we can't go home before dark, the master will scold me again.
When the young lady faced the crowd, she also spoke in plain language: The Feng family of my family and the name of my boudoir Chunhan are women from Fengjiazhuang, Datong City.There are 100 acres of fertile land at home and shops in the city.Although there is a little chill today, it is rare to see the spring light. Many families are traveling to the spring.I miss the weeping willows by the river and the flowers in the mountains. I was separated from my family for a while, so I rushed home...ah!
The little girl who claimed to be Chunhan shouted, stretched out her hand to cover her head and said: It’s raining!
The woman next to her complained: It was the sun just now, but it rained in the second thought, it was strange to the weather!
Chunhan looked up and looked back: The rain is getting heavier and heavier. There seems to be a house over there. Let’s go to hide from the rain first, and let’s go when the rain stops.
That's all.The woman said.
The two women carried their skirts and ran towards the small thatched hut.
At this time, the young military clerk Zhang Yong also came on the stage.
He ran to the front of the hut with two women.
Zhang Yong and Chunhan stopped, looked at each other, and both turned away.
After avoiding it, Chunhan lowered his head and grabbed the hem of the jacket, skirt, and looked a little scared and shy.
Zhang Yong looked up and looked at the sky for a while, then patted his sleeves again, as if he was being wet from the rain.He took two more steps towards the two women.
Chunhan looked back at him, took two steps back, and exclaimed: What are you going to do?
Zhang Yong stood still, reached out to make a soothing move, and said with his chest straight: Don’t be afraid, madam.I am a soldier of the Ming Dynasty's official army. The general of the army always said that our duty is to protect the land and the people.The Tatars invaded at the end of last year, and we lost many brothers to defend the countryside.Today, when I meet two people who hide from the rain, I will not be rude and offensive; otherwise, how can I face the spirit of the fallen brothers in heaven?
good!OK... The crowd suddenly cheered and slightly interrupted the opera on the stage.
Zhu Gaoxu also stroking his hands and praised him with satisfaction. He turned to Qi Tai, the Minister of War behind, and said: Even the illiterate military household can understand this play.
Qi Tai nodded thoughtfully, clasped his fists and said, "The Lord is a clear guide."
After the shouts in the crowd stopped, everyone on the stage and sang a small song.
First, Chunhan sang a song. The lyrics are very simple. The content of the lyrics is roughly praising Zhang Yong's heroic and upright style, and knowing the righteousness.
The lyrics were written by Hou Hai, and the song of this small song is a good jasmine flower (written by Xu Da, the king of Zhongshan)…
There are other songs behind, some of which are composed by the virtuous man. The lyrics were written by the Chinese military officials and modified by Zhu Gaoxu more bluntly and easily understandable.
The music of the Ming Dynasty, whether it is a play or a small song, has a slow rhythm; with the simple lyrics, it is easy for everyone to understand.
Even Zhu Gaoxu gradually got involved in the play, and he was very immersed in the story on the stage, and felt it through the acquaintance, understanding, admiration and longing between Zhang Yong and Chunhan.
After about half an hour of performance, the sad parting scene finally came.
Chunhan faced the audience and talked in a moving way: Although the young master of the Li family in Datong Prefecture is both talented and beautiful, the matchmaker praised him in front of his parents.But my heart is... Fortunately, my parents are reasonable and can understand my daughter's ambitions, and my daughter only loves heroes.I shouldn't have dissuaded Zhang Yong from going to the north. Only by letting him serve the country and follow the emperor to fight against Tatars in the north can the villagers live and work in peace and contentment, and no longer have their families destroyed.
After she told her, she picked up a pen and said: I will write to Zhang Yong now to let him understand my heart.
When Chunhan read out the letter (Hou Hai wrote), many soldiers in the fire were shiny, as if tears were shining.
After Chunhan left, a team of soldiers walked onto the stage with their fierce and held their sharp fingers, and Zhang Yong was also among them.
Zhang Yong looked at him with a letter and looked up and said: I was under the command of Duke Ba and arrived at Luquhe under the order.We must fight the enemy bravely and be loyal to the Ming Dynasty!
Just then, someone shouted: The enemy is rushing into the formation!
Then another group of soldiers rushed over in captured Tatar armor, waving a burst of swords and guns on both sides, as if they were martial arts in operas.Amid the sound of gongs and drums, everyone gradually left the stage.
Soon the last scene, Chunhan took a handful of pipa and sang a song: The fragrance of plum blossoms fills the post road, and the wild geese soar into a row.Spring cold leans in the pavilion, looking at the direction of the expedition.Looking back on the first meeting in the rain, Hongyan sent her beautiful lady to her thoughts.The warriors are loyal to the emperor and protect the country, and they are devoted to the cold spring...
The song is written by a virtuous man, and the tune is simple and beautiful.When Chunhan sang for the second time, many soldiers in front also started singing, and the sound became louder and louder.
At this time, Zhu Gaoxu couldn't help but turn his head and looked at Hou Hai and said: Starting tomorrow night, ask them to perform at each military camp.
Hou Hai clasped his fists and said as he sang the soldiers: I obey the order!
The people around seemed to be still unsatisfied, and Zhu Gaoxu had already left the camp with his virtuous master and civil and military officials.
When he returned to the central army tent, the virtuous man asked softly: Master, I heard that there is really Zhang Yong. Is the story in the play real?
Zhu Gaoxu turned around and pondered: Since it was a play, how could he take it completely seriously?
Zhu Gaoxu felt the cold wind on his face and felt that the snow would probably not melt throughout the winter.
After the Central Army decided to continue to advance north, nearly ten days have passed, and the days have now entered mid-October.
The Ming army had almost no effective military supplies within a radius of thousands of miles, and the military ration reserves on the return journey were getting fewer and fewer. The soldiers had to eat dead horses to save military rations. The weather was very cold, and it was so cold that it was so cold that it was so hard to bear at night. The soldiers were tired, and they had traveled about three thousand miles since they went to war!
However, Zhu Gaoxu often inspected various battalions, believing that the Ming army still maintained considerable combat effectiveness and morale until now.The generals and troops who are shot out with real swords and guns are indeed very hard-working.
At night, the armies had stopped marching and selected places to camp.
In the Central Army camp, it was very lively tonight.
There was a low lava platform in the middle of the camp, and many sergeants were setting up stages.
Everyone was so cold that they called Bai Qi, but they were all excited, and the stage was in a hurry.
Almost all the rough military men in the army, but there were no shortage of skilled men from all over the Ming Dynasty.
The soldiers used dead branches, paper and silk cloth to make trees that looked like flowers, and also made a thatched house and yard with dead grass and soil, and decorated them.
The stage looks colorful and very beautiful.
It was getting late, and torches were lit around the stage, and the fire was bright for a moment.
Countless soldiers lined up to the bottom of the stage, and everyone was busy shoveling out the snow, plastered the felt blanket, and lit the fire.
People gathered around the stage to prepare for the show.
The camp was very lively, and many people were talking about what kind of opera to sing, southern opera or northern opera tonight.
Soon, Zhu Gaoxu, who was wearing a dragon suit and a coat, also came to the crowd with the virtuous master and Duan Xueheng.
The soldiers stood up and held military salutes. Zhu Gaoxu walked along the way, raising his hands down and gestured, saying: "No gift, no gift."
He looked at the surrounding scenery and smiled at Qi Tai beside him and said: It was a good deal, but it was just a good wine to reward the army.
Qi Tai said: I can’t find wine in Mobei. When the army returns to the court to ask for me, there will be no shortage of wine and meat.
After Zhu Gaoxu and others took their seats on the stool in front, the military musician took the instrument and came to the edge of the stage, and played the music with a blow and beat.
Thousands of soldiers nearby looked at the stage.
The days of marching and camping were so boring that no matter what kind of play tonight, everyone seemed to be very happy.
After a while, a young actor wearing a military uniform and a helmet walked onto the stage.At first, people thought he was a soldier who was going to set up the stage, but the guy looked at the crowd and started talking.
His voice is straight and erect, very loud: I am Zhang Yong, a vanguard of Datong Prefecture. My home is in Weizibao, and I either have farms or guards on weekdays.Today, I am not in Weizibao. I was ordered to deliver a letter to the Gaobaihuo Shangfeng, so I went to Datong Prefecture City.Look, I just came out of the city...
good!good!In the crowd under the stage, someone quickly shouted.
Zhu Gaoxu watched the show seriously without changing his expression.He heard the movements around him and suddenly felt that the soldiers' reaction to this drama was better than expected!
The young actor above can't sing operas, and he speaks them plainly; his accent is Shanxi accent, but the opera lyrics use dialect vocabulary so that everyone can understand.
Although this drama is not as interesting as the opera, it is a familiar military identity, which is very down-to-earth.
Most of the audience members present were military households, and they did not choose the show with great skill.
The young actor on the stage is also very talented and his movements are very similar.
He put his palm between his eyebrows, looked at him, and said: Oh, it’s getting late!I have to rush to get back to Weizibao early to report.
After he finished speaking, he quickly left the platform, as if he had left here on his way.
Then the two women came on stage, both palace maids around Zhu Gaoxu.
A man with double snails, wearing a red and green jacket and dress with pink face, looks like a wealthy daughter and is also very beautiful.
Another one is tied with a hair tied, a cloth scarf, wearing a bloated dark pair of clothes, and has used something to apply on his face. He looks older.
As soon as the young-dressed girl came up, she closed her eyes, leaned over to smell the flowers tied by paper, and said with a smile: This plum blossom is so fragrant!
The woman behind her said: Miss, we have to go back quickly. If we can't go home before dark, the master will scold me again.
When the young lady faced the crowd, she also spoke in plain language: The Feng family of my family and the name of my boudoir Chunhan are women from Fengjiazhuang, Datong City.There are 100 acres of fertile land at home and shops in the city.Although there is a little chill today, it is rare to see the spring light. Many families are traveling to the spring.I miss the weeping willows by the river and the flowers in the mountains. I was separated from my family for a while, so I rushed home...ah!
The little girl who claimed to be Chunhan shouted, stretched out her hand to cover her head and said: It’s raining!
The woman next to her complained: It was the sun just now, but it rained in the second thought, it was strange to the weather!
Chunhan looked up and looked back: The rain is getting heavier and heavier. There seems to be a house over there. Let’s go to hide from the rain first, and let’s go when the rain stops.
That's all.The woman said.
The two women carried their skirts and ran towards the small thatched hut.
At this time, the young military clerk Zhang Yong also came on the stage.
He ran to the front of the hut with two women.
Zhang Yong and Chunhan stopped, looked at each other, and both turned away.
After avoiding it, Chunhan lowered his head and grabbed the hem of the jacket, skirt, and looked a little scared and shy.
Zhang Yong looked up and looked at the sky for a while, then patted his sleeves again, as if he was being wet from the rain.He took two more steps towards the two women.
Chunhan looked back at him, took two steps back, and exclaimed: What are you going to do?
Zhang Yong stood still, reached out to make a soothing move, and said with his chest straight: Don’t be afraid, madam.I am a soldier of the Ming Dynasty's official army. The general of the army always said that our duty is to protect the land and the people.The Tatars invaded at the end of last year, and we lost many brothers to defend the countryside.Today, when I meet two people who hide from the rain, I will not be rude and offensive; otherwise, how can I face the spirit of the fallen brothers in heaven?
good!OK... The crowd suddenly cheered and slightly interrupted the opera on the stage.
Zhu Gaoxu also stroking his hands and praised him with satisfaction. He turned to Qi Tai, the Minister of War behind, and said: Even the illiterate military household can understand this play.
Qi Tai nodded thoughtfully, clasped his fists and said, "The Lord is a clear guide."
After the shouts in the crowd stopped, everyone on the stage and sang a small song.
First, Chunhan sang a song. The lyrics are very simple. The content of the lyrics is roughly praising Zhang Yong's heroic and upright style, and knowing the righteousness.
The lyrics were written by Hou Hai, and the song of this small song is a good jasmine flower (written by Xu Da, the king of Zhongshan)…
There are other songs behind, some of which are composed by the virtuous man. The lyrics were written by the Chinese military officials and modified by Zhu Gaoxu more bluntly and easily understandable.
The music of the Ming Dynasty, whether it is a play or a small song, has a slow rhythm; with the simple lyrics, it is easy for everyone to understand.
Even Zhu Gaoxu gradually got involved in the play, and he was very immersed in the story on the stage, and felt it through the acquaintance, understanding, admiration and longing between Zhang Yong and Chunhan.
After about half an hour of performance, the sad parting scene finally came.
Chunhan faced the audience and talked in a moving way: Although the young master of the Li family in Datong Prefecture is both talented and beautiful, the matchmaker praised him in front of his parents.But my heart is... Fortunately, my parents are reasonable and can understand my daughter's ambitions, and my daughter only loves heroes.I shouldn't have dissuaded Zhang Yong from going to the north. Only by letting him serve the country and follow the emperor to fight against Tatars in the north can the villagers live and work in peace and contentment, and no longer have their families destroyed.
After she told her, she picked up a pen and said: I will write to Zhang Yong now to let him understand my heart.
When Chunhan read out the letter (Hou Hai wrote), many soldiers in the fire were shiny, as if tears were shining.
After Chunhan left, a team of soldiers walked onto the stage with their fierce and held their sharp fingers, and Zhang Yong was also among them.
Zhang Yong looked at him with a letter and looked up and said: I was under the command of Duke Ba and arrived at Luquhe under the order.We must fight the enemy bravely and be loyal to the Ming Dynasty!
Just then, someone shouted: The enemy is rushing into the formation!
Then another group of soldiers rushed over in captured Tatar armor, waving a burst of swords and guns on both sides, as if they were martial arts in operas.Amid the sound of gongs and drums, everyone gradually left the stage.
Soon the last scene, Chunhan took a handful of pipa and sang a song: The fragrance of plum blossoms fills the post road, and the wild geese soar into a row.Spring cold leans in the pavilion, looking at the direction of the expedition.Looking back on the first meeting in the rain, Hongyan sent her beautiful lady to her thoughts.The warriors are loyal to the emperor and protect the country, and they are devoted to the cold spring...
The song is written by a virtuous man, and the tune is simple and beautiful.When Chunhan sang for the second time, many soldiers in front also started singing, and the sound became louder and louder.
At this time, Zhu Gaoxu couldn't help but turn his head and looked at Hou Hai and said: Starting tomorrow night, ask them to perform at each military camp.
Hou Hai clasped his fists and said as he sang the soldiers: I obey the order!
The people around seemed to be still unsatisfied, and Zhu Gaoxu had already left the camp with his virtuous master and civil and military officials.
When he returned to the central army tent, the virtuous man asked softly: Master, I heard that there is really Zhang Yong. Is the story in the play real?
Zhu Gaoxu turned around and pondered: Since it was a play, how could he take it completely seriously?
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