Chapter 738: Desheng

Lu Yuanqing's series of movements were smooth and flowing, which couldn't be more natural, and he didn't look ashamed at all.

Mother Lu was also used to it, only Zhang Ruyi was dumbfounded, as if she had suffered a huge shock.

The ones that fell on the ground can be picked up again, which shows how poor the Lu family was before. Although Zhang Ruyi accepted all these, she just couldn't get used to it.

If you drop it, you don’t want it. Who needs that morsel? In the past, Lan Yi was her maid, and she would not pick up things that were dropped on the ground.

The Zhang family is a noble family in the capital. If he took Lu Yuanqing back to the mansion for dinner, his actions would definitely embarrass him. He would lose face and face.

"The meat fell on the ground, why can't you pick it up?"

Lu Yuanqing felt that as long as the dust on it was blown off, or washed with water, it could be eaten. It would be a waste to throw it away.

It's not easy for his mother to pull him. He spends most of his money on studying. He always remembers how difficult it was for his mother back then. Even if the family has money, it belongs to Zhang Ruyi and has nothing to do with him.

He worked hard to gain fame and fame in the exams, to honor his family, and to let his mother and daughter-in-law live a good life. He always relied on women, and he couldn't get rid of the reputation of a little boy in his life. Is soft rice so delicious?

Zhang Ruyi didn't say much, thinking that it's not worth arguing over trivial matters, so why make her husband and mother-in-law feel uncomfortable?

Since marrying Lu Yuanqing, she has become a lot less lady-like, and she has become more open-minded. Although, she may lose some nobility and become a little petty.

"It's a good life, why care about other people's opinions."

Diligence and thrift are a very honorable thing. No matter what life will be like in the future, if you can keep your heart, you will not make big mistakes.

Lu Yuanqing is suitable to be an official, and although he has a straight temper, he can be a good official with a clean sleeve.

The topic moved away again, Zhang Ruyi took a look at the sky, stood up quickly, and the three of them came to the backyard together.

The troupe leader is rushing to rehearse. His position is similar to that of a modern director. He is on the sidelines and patiently explains where the singing is not in place and what should be done.

When he saw the visitor, the head teacher saluted him very respectfully.

There are many theater troupes in the south, but they are not distinctive, and they are just average. It was he who decided to go north to ask for a living, and with twenty people with him, he broke the boat, and if he failed, he would be benevolent.

Unexpectedly, when he came to the border town, he would catch up with the epidemic. The team leader regretted his past, watching the money bag in his pocket getting smaller and smaller, he was frowning.

If you want a chance, the chance will come to you. A Mulan joins the army, which makes the troupe live from top to bottom.

Not just for future rehearsals, but after seeing the script again, this refreshing feeling makes the troupe full of vitality.

The reason why they came from the south was that all the troupe members like him had a rather miserable life experience. They either had no parents, or they were driven out of their homes by their brothers.

So when they heard about the Northland, everyone followed without any objection.

"Leader, you don't need to be too polite. You have worked hard recently."

Li Haitang nodded to the head of the troupe, the troupe are willing to endure hardships, especially the Danjiao, a young lady in her twenties, with a heroic appearance, which definitely fits the image of Hua Mulan.

And her husband is strong and honest, he can put on airs, and he is also capable of acting as a soldier of Daqi.

The young couple are the pillars of the theater troupe, and it is because of the partiality of the family that they have to come out to make a living.

"Master, do you have a name for your theater troupe?"

Li Haitang thought of a question, and then asked the class leader, "If you want to sing in front of hundreds of thousands of soldiers, you must leave a name."

"This…"

The troupe master stroked his beard. They were the lowest scattered troupe in the south. They occasionally went to the village to sing operas, and they didn't have a name.

In the past, when picking up jobs, they would put up a sign in the labor market, waiting for someone to have a happy event, come up to ask the price, sing it out, and have to go through a lot of bargaining.

Famous opera troupes all sing in rich families or teahouses. There is no need to be so miserable, like they run around, exposed to wind and rain, earning hard money.

"Kyoto's Desheng class is well-known in Daqi, we are called Desheng, and the flag is set to win!"

Li Haitang named her because she felt that she was of a good level.

"Borrowing my wife's good words, Desheng Class, that's great!"

The class leader clapped his hands in unison, but he thought in his heart that if one day, he could have half of De's class, he would be able to close his eyes even if he died.

It's just that they didn't expect that there would be such a day, and the person in front of them was the nobleman of their Desheng class.

"There is a scene that must be made funny. Hua Mulan is a woman who joins the army instead of her father and hangs out with the soldiers. She has no reputation at all. She undresses and takes a bath in summer, so she can only sneak around by herself..."

Li Haitang gathered everyone together to give a play. What he showed to the soldiers, he didn't have to be too serious.

There were a large number of people back then, so the Desheng troupe had to sing more than a dozen rounds so that all the soldiers could hear it.

After dozens of games in this day, it must be unbearable, so she prepared some throat-moisturizing tea in advance, Pang Dahai and so on.

After the play is over, the Desheng class can enjoy a sumptuous dinner, plus some money.

But there is one thing, they cannot accept tipping from soldiers, this is the rule.

"Ma'am, don't worry, they are all heroes who defend the territory of Daqi, their family and the country. If we want their money, it really can't be justified."

If it was possible, the class leader would not want money, but he couldn't say that when he thought that the twenty-odd people would have to eat.

"Haitang, here comes the prop deliverer."

Lan Yi heard someone knocking on the door of the shop, and went out to open it.

For food rations, the Desheng class pawned all the costumes, and those costumes were unusable. Li Haitang uniformly measured the size of each person and made new costumes.

This year is the last day. If there is something that doesn't fit, please propose it early and change it early, before there is still time.

The members of the troupe happily changed their costumes, and then immediately got into the mood. Even Li Haitang, who was not very interested in watching the show, couldn't help but put in a little bit of it, and then couldn't help laughing as the plot came into play.

Especially in the passage, when Hua Mulan was young, the hero thought she was seriously injured, and found a white gauze wrapped around her chest in her camp, but he didn't understand what it meant.

Li Haitang spent a lot of effort on this production of Hua Mulan. If she were to sing in the capital, it would definitely be popular.

She had to take advantage of this moment to fool people over. The troupe leader felt that Li Haitang was kind to them, no matter where they sang operas, and signed a ten-year work contract without hesitation, and then they scheduled to meet in Kyoto.