Chapter 1095 Changping County Lord 43
The entire Linyi County and even the surrounding villages are practicing archery.
Anyway, there was nothing wrong. Xining was leaning on the waterside pavilion, waving his fan and watching the people in the mansion practicing archery. Sometimes they would also call on singers and dancers to sing and dance to relieve their boredom.
"The rabbit's eyes are solemn, and the penis of the body is tiny. The warrior is brave, and the prince is in the city.
Su Su the rabbit's skin and apply it to Zhongkui. Jiujiu warriors, princes and feudal lords.
The rabbit's skin is solemn and placed in the middle forest. A brave warrior, a prince and a prince..." The singer plucked the strings and sang while playing.
It's quite nice. I didn't expect that "The Book of Songs" could also be sung.
After singing the song, Xining shook his head: "This is "Rabbit Harvest", which praises the bravery of the warriors and attracts all princes and princes to seek it out. It seems too rosy to use the piano and harp to match it."
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To prove this, Xining looked at a dead man not far away who was teaching archery: "Call him here."
Jing'er, who was kneeling next to him, stood up and went to call the dead soldier.
"County Lord!" The dead man saluted with clasped fists, his face still covered with black cloth.
The weather is still hot now. In those days of midsummer, I would wear black clothes, black pants, and black cloth and cover my face every day. It was so hot!
Xining asked: "Why are you the only one teaching?"
The dead man replied: "It's my shift today."
"That's fine. It would be a waste to teach them all, and it would distract you from your true duties." Xining nodded and asked again: "Did you hear them singing "Rabbit Rider" just now?"
The dead man was stunned, why were the questions getting weirder than the last? But if the county leader asks, just answer: "I heard it."
"Can you recite this word?" Xining asked again, looking at him curiously.
The dead man replied: "I only know how to dance with guns and sticks, but I don't know how to sing or write music." It should be correct to say that I can't.
Xining turned his head and thought for a while, then pointed his hand: "Teach him how to memorize it. Just teach him four sentences first. It won't waste much time. If it doesn't work, just two sentences!"
Seeing the singer stunned, Xining glared: "Teach me!"
The singer then asked: "Are you literate?"
The dead soldier really didn't know what the county chief was doing, but he answered truthfully: "I know a few." As a dead soldier, of course, you need to know some braille, and you need to be literate for surveillance and messaging.
"That's easy!" The singer immediately stood up and walked around behind a bush.
I heard: "Hey, did you copy my song just now? Lend me this."
A person behind the bush said in a panic: "That can't be done, I still have use for it. Hey, don't grab it!"
Xining rolled her eyes, wondering how many secret agents there were around her.
The singer said impatiently: "Then give me one and write down "Rabbit Rider". Otherwise, I have to go back to the house to get it!"
Well, for the sake of convenience, I went directly to the back to find the person responsible for recording her words and deeds.
"Don't worry, I'll just write." After a while, a helpless voice came: "Here, is that okay?"
The singer happily came back with a bamboo slip and gave it to the dead man: "Here, there are both sides."
Seeing the dead man holding the bamboo slip blankly, Xining smiled and ordered: "Put it on with the drum, and you can sing it according to it."
ah? The dead man was almost petrified.
Xining still smiled: "If you don't sing, I won't give you five taels of silver. Just because you don't agree, the three of them will be angry if the money is gone."
The dead man continued to be petrified. If he really turned into stone, he would be so shocked by the words that there would be cracks. The maids gathered around curiously.
"Sing! If you don't know how to sing, just read along." The singer picked up a small tambourine and clapped her hands, causing the drum head to vibrate and make a crisp "dong-dong" sound.
Xining reminded: "Fifty taels of silver..."
It was too difficult for him. When he was a dead soldier, he had to meet the requirements of the supervisee, he had to teach archery, and now he also had to sing. Which dead soldier would think this?
The man on the tree beside said anxiously: "You are singing, why are you standing there in a daze?"
All right! The dead soldier's heart was filled with excitement, and he chanted loudly according to the words.
No matter what the rhyme is, I’ll finish reading it in one go.
"Bah bang bang..." Xining clapped his hands: "Well done!"
She also said to the singer: "Have you heard that? You also need to distinguish the words. The words just now are very powerful and hard, and you need to use drums."
Although the singing may not sound euphemistic and beautiful, the lyrics and artistic conception are more than adequate.
The deceased soldier was crying in his heart. He really wanted to die just now, so he sang so naturally and tragically!
Xining waved his hand: "I'm going to tell you that in the courtyard, before the competition is held in the autumn, we plan to let you go on stage to add to the fun and rehearse two songs and dances that can be enjoyed by both refined and popular people."
"It's the county lord!" The singer stepped back.
She turned to the dead man and tsked and shook her head: "What a good young man, so versatile. Even if he can't sing, he can sing so well. Why do you just do this?"
The dead man continued to cry secretly, listening to the word "what kind of business he does", he was a serious man who raised the dead man, and he got monthly silver.
After Xining thought for a while, he shouted from left to right: "Everyone else, if you are here, come over, if something happens!"
Why are you calling again? They are dead soldiers, they should be hiding in the dark like shadows. After receiving orders at any time, they can unsheath their swords and kill the target.
After thinking about it, I still went out.
When Xining saw it, he seemed happy: "All four of them are here, not bad."
The four people looked at each other and bowed helplessly to the county lord.
"It's good that you are here!" Xining slowly shook his fan: "Which one of you is alone and has no one at home?"
What is this for? The four of them looked at each other from left to right, wondering what they were looking at. Everyone had their faces covered, so what other expressions could they see?
One of them clasped his fists: "I am an orphan, and there is no one at home!"
"It's really pitiful." Xining sighed slightly: "It seems that I am much better than you. Although my parents died young and my brothers and sisters died, I have many relatives."
Come on, those "relatives" of yours are all nobles from Tianhuang, and each one is more dangerous than the last. Of the four people here, none of them are sent by so-called "relatives" or people related to their relatives.
After Xining sighed, he got to the point: "My maid, Hua'er, whom you should know, took the other three people to Miss Wang's house to stay for a few days. This Miss Wang's little girl should not be a fuel-efficient lamp. For my people , maybe they will splash some dirty water like last time, or even frame someone for murder. Just go there and protect them secretly.”
The dead soldier was stunned: "Me?" He is someone else's dead soldier, not yours, the County Lord. Did the County Lord make a mistake?
"Yeah!" Xining nodded: "Don't you have no one at home? If the three of them go, they will worry that their master will be harmful to their family. You don't have to worry about this. If you need news here after you go, , the three of you will give him a copy and give it to him.”
The four dead men were messy in the hot wind. They were not the dead men of the county lord. Did you make a mistake, county lord?
Xining seemed to have thought of something else: "Since you are doing things for me, I can't treat you badly. Otherwise, go and tell Butler Xiao that from now on you will receive five taels of silver per month as a reward for doing things for me."< br>
(End of chapter)