MMB Chapter 126 Blueprint Relentless.
Chapter 126 Blueprint Relentless.
When Pan Maomao heard the words, she puffed out her small chest proudly: "I don't need money to listen to the show!"
"what?"
"Did you ever hear of mortals charging poor kittens entry fees?"
County Magistrate Cheng: "...I didn't know it before, but in the Tangxi Theater in the future, cats will also have to charge money."
Maomao was so angry: "Hmph! You know how to bully me. Tangxiyuan is only a small dilapidated theater, and there are only a few performances every year. I always go to Fucheng to listen to operas."
Cheng Jin was taken aback: "So Tangxi really has a theater?"
"Of course there were. When there were no bandits in Tangxi in the past, although it was not as good as Lanxi Jinhua, Tangxi was still very lively because of the Town God's Temple. There were temple fairs and garden tours, although the scale was relatively small, but they were still there. "Pan Xiaoan also came to Tangxi before, but the memory is a little long, and he continued after thinking about it for a while, "The theater is called Limeng Pavilion. Offended the Qian family, the former drug dealer, you should be very familiar with the Qian family, they acted domineeringly, and they could do this."
As soon as Limengge was mentioned, Cheng Jin had some impressions. He had seen all the business operators in Tangxi: "This Limengge is registered in the government register. Isn't the business direction filled in the teahouse?"
"Maybe it's because it didn't go on. After all, it takes a lot of energy to buy clothes and compose songs. Moreover, how could any capable Danjiao be willing to stay in Tangxi and go to Fucheng early." Mao Mao really loves to listen I know quite a lot about opera, "Some of the more slick ones were brought into Beijing to sing operas for high-ranking officials. How good was that Jade Hairpin opera back then. I only listened to half of it and then I didn't read any more."
"...I didn't expect that you are still a movie fan." At least as far as Cheng County Magistrate is concerned, he used to write scripts for his livelihood, and it's not like he didn't change them into dramas. Back then, he dragged his senior brother to watch the "premiere" excitedly. ", and then the opening 5 minutes, he fell asleep.
"Of course, I evolved from listening to Nanqu all the way." When Maomao didn't change his form, he liked to run to teahouses and theaters, either listening to books or singing operas. During certain festivals, he was an opera theater One bully.
Hearing this, County Magistrate Cheng's heart couldn't help being moved, and the expression on his face became kind: "You look nostalgic, why don't I invite you to Limeng Pavilion for tea?"
Mao Mao immediately retreated with her arms crossed: "...you are so kind?"
"Then why don't you go? After all, it's rare for you to go to the teahouse in person."
Maomao: ... I was offended.
"Go! If you don't drink free tea, don't drink it!"
The location of Mengge is at the end of Ximian Avenue not far from Fuya. The location can't be called very good, but of course it's not too bad. At least the entrance is big enough to park a lot of carriages.
"Don't look at how deserted this place is now, it used to be full of carriages."
Cheng Jin looked around inside the Limeng Pavilion, and there were only a few guests, the average age of which was above fifty, and only a young boy who was running the hall barely pulled back a little bit of the average age.
"Don't look, let's go, let's go in and take a look first, I didn't say that this place hasn't changed much in decades." Pan Xiaoan revisited his old place, looking at this and that, very happy Remember what it used to be like.After looking around the open lobby, he sat down safely and bragged to Cheng Suansu.
Cheng Jin didn't stop him, and listened to the old man on the stage telling a book in Jinqu dialect, and at the same time listening to Maomao talking about something.
"Sure enough, the world of mortals makes people grow old. I seem to have seen the old man on this stage before. He seems to be the former leader of Limeng Pavilion."
County magistrate Cheng took a sip of coarse tea, but did not continue to force himself to finish it: "You seem like it, and you seem like it, can you tell me?"
"If you want to be sure, just ask someone directly. You are so useless and can't get up early, so you don't come here to find someone to revive the troupe?" Seeing that the person did not deny it, Maomao said with a look of surprise, "No No way, you don't look like you like to listen to operas, in this Tangxi area, investing in opera troupes is tantamount to wasting money."
"You have money, wouldn't it be nice to give me more salary?"
Cheng Jin leaned his head halfway and turned back: "I look at you, you have a pretty good idea. Tangxi is poor now, but it doesn't mean that you will always be poor."
"The greenhouse vegetables that you made?"
Cheng Jin waved his hand casually: "Those are just small heads, you know what is the most important thing for a place to get rich?"
"Money? Food? Or the help from the court?"
Cheng County Magistrate shook his index finger and said, "It's people, and only with people can we plan a better Tangxi."
Mao Mao obviously doesn't know anything about getting rich: "What kind of person?"
"All kinds of people. Now the population of Tangxi is less than half of what it was a hundred years ago, and the census shows that most of them are older. During the bandit rampage, countless local wealthy households moved to Fucheng, and they were unwilling to The young and middle-aged people who are under the control of others choose to leave their hometowns and go to Fucheng or other counties to develop." Cheng County magistrate has a good plan, "But ordinary people pay attention to relocating to the soil and returning to their roots. Even if they are not asked to move back again, they must be given a nostalgia Relying on the opportunity to pay homage to your hometown, don't you think so?"
Pan Maomao shook her head resolutely: "...they have all moved away, why are you coming back?"
"You are not human, what do you know?" Cheng Jin complained angrily, and said, "Tangxi was originally on the commercial road. Although the official road has been seldom maintained in recent years, before the spring, I will recruit the people to take the road. Fix it again."
"So, you want to reopen the trade route? This sounds a bit difficult."
Of course Cheng Jin considered this, but as Mao Mao said, it was actually quite difficult: "Of course, if it wasn't difficult, it wouldn't be me who came to Tangxi."
"...Don't think that you are cryptic, I don't know that you are flattering yourself."
"It's not cryptic at all, I'm just boasting." After successfully choking the cat, magistrate Cheng said again, "Do you know the influence of literati, especially literati and Confucianism, on the direction of the wind?"
His senior brother gave him such a big list for him to visit. Of course, it was impossible just to enslave him and maintain contacts. Tangxi is surrounded by mountains and is a good place for outings.Jiangnan literati have never been a group of people who work behind closed doors. Even famous scholars who have been famous for a long time will invite friends to travel in late spring.
He went to visit in advance, and he brought Tangxi special products, plus the face of his teacher and senior brother, such a long list, there will always be a few who will come.
"The so-called celebrity effect, why is the temple on Jiufeng Mountain in the back famous? It's not because of the literati's poems on the wall."
Maomao: "...So, what does this have to do with Xiyuanzi?"
"Find someone who is familiar with the industry to sing opera, and sing two Nanqu with Tangxi characteristics."
Pan Xiaoan looked up at the old man who was about to call someone sleepy, and his words were full of distrust: "Then you might as well invite him from Fucheng, and what is Tangxi's special feature?"
"The ones invited will go back after all. Besides, you are tired of listening to the operas in Fucheng. If there is nothing new, it is better not to sing. Our yamen has handled a few ghost cases. If you polish it and change it, it will be a few good plays."
Pan Xiaoan: ... Can this work?
And it's only a month before the beginning of spring, can Cheng Suansu do it? !
However, Cheng Jin had already approached the old class leader Dao Ming about his intentions during the storytelling break. The old class leader's surname was Lou, and he didn't say no, didn't say yes, only said to consider it.
"He's already like this, what else is he thinking about?"
Cheng Jin came out of Limeng Pavilion, looked back at the old signboard painted with silver hooks and iron, and quickly looked away: "Of course I'm afraid of smashing this signboard."
"Hey, walk slowly, that's not the way back to the government office, where are you going, the sun is going down soon..."
Cheng Jin had already stopped, and Mao Mao looked up: "This building seems to be a medical clinic opened by the Qian family in the past. Is no one taking over it now?"
"Yes, I have."
"Who?"
Cheng Jin took out a land deed from his arms and handed it over. Pan Maomao opened it and was so surprised that he almost dropped the land deed in his hand: "Little Acong? Is it so profitable to be a book boy for you?"
The county magistrate Cheng gave him a look to let the demon experience it for himself.
Mao Mao immediately woke up from the fever of being dazzled by the land deed: "Why are you buying a house for A Cong? You don't really want to open a restaurant for him, do you?"
"Of course, there can be fakes. Ah Cong is sixteen this year, and he has reached the age where he can discuss marriage. He followed me all the way from the capital to Tangxi. It is impossible for him to be a small cook for the rest of his life, right?" Cheng Although the county magistrate valued his appetite, he never wanted to keep Ah Cong private for the rest of his life, and of course he didn't intend to be single by himself, but wanted Ah Cong to be single with him.
Besides, Ah Cong opened a shop, so he can go to eat every day, and it's not like he can't eat.
"You still have a conscience." A Cong is his friend, and his friends have become better, Mao Mao is of course happy, "But if A Cong comes out to open a shop, you are a county magistrate, wouldn't you lose a servant in your family? Here, collect the title deed."
Cheng Jin didn't answer, "You help me and give it to Ah Cong. Your salary will not be deducted today."
Maomao...happyly accepted the errand.
Maomao originally thought it would be easy. After all, when he was helping Ah Cong in the backyard, he had also heard that little Ah Cong wanted to open his own restaurant. Who knew... Ah Cong didn't accept it at all!
"Why not?" It's rare for Cheng Suan to be so generous, shouldn't he readily accept it?
But A Cong stared and shook his head like a rattle: "No, the young master has treated me well enough, I can't take this title deed, please help me return it to the young master."
"But...but..." The concubine couldn't do it, "Why don't you take it first, and then return it to your young master after you earn enough money, wouldn't it be fine?"
But A Cong was stubborn: "No, I came to Tangxi to take care of the young master. I made a promise with Master Zhou before I left. I have only been here for a few months, and I will start my own family. Now there is a lack of Me, young master, what should I do if I don’t have enough to eat or sleep in the future?”
Maomao: ...Don't tell me, the yamen can do without anyone, but Xiao Acong is indispensable.