Daming: At the start of the showdown, Lao Zhu was stunned

Chapter 945: It's Hard to Find an Actor

Chapter 945: It's Hard to Find an Actor

"No one is available?" Zhu Xiongying was extremely surprised. "No matter how you look at it, Daning is still a magnificent city. How could there be no one available?"

Fang Xiaoru and Xie Jin looked at each other and smiled bitterly. Then, Xie Jin took the lead and told their experiences of the day.

It turned out that it was no wonder that these two scholars were useless. Zhu Biao and Zhu Su told them that after arriving in Daning, they should mingle with the soldiers through storytelling and other entertainment activities, and completely integrate into the army... During this journey, they had also drawn up various strategies to help Zhu Xiongying do a good job in supervising the army. However, they did not expect that as soon as they arrived in Daning, reality gave these two ambitious talents a big blow.

When the Crown Prince leaves the capital, it is not appropriate to bring along musicians and storytellers to parade around. This attempt to reform the military supervision system is the first of its kind since the beginning of time, and it must be kept under wraps until it is confirmed to be effective. If people see that the Crown Prince brings along a bunch of these people when he leaves the city, there will probably be rumors the next day that the Crown Prince is obsessed with pleasure and is not like a monarch.

Therefore, Fang Xiaoru and Xie Jin originally planned to recruit people in Daning. After all, Daning is a great city, and there should be at least a few people who are familiar with this. At worst, there are many trading places and pastures on the grassland. Since there are people gathering, there must be opera troupes and storytellers who make a living by doing this kind of thing. There is always a way.

However, it turned out that Daning City was a military city, and most of the houses in the city were military camps, with few civilians living there. As for the market, the popularity of the market was greatly affected because of the harassment by the Tatar tribes led by Ben Yashili. Since safety could not be guaranteed, how could a troupe be willing to take the risk to earn these few hard-earned dollars?

But what if there is no manpower? Do they or His Royal Highness the Crown Prince have to put on makeup and dress up and appear on stage?

...In the Ming Dynasty, actors were not popular celebrities. The two of them still had lofty ambitions, but if they were associated with the word "actor", their future careers would be in jeopardy.

Not to mention His Royal Highness the Crown Prince... If His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was allowed to perform on stage in public, His Majesty and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince would not be so angry that they would kill all nine of their clans. The two of them would just kill themselves in Daning City...

The two talented men ran around in the city for a long time and inquired all night, but they were still at a loss. When they heard that the Crown Prince had returned to the city, they had no choice but to go to Zhu Xiongying to explain the situation to avoid keeping the Crown Prince waiting for a long time.

"This..." Zhu Xiongying was also at a loss. After all, he had never made a decision on his own, so he was inevitably a little flustered. "Gentlemen, what should we do now?"

"We can only go and see if there are any candidates in the army." Xie Jin was more thoughtful than Fang Xiaoru, so he made the decision. "It is wrong to draw troops from the army. Fortunately, Your Highness, the Crown Prince, Duke Chang and General Chang are uncle and nephew. Your Highness wants to borrow a few people from the Daning army, and Duke Chang and General Chang will definitely not mind."

This is also one of the reasons why Zhu Biao and Lao Zhu arranged Zhu Xiongying to come to Daning. Chang Mao and Chang Sheng are Zhu Xiongying's uncles, and they will definitely do their best to protect Zhu Xiongying. With this family relationship, if Zhu Xiongying wants to seek their help, it will be much easier for him to ask for it.

Since there is no one, then we have to do this. Zhu Xiongying thought for a moment, the so-called political soldiers and art soldiers mentioned by his uncle would most likely have a formal military position in the future. If so, it would be fine to find a soldier from the beginning, so he nodded and said: "In this case, let's do as Mr. Xie Jin said."

"Let's go to the military camp and find some suitable people... Come on, I'll go with you two gentlemen!" As he said this, he stood up.

Although he is young and has no experience in doing things, he is very motivated.

Fang Xiaoru and Xie Jin nodded, and the two followed Zhu Xiongying and began to look for available talents in the military camp.

Soldier A: "Storytelling? I can listen, but I can't tell... Even if you write it down and ask me to read it, I can't do it. I can't read! These two gentlemen can obviously read, why don't you go there yourself?"

Soldier B: "Performing opera? That's a lowly occupation! Who would perform opera if they were decent? No, no, Your Highness, I just want to kill enemies and win meritorious service, and strive to be promoted to an official. In the future, I will save a few acres of land, marry a wife and two concubines, and expand my family... If I go to perform opera, my ancestors will open the coffin lid and beat me to death!"

Soldier C: "Singing? Fine, fine, but I can only sing the Eighteen Touches, 'Reach out your hand and touch my breasts, my breasts will fit into your body; reach out your hand and touch my buttocks, it will feel like a big white cotton'... Your Highness, do you think I sing this well?"

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Unexpectedly, after searching for half a day, three people and six legs were almost broken, but still no results were found. The generals in the army are all military households. If you really count, this iron rice bowl is higher than that of ordinary civilians, not to mention that the martial virtue is abundant in the Ming Dynasty. Soldiers are proud wherever they go. As for the actors? Pah, they are just actors. Who wants to be one? As for me, the general, I killed the enemy and made meritorious deeds. Who knows, I will be promoted to a marquis and a general one day?

As for actors... According to the Ming Dynasty law, the lowest class of professions must be passed down to descendants! A crown prince? Even if a crown prince comes, it won't work. The emperor in Yingtian Prefecture will live for thousands of years, so what kind of big shot is a crown prince?

Zhu Xiongying was just a teenager, a candidate for the throne, and he had no achievements or reputation. The soldiers respected his status, but they would not joke about their own future and the fate of their descendants because of his words.

Occasionally, there were some soldiers who were not very good at fighting and were afraid of the dangers of battle and were willing to change their careers and become actors, but these people were either slick or wanted to get close to Zhu Xiongying and make a fortune... Xie Jin and Fang Xiaoru naturally kept their distance from such people. This led to them walking for a full half day and still getting nothing.

"Alas, I thought the difficulty of this matter would come later, but I didn't expect that the first hurdle would be so difficult." Fang Xiaoru sighed. After he finished his self-study and graduated, he had no real job. At most, he did some work such as writing articles and editing newspapers under the arrangement of Zhu Su. Such a job of idle talk was easy, but now he realized how difficult it was to lower his head and do things down to earth, and he couldn't help but sigh.

Zhu Xiongying was also somewhat frustrated. When he came here earlier, he was still full of confidence, determined to live up to the expectations of his father, grandfather and fifth uncle and accomplish this for them...but he did not expect that he would fail before he could achieve his goal. Just as he was about to echo Fang Xiaoru's words, he heard a voice coming from a camp on the side of the road.

"Huh?" Hearing this sound, Zhu Xiongying pricked up his ears. "Listen, is someone reciting a poem?"

(End of this chapter)