Distance and estrangement are the differences in the concepts of the two eras.

Wu Ming sat up with a wry smile. If this conflict had not been done with Dorothy and others' persuasion, he would have traveled thousands of miles alone and headed straight to the Kuomintang-controlled area. However, judging from the reactions of the Eighth Route Army soldiers, he still had some opinions on the policy of preferential treatment of prisoners.

From then on, Wu Ming rejected Dorothy and others' request to share the joys and sorrows with the Eighth Route Army soldiers, and enjoyed the best food and treatment with peace of mind. In his words, am I not as good as those Japanese beasts? Why can the Japanese devils eat good food? I have to eat coarse grains and wild vegetables? No matter what, I am also an anti-Japanese person. Whoever wants to pretend to repay evil with kindness and who wants to abide by the Geneva Conventions dogmatically, let him take the devil prisoners like ancestors!

"Mr. Liu, I've gone to have dinner." He walked into the house and greeted.

"What did this person do?" Wu Ming asked strangely: "I haven't seen anyone for a long time."

"They went to read the storyteller." He explained: "I guess I'm coming back soon."

"What's so good about storytellers? It's not that there are any teahouses in big cities." Wu Ming muttered as he walked.

"It's different." He said with a smile: "It's not about storytelling, but about storytelling in northern Shaanxi, which is sung."

"Oh, I haven't heard of that." Wu Ming smiled, didn't care too much, and went to have a meal under He Wen's guidance.

After taking a few bites, Dorothy and others came back with a smile. Dorothy ran to Wu Ming and said with a smile: "I'll give a lecture later. I'll invite them here."

"Didn't you hear enough?" Wu Ming stopped chopsticks and asked with a smile: "I happened to have never heard of it, so I will get rid of you."

Storytelling in northern Shaanxi is mainly popular in Yan'an and Yulin in northern Shaanxi Province. It was originally a poor and blind man who used the folk songs from northern Shaanxi to sing some legends. Later, the melodies of Meihu, Qin Opera, Daoqing and Xintianyou were absorbed, and gradually formed a storytelling form of long stories of rap. In the past, they were all sung by blind people. The performance was performed by one person and the accompaniment instrument was three strings or pipa. In addition, there were also small wooden boards tied to the calves, made of two wooden boards, and a string of small wooden boards tied to the wrist, called "Mazhazha". This was used to make rhythm.

In northern Shaanxi, every time they celebrate temple fairs, ancestor worship, birthdays, full moon or festive festivals, they would invite storytellers to come and cheer them up. Usually they also brought musical instruments and went to the village to travel. When the lights first came on, the villagers of men and women gathered together, surrounded by three layers inside and three layers outside. At this time, the awakening wood sounded, the three strings plucked, the drum sounded, the dialect started, and the lyrics were chanted, and the lyrics were silent inside and out.

"It's not a good performance here!" Wu Ming suddenly thought of something and frowned and said, "There are all wounded people in that room, which affects their rest!"

"It's okay." The Eighth Route Army cadre in charge of escorting was coming out of the cave of the wounded and said with a smile: "I just saw it. Those wounded people are pretty good. Thank you for your wonderful skills! This storytelling in northern Shaanxi is not something you can hear just by wanting to hear, especially for us soldiers who fight all day long, this opportunity cannot be missed."

In this era of lack of entertainment, those Eighth Route Army soldiers from poor people encountered such good things, including the wounded, and did not have so many opinions.

After dinner, the villagers had gathered here in groups of three or three, and several village cadres and Eighth Route Army soldiers maintained order.

"Play my three strings and set it down and I will talk about a past story. But I will not talk about the people from the previous dynasties, but just talk about the Tang Dynasty's affairs." As Xingmu sounded, the storyteller began to sing.

There are two storytellers, one middle-aged blind man is singing while playing the three-strings, and the other is twelve and three-year-old girl is beating the drums and beating the board.

Shaanxi storytelling has been performed in rural areas for a long time, and the lyrics and lifestyles are strong and easy to understand. The singing style is exciting and rough, and it has a strong Shaanxi style. The content of the repertoire is mostly "Treacherous ministers harm loyalty and good people, and the husband recruits girls."

"The head is as big as a bucket, the eyes are as big as a copper bell, the mouth is as bloody as a basin, the teeth are as sharp as a steel cone, the head is as big as a basin, and the two old feet are as good as a door jar" are used to describe ancient heroes. Wu Ming almost spit out. Is this bloody mouth, fangs and sharp teeth not a monster? It doesn't look like a hero? However, this storytelling in northern Shaanxi is really different and interesting.

The performance ended, and the simple people dispersed reluctantly. Wu Ming took out two oceans from his pocket, walked over, and placed them in front of the storyteller.

"Thank you sir." The little girl was stunned for a moment, bowed to thank you, and said to the blind man beside her: "Master, a gentleman gave two big heads."

"Buy two thick cotton coats!" Wu Ming waved his hand and said first without waiting for the blind man to stand up and thank him.

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The next morning, at Wu Ming's suggestion, the group divided into two parts, and part went straight to Yan'an. Wu Ming and Dorothy had to stop for a while, and then accompanied by He Wen and the new Yan'an guide, they would go deep into other places first and finally go to Yan'an.

Dorothy pulled Wu Ming and He Wen to wander around the village, chatting and asking questions with the simple farmers, and playing the role of a reporter very diligently.

There were always a group of children behind them, which might be the first time they saw a blonde and blue-eyed foreigner, which could be seen from their curious and somewhat scared eyes.

"Can you ask them a few questions?" Dorothy whispered, glanced at the little tail behind her.

"Why did you let me go? Wouldn't it be better to ask yourself!" Wu Ming asked back.

"They, they seem to be a little afraid of me," said Dorothy. "This is the question I want to ask, and it is written on paper. Of course, you can also play freely."

"Okay!" Wu Ming took it and deliberately slowed down.

So, a simple conversation began between Wu Ming and the children.

"What is GCD?" Wu Ming asked with a smile.

"GCD is the one who leads the Eighth Route Army to fight the Japanese and lets the people live a good life." A boy about ten years old replied with a snot.

"What else?" Wu Ming continued to ask.

“They helped us fight landlords and capitalists.”

"What is a capitalist?" This question is difficult, and several children did not answer for a long time.
Chapter completed!