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I can feel that my face at the time is no longer human. Fortunately, there is Fatty Sun. It seemed that the wisest decision was to take him back to his hometown.

Fatty Sun's acting talent has been brought to the extreme. He slapped his hands and leaned back in joy, making my grandpa and the others laugh. "Corruption? Haha, I'm so ridiculous, old man, you really know how to laugh." Fatty Sun pretended to suppress the urge to laugh, and said to my grandfather with his mouth pursed: "Master, let me tell you the truth. It looks scary, but in fact there is not much money. This is an unowned stolen item in a batch of smuggled goods that we have picked up a few months ago. We have internal rules. For a period of time, if no one claims anything like this , We will hold a small auction internally to deal with these items internally."

After that, Fatty Sun pointed to the golden birthday peach on the table and said: "This birthday peach looks quite big, but it's hollow inside, and it doesn't weigh too much. Besides, he knew that Chief Shen was going to buy it as a birthday gift, and no one followed him. If he argues, the price is naturally cheaper, and such a golden birthday peach costs 10,000 yuan."

"Oh." The people in the room were moving again, and the chattering became a group. It is nothing more than being a high official, and you can buy such cheap goods. One of the distant cousins ​​also pulled me aside and said, "My nephew, what do you see, if there is such a cheap thing, can you also take a picture of two for my cousin? Don’t worry, Cousin Qian’s loss No matter what you are, you can tell me the number and let your big brother send it to you."

When he said that, all the people in the room surnamed Shen surrounded me, all to help take a few pieces of gold. Suddenly, it forced me into a rush, and it was impossible to explain such a thing again and again, and I only caught up with it because of good fate.

"Shut up all!" My grandfather yelled, and the room was suddenly silent. "Are you here to worship birthdays or to take advantage of it? Stay here if you love to take advantage of it!" If you want to take advantage of it, you can get rid of it!" Grandpa, the patriarch, is not for nothing. No one dares to scream and scold these words. Still mouthing, they all looked at the ground with embarrassment.

When Grandpa wanted to swear a few more and pleased, someone in the yard shouted: "Old Master Shen, County Mayor Gan’s car has arrived at the end of the village. The head of the village has asked us to meet him!" Our county head’s name is Gan and our name is Gan. Gan Daye. I used to be the Minister of the People's Armed Forces Department of the county. When I joined the army, he did the formalities for me. After a few years, Minister Gan became the head of County Gan.

When grandpa heard this, he summoned all the young and old inside and outside the house and went to the village to welcome the county magistrate. I also wanted to go out with the crowd to get some air, but was stopped by Fatty Sun and said, "Don't mess up. I am the head of the department, two levels older than him. The rule is that you stay with me here and wait for him to see me. "

In this way, when Fatty Sun and I were sitting on the kang head, drinking tea, and chatting happily with melon seeds, a noisy sound came from the yard. When the curtain at the door was raised, Grandpa and Sanshu welcomed in the 50-year-old County Mayor Gan with a bald head.

County Mayor Gan didn't expect that there were two people sitting on the kang. When he saw me and Fatty Sun, he was taken aback. After many years, he seemed to have no impression of me. But after seeing the police ranks on the shoulders of Fatty Sun and me, the expression of County Chief Gan looked even more surprised.

Before he could speak, Fatty Sun said, "It's County Magistrate Gan, come and take a seat, don't be restrained."

It was also the clever secretary of County Mayor Gan. He inquired in the yard in advance about who else was coming to pay birthdays, and then he leaned in the ear of his own leader and whispered a few words. County Mayor Gan chuckled, and walked a few steps to the edge of the kang and said, "It's Director Sun and Director Shen. I don't know if the two leaders are coming. The county has no preparation. I really waited for the two leaders." He stretched his hand over.

I learned the appearance of Fatty Sun, and shook hands with County Mayor Gan reservedly, and said, "You don’t have to be polite, Mayor Gan. Sun and Director Sun accompany me back to my hometown, which is to bow my head to the old birthday star. What an official business. If you say that, you are out of sight."

Fatty Sun also said something politely. While chatting one after another, County Mayor Gan’s secretary came over and said with a smile: “Three leaders, the boat show is about to kick off, and the old birthday star is almost here. Should we go to the river? "

In my memory of the Chuanhe drama, I heard my grandfather talk about it several times when I was young. That was more than two hundred years ago, and it should be the most prosperous period of the Qing Dynasty. At that time, our place was regarded as the land of Longxing outside the Manchu Eight Banners. And our entire Qinghe County is the palace of the eighth son of Emperor Qianlong, the eighth son of Yishen, Yongxuan.

The prince’s imperial land is that all the products produced in Qinghe County do not need to pay taxes to the court, but only need to pay tribute to the master, and everyone in Qinghe County has since been regarded as the servants of Prince Yishen (our surname is not counted, we are The entire tribe moved from Shandong during the late Qing Dynasty.

Although he became a slave, he was also a slave of the prince at any rate. What's more, even if he was a great court official, he would call himself a slave when he met the emperor and the royal elder brother. There is no shame in the whole court atmosphere.

Having said that, compared to his brothers, this prince Yishen is quite benevolent: paying tribute only needs 30% of the usual harvest, and every festival, when he goes to the palace to send filial piety, the reward given by the prince may be more than the gift. There are many filial piety.

At that time, it coincided that the four major Hui classes entered Beijing and created a national quintessence-Peking Opera. And this prince Yishen was a crazy Peking opera enthusiast at the time. There were a few opera troupes in the palace, and as long as there was a famous actor to sing, the prince would be able to get there, and he would hook his face and sing in the sea. The sentence is enjoyable. For this reason, Emperor Qianlong pointed to his nose how many times he cursed. Every time Prince Yishen was honest for a few days, he would still be like this.

Later, the Emperor Qianlong came to see and did not see, and sent Prince Yishen to his imperial house one year ago, telling the public to make Yongxuan study purely.

A few days after Prince Yishen arrived in Huangzhuang, just in time for an old man in the Zhuangzi to celebrate his centenary birthday, when the prince went to join in the fun, he suddenly had an idea and made the king's decree. In order to imitate the feat of the emperor's banquet, he wanted to perform a hundred-day drama for the centenarian in the imperial house, singing according to the age of the old man, and singing for one hundred days in a row.

Once the prince has spoken, there will be no less people who join in the fun. Officials in charge of the government offices around the imperial village also offered their plans. Finally, a Niu Lu in Huangzhuang (an official position, not a cattle-raising) came up with an idea. At that time, the solar terms were already in decline, and the weather was getting hotter. If you even sang a big drama for a hundred days, don't talk about the drama, and those who listen to the drama can't stand it. It's better to change the location of the stage and build a theater boat on the Daqing River next to the imperial village. When the sun goes down every day, the lights will sing the boat.

When the prince heard it, he was emotional, and a lot of money was thrown out, while he ordered the craftsmen to rush to work overnight to build a theater, while sending people to Beijing and Tianjin to invite famous Peking opera actors. A month later, when the celebrities arrived, the theater was built.

On the day of the show, it was a sensation within a hundred miles of it, and tens of thousands of people came. Fortunately, the stage was on the river, so no matter how many people came, it was more than enough. The people who watched the play came and went, and the famous actors appeared on the stage. After singing for a hundred days, the prince would have a hundred days of drama addiction. Soon after, the prince returned to Beijing.

When the prince was leaving, he made another imperial decree. If there are old people in the imperial house who live a hundred years old, use the hundred-day drama as a model, and sing the ship opera for another hundred days to show the Emperor Qianlong’s holy virtue and love for the people. heart. It's a pity that although the king's decree is down, the hundred-day drama of that year has become a dead end. Since that 100-day drama, no one in the imperial village has lived to be a hundred years old (ninety-nine-year-old close to one hundred people, that is, no one has passed the 100-year-old threshold).

When my third grandfather celebrated his 100th birthday, someone once mentioned a 100-day drama, but in the end, because the money didn't make up his hands, he only invited the county's two-person troupe to sing for one night.

Today, Grandpa San Tai had his 110th birthday. He didn’t have that idea, but he happened to catch up with the county there was a tourism project to develop the Daqing River. Our County Mayor Gan Dayegan decided to do it for my Grandpa San Tai. A hundred-day drama, but if you really sing for a hundred days, the county's finances can't be consumed, so I took a trick and changed the one-year-old singing one day to a hundred-year-old and then one-year-old singing one day. , In fact, just sing for ten days. It's a pity that no one thought that this Chuanhe drama was a tragedy from beginning to end.