Writing vulgar!
This …
Song Zhi lowered his eyes and said honestly, "I can't write those things."
Class Leader Tao said, "These things are written by people. In the end, you are stubborn."
"I …"
"But it's not your fault. After all, you are a poet and a great scholar! If that's the case, why do you need to write these scripts? Aren't you making it hard for yourself? "Old Tao sighed.
"I …"
"You are smart and talented. It's better for you to write poems again. It's definitely better than now."
"I …"
Old Tao continued, "Nowadays, those who write scripts are all literary ruffians. You are a decent scholar. Don't touch it."
Song Zhi's words were interrupted by him again and again. He waited for him to finish before he slightly bent down and said, "Why don't you take a look first?"
"Little Song! You … "
"If it doesn't work this time, I will stop writing. This is the only time." Song Zhi made up his mind.
Old Tao let go of his hand and looked conflicted.
If he didn't buy it after reading it, it would be bad. If he didn't read it, Song Zhi was so insistent.
Song Zhi saw his concerns and said, "I won't make it difficult for you. It won't take much time. If it succeeds, I will leave."
Since he said so.
Class Leader Tao could only nod, "Okay."
Therefore, Song Zhi took out the notebook that he had written and carefully handed it to him.
Class Leader Tao held it up and read it seriously.
Song Zhi waited quietly at the side!
Old Tao didn't have any hope. He thought it was just a formality and he would find a point to reject it.
But —
The more he read, the more serious his face became.
His brows were knitted together.
This script was very short, but he watched it over and over again.
The grave expression on his face gradually dissipated.
In the end, he closed it and sat there quietly without saying a word.
Song Zhi thought that his script was probably not appreciated, so he silently stood up and saluted him, saying, "Then I won't bother you anymore."
He was about to leave —
"Wait!"
Class Leader Tao immediately stopped him.
"Class Leader Tao, you don't have to feel troubled. I've already said that if it doesn't work out, I won't make things difficult for you."
"No, no, no! You misunderstood. "Class Leader Tao quickly grabbed his hand and said excitedly," Little Song! No, I should call you Mr. Song. Your script is really good. This is the best you've written in years. I like it very much. "
Song Zhi's expression was very calm when he heard this. He said, "As long as the leader likes it."
"I don't just like him. I can guarantee that this show will be a hit! "
"Then I'm relieved."
"You're a god. This story is so well written."
Song Zhi: "…"
"But … how did you come up with this script?" Old Tao had a question in his heart.
Song Zhi pulled his hand out of his grasp and said, "I came up with this story behind closed doors, and it somehow grew in my head."
"A scholar is a scholar. He's smart." Old Tao looked at him with great appreciation, as if he had found a treasure. He said, "Mr. Song, from now on, you can write scripts for our Zhao Family Troupe with peace of mind. As long as you write, I, Old Tao, will definitely buy it. I'll buy as much as you write."
"What about this show?"
"Of course I want this show. I guarantee that it will be a hit."
Class Leader Tao misunderstood his meaning.
He didn't care about this now.
What he cared about was, "What about the payment for this show?" Old Tao's cheeks twitched. When it came to this sensitive topic, he seemed to be a little evasive. He only said, "Let's not talk about payment for now. This script has to be profitable first before I can give you money. In short, when the time comes, I will naturally give you more. This is better than giving you a lump sum of money at once.
It's much more cost-effective, right? Besides, I'm very confident in this script. It will definitely be popular, and I will definitely make money. "
He patted his chest as a guarantee!
Although Song Zhi was not a greedy person, didn't he write this script to buy a few sets of clothes and repair the roof?
He said, "Class Leader Tao, it's almost winter. You know my situation."
"I know, I know. Later, I will ask someone to give you a bag of rice. You can take it back first. Later, I will ask someone to adjust the script. When the stage makes money, I will give you a lot of money."
"This …"
"Time is running out. It's settled!"
Song Zhi was a bookworm, but he was not a fool.
He knew what Class Leader Tao was calculating. To put it bluntly, when the time came, if the script made money, it was not up to Class Leader Tao to decide how much it would be. He was afraid that his share would be very little.
But now, the urgent matter was to solve the problem of food and clothing!
After all, there was no rice left to cook.
"Well, everything will be according to Class Leader Tao's plan."
Thus, Song Zhi left the script, took a heavy bag of rice, and went home.
Class Leader Tao happily held the script and began to discuss with the people in the troupe.
He hoped that the play would be presented as soon as possible!
…
On the other side.
Jing Rong and the others walked for about a month before they passed Yi City and arrived at Huyi.
It was December, and it was extremely cold.
Whether it was on the road or in the forest, there was frost everywhere. The branches were covered with ice strips, glittering and translucent, shining with a cold light.
The cold wind rustled and cut their faces like a knife.
In the evening, everyone stayed in an inn in the forest.
There were all kinds of people in the inn. Not only Huyi people, but also many Great Lin merchants.
This was not surprising. The Great Lin and Huyi people had a lot of business dealings. It was very common for people to come and go.
In order not to expose his identity, Jing Rong also disguised himself as a Huyi silk merchant.
Everyone sat around the table and ordered a few dishes.
The waiter asked, "Gentlemen, do you want some wine?"
Jing Rong replied, "No need, just a few dishes."
"Okay!"
The waiter left.
Outside, especially in an inn in the mountains, drinking wine would always be a hindrance.
Ji Yunshu looked around and saw that there were only a few merchants who were staying here.
Almost the entire hall on the first floor was full. After all, it was already winter, and the cold wind was blowing outside. Staying for a night would probably freeze to death!
And when there were more people, it would naturally be lively.
Jing Rong asked the people around him to be alert and not let their guard down.
He said, "We will probably reach Yiwu the day after tomorrow. It is said that the scenery there is beautiful and it is a good place to live. If we are tired, we can stay there for a few more days. There is no need to rush."
Ji Yunshu nodded. "Alright."
At this time …
A Great Lin person at the next table suddenly raised his voice and said, "The play we saw a few days ago was really good. The next time we come, we will go to see it again."
"That's right!" Someone echoed.
"My favorite was the few lines sung by Ghost Lady."
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