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Volume 1 Sleepy Shallows 036¡¾Cerebral Hemorrhage¡¿

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    As early as the Song and Yuan Dynasties, Jiangxi was Xiwozi.

    Zhou Deqing, a native of Jiangxi, formulated "Central Plains Rhyme" independently, ending the chaos in the creation of Yuan songs, and is known as the "ancestor of music rhymes".

    Wei Liangfu, a native of Jiangxi, absorbed the tunes of local operas in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, improved the singing method of Kunshan tune, and created a new style of singing, known as "the originator of Kunqu opera".

    Tang Xianzu, a Jiangxi native, is a master of opera for a generation, so there is no need to go into details.

    Fei Songnian has two major hobbies in his life: one is food and the other is opera.

    Nearly eighty years old, his body is as fat as a ball, and he has nothing else to enjoy. He just listens to operas every day when he is full.

    "Several curved screens and mountain exhibitions, with broken eyebrows and deep blacks. Why can't I keep turning softly in the quilt"

    Fei Songnian was lying on a chair for half a year, tapping his fat belly with his fingers, and singing along with the dan roles on the stage.

    Singing and singing, a little dry mouth, lightly raised a finger, and the house slave immediately stuffed the teapot over.

    Moisten his throat, Fei Songnian continued to shake his head.

    "My lord, my lord, it's not good!" A house slave ran to him in panic.

    Fei Songnian frowned and said, "Is the ancestral house on fire? Why do you dare to disturb the master to listen to the opera? Stand obediently, it's a big deal, wait until I finish listening to the trick!"

    The house slave waited anxiously, but he couldn't hold back anyway. He unfolded the big-character poster and held it up in front of Fei Songnian: "Master, let's take a look first."

    Fei Songnian glanced curiously, his eyes widened suddenly, he struggled to sit up, grabbed it in his hand and carefully

    As I was reading, I suddenly felt my blood surge, and I almost fainted.

    He had a son in his sixties, so he was already skeptical.  However, as his son got older, he became more and more like himself when he was a child, so he was completely at ease.

    And proud of it, boasting that the sword is not old!

    But this big-character poster said that his wife, Mrs. Zhang, seduced her nephew and grandson.  If it is really a nephew's seed, it seems normal to look like him, after all, Fei's descendants come from the same lineage.

    Fei Songnian trembled all over, and asked, "Where did this thing come from!"

    The house slave replied: "Stick it on the pillar of the three-person pavilion."

    Three-person Pavilion!

    Three-person Pavilion!

    That's the archway specially built in the busiest area by Fei's to show his prestige, announcing that the family has left the chief assistant!

    In the entire Qianshan County, there are the most people.

    The article about my wife seducing my nephew and grandson was actually posted in the Three People's Pavilion. Didn't it have been seen by merchants from several provinces in the south of the Yangtze River?

    "Boom!"

    Fei Songnian fell down suddenly, rolled from the chair to the ground, his ears and nose were bleeding, and his pupils gradually became dilated.

    "Master!"

    "Master, what's the matter with you?"

    "Hurry up and call the doctor, the master has passed out!"

    It is not easy for a fat man who is nearly eighty years old to live to this age. At this moment, his high blood pressure directly caused a cerebral hemorrhage.

    Before the doctor was called, Fei Songnian had died.

    Whether it was Zhao Han or Pang Chunlai, they never thought that they would kill people on the spot.

    "Master, master, how can I live if you are dead!"

    Mrs. Zhang rushed over after hearing the news, and lay there crying, with Fei Yuanjian, the bully of the private school, standing behind him.

    On the contrary, Fei Yuanjian didn't feel much grief. He and his father were very different in age, and he was brought up by a wet nurse since he was a child.  Moreover, the father spends all day in the theater troupe, and the father and son have little time to eat together.

    Fei Yuanjian scanned the crowd subconsciously, and found that the house slaves around him were all looking at him with strange eyes.

    Yes, I should cry, otherwise I would be disobedient.

    "Dad, dad" Fei Yuanjian rushed over and cried loudly, but unfortunately his acting skills were so poor that not only could he not squeeze tears at all, but even his expression of grief was very stiff.

    Suddenly, Mrs. Zhang stood up and pointed to the stage: "It's all these lowly sons who sing operas, sing operas, and only know how to sing operas all day long. They have seduced the old man's soul, and now they have even seduced his life. Someone is here, take them from here."  I will search for all the money cheated from the master, and then send them out!"

    Fei Songnian had a total of eight concubines in his life, and seven of them were actors. The Zhang family had endured it for decades.

    Fei Songnian is usually very kind to the actors, and the whole troupe regards him as a relative and elder. At this moment, many actors are crying around.

    They were crying sincerely, both for Fei Songnian's unexpected death, and for themselves not being able to find such a good host in the future.

    However, Mrs. Zhang's words made all the mummers dumbfounded. How could there be a way to search for rewards in the past?

    The house slaves are dispatched immediately.Chen.  "

    Fei Yuanlu handed over the big-character poster: "Let's take a look at the United States and China."

    Fei Yinghuan was drowsy at first, but after reading two paragraphs, he was immediately refreshed, and he couldn't help but praise: "Good literary talent! It seems to be simple and straightforward, but it's a novelist's samadhi. Just a few words can make people think."

    Is this a matter of literary talent?

    Fei Yuanlu could hear black lines on his forehead.

    Fei Yuanlu wanted to kick such a nonchalant junior.  He suppressed his anger and told Wei Jianxiong, "Go out first and close the door."

    Wei Jianxiong led the door out, and there were only two people left in the room.

    Fei Yuanlu said: "This ridiculous rumor has probably spread throughout Hekou Town."

    Even with Fei Yinghuan's character, she couldn't help being dumbfounded, and exclaimed: "Fei's name, I'm afraid it will resound throughout the south of the Yangtze River!"

    "What resounds in the south of the Yangtze River? After all, you are the only one in the Yingzi generation. Can you be more serious with your words!" Fei Yuanlu felt very tired.

    Sitting by the bed, Fei Yinghuan slowly put on his shoes, and said with a smile: "My nephew can stop the spread of rumors by being more serious? Fei, Fei, is there still a lot of scandals? I think it's okay if there's a commotion, I can take this opportunity  Clean it up."

    Fei Yuanlu showed a look of approval: "Although Meizhong has a frivolous personality, she is worthy of being the flying horse of my Fei family, and what she thinks is exactly what I want."

    "Uncle, please speak clearly." Fei Yinghuan was still putting on his shoes slowly.

    Fei Yuanlu said: "If you want to rectify Fei's family style, you should start by rectifying Hanzhu Academy. If you want to rectify Hanzhu Academy, you should take back the school fields and property that have been invaded by various branches. Looking at the rich and powerful families in the world, how can they occupy  My own school? It¡¯s shameless! Would you like to help me?¡±

    Fei Yinghuan smiled and said, "My nephew is used to being laid back, so I'm afraid I won't be able to help you much."

    "Meizhongke can be the deputy head of Hanzhu Academy." Fei Yuanlu immediately offered the price.

    Fei Yinghuan wept bitterly: "Uncle, my nephew really doesn't want to worry about it. There are too many messes in the clan. Once it gets involved, don't even try to be clean in the future."

    Fei Yuanlu said: "My old uncle (Fei Songnian) has lost all Fei's face this time, so he has to give an explanation to the family. He has a good shop in Hekou. I wonder if he likes it?"

    "Don't talk too much, uncle, is my nephew like that?"

    Fei Yinghuan looked angry, and then he was obliged to say: "Since uncle wants to rectify the family style, nephew must help him! ?
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