I can see that the boss of this theater troupe is not simple, at least he has sang ghost operas before, and watching him talk and laugh, he doesn't take this seriously. Seeing the third uncle about to go out with him, I took a look at Fatty Sun and said, "I'll go too, Sunting, you?" Fatty Sun gave a haha ​​and said, "You are all gone, I am so embarrassed to continue drinking? Let's go together. ."

Grandpa was too old to follow, but Xiao Laodao followed the troupe leader. The two of them talked and laughed along the way, and the three of us followed them. When we arrived at the temporary residence of the troupe owner, the troupe owner went in to get something and asked the four of us to wait.

"Lao Xiao, sing a night of ghost dramas. As long as he doubles the pay, he is not greedy." I took out a cigarette and handed out a cigarette, smoking and talking.

Elder Xiao said that he was old-fashioned, but he was not taboo. The two smoked cigarettes into a cigarette butt, and said, "Not greedy? Fart! He said that the pay for the show has doubled in the past ten days, and the rest The money belongs to him. Xiaolazi, don't underestimate this group of people, the water inside is deep." As he said, he flicked the cigarette **** on the troupe boss's door.

I'm not interested in how deep the water is for singing. But who is paying the money, I want to find out. "Uncle San, I can't get out of Qian County." Uncle San also finished his last puff, threw the cigarette **** on the ground, stamped it out with his foot, and said, "Your grandfather and the village chief have agreed. Half of the public expense."

As soon as he finished speaking, the troupe boss walked out of the room with a few large and small bags in his hand. I took a few of them. There were burning paper, incense and vegetable candles, and a bag, which the troupe boss held personally. What is it?

After getting all the necessary items, a few of us walked all the way to the river. I got on the theater first, and burned incense and paper around the theater. The troupe boss was muttering words while burning. His voice was too small. I couldn't hear what he said. When I wanted to get closer to listen, Xiao Laodao pulled aside, "Don't go there, he is offering sacrifices to ghosts and gods. It’s not good for you to hear."

I took a look at the opera troupe who was still nagging like chanting, and turned back to Xiao Lao Dao and said, "He is a troupe owner, how can he even understand this?" Xiao Lao Dao said, "You are too small to watch opera. They traveled north and south, what plays have not been sung? In the past, there were customs in some places where people died at home, so they had to invite the troupe to sing Yin Operas at home. Compared with ghost operas, it was called differently."

It didn't take long before the troupe owner's incense and paper were all burned, and he opened the bag that he was still holding tightly just now. We all leaned forward, I can see clearly. The troupe owner seemed to be holding dried corn leaves in his hand. In front of us, he wrote words on each corn leaf. I counted and he wrote a total of nine. There are Hua Mei case, Shi Lang's visit to his mother, Suo Wulong and so on.

It's a play card. After the cast member finished writing, he respectfully held it in his hand, walked to the side of the boat, and shouted: "Today there are 23 actors from the Dacheng opera troupe here, and tomorrow night, I will present a great play for the dignities of the Yin World. One. The Dacheng troupe has nine finale dramas. Please give a prize from the masters of the Yin world."

After the class leader finished speaking, he put the corn leaves one by one on the water. Turn around and say to a few of us: "You guys come over and help, take a flashlight to see which leaf sinks, and just remember the name on it."

At the beginning, a few leaves did not change in the water, but after about ten seconds, one of the leaves suddenly sank to the bottom of the river without warning. I can see clearly that it is "Shiro's Visiting His Mother". Then, the second and third leaves also sank to the bottom of the river. Fatty Sun said next to him: "Naotian Palace, "Wu Pen Ji"."

The class host didn’t care about the remaining corn leaves on the water, and said: “Okay, the play is over, my work will come first. Master (Xiao Lao Dao), please remember tomorrow, as long as the sky is dark, the upper and lower sides of the river are round. No one is allowed to come in and out at will in Wulidi, and the play is small, don't tire us anymore."

"No." Xiao Lao Dao shook his head so that I was dizzy. "Tomorrow you can rest assured that the militia will seal the surrounding area for five miles. No one will come to disrupt the situation."

"That's fine." The class leader paused, and then continued: "There is another thing, the rules for singing night operas, as long as it is singing night operas, the host must send someone to guard in the opera troupe. Don't worry, it's okay. Rules. With the master's family in charge, we who sing can feel at ease."

Xiao Laodao glanced at my third uncle and me and said, "You both have the surname Shen, who will come?"

The third uncle did not hesitate, and immediately said: "I'll come."

"Uncle San, forget it." I said, "I'll do it, right, Sun Ting?"

After a busy night, when I returned to my grandfather's house, the sky was getting brighter. Several of us went back to our rooms to rest. The third uncle went to grandpa's house and gave the room to me and the grandson.

I was lying on the kang, and when I was brewing sleepiness, I listened to the fat grandson next to me saying: "Spicy, things in your hometown are also evil, and singing a big show can attract ghosts. By the way, if you have nothing to do, you like to have fun. Archives, have you seen anything similar?"

Fatty Sun's words reminded me that there are too many files in the archives, and I have not been exposed to one percent. Haven't seen incidents such as ghost dramas. But according to the rules, this matter should also be reported to the bureau.

I planned to discuss with Fatty Sun, and said, "Great Sage, do you have to report the ghost drama to the bureau?" Fatty Sun did not answer. I thought he was asleep when I looked back at him. This guy is staring at me.

"Scared me and kept silent, thinking you were asleep."

"Lazi, are you the chief executive enough?" Fatty Sun said slowly, "I said, you just gave your grandfather's face for a day, so forget it? The goods from the second room are here, Even if your diorama is dismantled. Who has ever seen a department chief and a division chief wandering around a group of clerk? I didn’t say, can you really expect the group of people in the second room to hide it for you?"

I understand what he meant, but I still asked, wanting to confirm his answer, "What do you mean?"

Fatty Sun sat up from the kang and said: "Spicy, we didn't just enter the polls, and we ran away when there was trouble. The 15-story building in Qilin City can be broken into, making a fuss. No matter how fierce the evil spirits are, can they be more fierce than the evil spirits of a 15-story building?

Fatty Sun swallowed and continued: "Spicy, let's bring the guy here. Eight achievements are meant by the gods. Even if there are evil spirits, as long as they dare to show their heads, dealing with them is a matter of hooking two thumbs."

I was moved by Fatty Sun, and after chatting for a while, I fell asleep unconsciously. When I woke up, it was already more than twelve o'clock at noon. After a simple meal, Sanshu brought in the county public security bureau chief.

The director of the Public Security Bureau was surnamed Zhao. He arrived early in the morning with his troops, and the technicians brought the hapless ghost who drowned last night back to the county for an autopsy. After learning that the two leaders had been looking for clues to solve the case last night until the latter half of the night, Director Zhao had been waiting outside the house before he got up. Grandpa tried to wake us up several times, but Director Zhao stopped him.

Dealing with such people is completely Sun Fatty's strong point. He hummed a few times and dealt with the chief casually. Grandpa winked vigorously behind him, and I knew it, and said, "Director Zhao, Director Sun and I mean that in order to avoid unnecessary rumors, this Chuanhe drama will stop for one day today."

Director Zhao hadn't waited for his remarks, but County Mayor Gan Dayegan outside the house had pushed in. He heard that the boat show would be suspended for one day, and immediately expressed strong opposition. Facing the county magistrate in my hometown, I, the false chief, still has no confidence. But Fatty Sun didn’t care about that. He rolled his eyes and said, “Three people are dead now. If you make up five, it’s a mass incident. At that time, for the sake of economic benefits, the scapegoat that ignores the lives of the people will be Director Zhao, do you memorize it, or do you, County Magistrate Gan, do it?"

The hat was really buttoned up too much. Zhao and Gan glanced at each other, and were afraid to take the words of Fatty Sun. The scene was a bit embarrassing for a while.

In the end, Director Zhao couldn't hold it anymore. He looked at Fatty Sun and wanted to say something. Unexpectedly, Fatty Sun gave him a cold look. Director Zhao's opened mouth closed again, and his Adam's apple went up and down several times, swallowing back together with what he was about to say.

"Forget it, let's stop for a day." In desperation, County Mayor Gan could only compromise.

After sending them away, the third uncle called me to Grandpa's bedroom alone. He took out a small wooden box from the kang cabinet and handed it to me, saying: "You saw this thing when you were a kid, and you are brave at night. Remember, don't be brave, you have heavenly eyes, and you will run away if you think something is wrong. It's important, not ashamed."

When I opened the wooden box, it contained the dagger that my third uncle took out when he drove away the water ghost that entangled me. After many years, the third uncle gave the short sword a scabbard. Before, I wanted to see him and refused to give it up, but now he gave me the dagger directly.

I pinned the dagger behind my waist, raised my head and said to my third uncle: "Father, it's okay, so don't worry about it. Isn't it just to sing along with me. Besides, how can I say that your son also wears a bodyguard? It has an official atmosphere to protect the body, and it will not invade a hundred evils." I heard the third uncle talk about the origin of this sword before, and I don't think it is a day or two. Now it seems that Wu Rendi left 90% of it. It seems that I found a treasure today.

"I've made it clear to you, I am your third uncle, so don't yell at your son or father in the future." The third uncle sighed, maybe because I was afraid that I saw his eyes were red, the third uncle turned and walked out of the house. .

I followed the third uncle, and as soon as I got out of my grandfather's bedroom, I saw Xiao Laodao bringing all the theater troupe over. Someone is already setting the table here. The temporary stove in the yard was also on fire, and frying was already busy.

I walked up to my grandfather and said, "Isn't it said that I will come back to the banquet after singing in the middle of the night? Why do you serve it now?" Grandpa said, "Listen to your grandfather Xiao, you can't delay after singing the ghost show, come back and remove your makeup. It's the rule to go to bed soon." After speaking, he went to the stove and started to get busy again.

I looked for Fatty Sun in a circle, and finally found him in the pile of actors already seated. He was showing a palmistry to a Huadan, "Little sister, look at your palmistry, but it's not impossible to resolve it. Find one..." Before Fatty Sun finished, I dragged him up and said, "She No one can find you, you're your wife!"

Fatty Sun curled his lips and said, "It's a rare opportunity, what a pity."

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