The waiter stared blankly for a long time but didn't see the pretty girl from last night.
How did she disappear?
Strange!
"Eh?" The waiter returned to the inn and asked the innkeeper, "Innkeeper, why did the girl disappear last night?"
The innkeeper also looked outside and saw Jing Rong's group leaving. He was puzzled, "Yeah, I didn't see her either. But there's a handsome scholar in the troupe."
"How strange."
"Alright, hurry up and get to work."
"Alright!"
The waiter went to work with a towel.
However, the innkeeper kept staring at Jing Rong's group.
Until they left.
Yiwu.
The Zhao Troupe became famous because of the play 'The Ghost Lady Buries Her Husband'.
All of Yiwu was talking about it.
The Zhao Troupe, which had been in decline, became famous because of it.
It became a famous theatrical troupe in Yiwu. Everyone wanted to see the Zhao Family's play, and those Dan Actors also approached the Zhao Family's troupe.
She hoped that she could play the role of the ghost lady and her vicious husband!
For the next few days, the Zhao Troupe's performances were always full.
Some rich people even paid a high price to watch the play.
Because of this, the Zhao Troupe's doorstep was almost broken.
One after another, gifts were sent to the palace.
They were all piled up!
If it wasn't Lord Li who invited them to sing, then it was Madam Zhou who invited them …
They came in an endless stream!
The gifts were also more and more generous!
The gifts were also more and more expensive!
The housekeeper of the Li family, Uncle Da, said to the beaming Troupe Leader Tao, "Old Troupe Leader, our master is very sincere. Take your Zhao family troupe to our mansion and put on a show. You can name whatever you want."
Old Tao was grinning from ear to ear.
He took a sip of tea.
"Uncle Da, my troupe has been very busy recently. The stage is busy every night and I can't find any time."
"But my master really likes this show of yours."
"Thank you for your master's fondness. How about this, when I have time next month, I will definitely bring my troupe to your estate."
"You still have to wait until next month?"
"Only next month."
Uncle Da thought for a moment and said, "Alright then. I'll go back and discuss it with my master."
"Alright."
Uncle Da left behind the gifts he had brought and left unwillingly.
Class Leader Tao smiled triumphantly and took another sip of tea.
After a while, a man came in, bowed and asked, "Leader, why didn't you agree? Master Li's price wasn't low! We'll have to work five nights to earn that money. "
Old Tao narrowed his eyes at him. "I told you that you don't know what business is, right? You don't even know this. "
"Leader, what do you mean?" "That Old Master Li is a great believer in ghosts and gods, to the point of obsession. That's why our 'Ghost Lady Buries her Husband' is very much to his liking. In order to get us to go to his mansion to perform this play, he has sent people over several times. Today, he can pay fifty taels of silver to invite us, and tomorrow, he can pay one tael of silver.
A hundred taels. For the sake of his heart, he will definitely throw more money at you. "
It seemed to be a good subject of study!
The man nodded and gave him a thumbs up. "You're really thoughtful, Leader."
Old Tao rubbed his chin and pondered. "Tomorrow, I'll go look for Song Zhi again. I need to get him to write another ghost script."
"Then you have to hurry, Leader."
"What's the matter?"
"If people knew that the script was written by Song Zhi, all the major troupes would definitely seek him out to write scripts."
Old Tao slapped his thigh. "Aiya, I nearly forgot about that! I have to quickly find Song Zhi and get him to sign a contract with our Zhao family's troupe. We can't let such a good talent be poached away by other troupes. "
He hurriedly went to find Song Zhi.
At this moment, Song Zhi was selling vegetables at the market.
Early this morning, he had plucked a few cabbages from his vegetable garden and brought them here to sell.
He had been sitting there all morning, but not a single cabbage had been successfully sold!
He couldn't be blamed for this. It could only be said that the cabbages were too ugly. They were dry and covered in mud. One look and one could tell that they didn't taste good.
Occasionally, a few people would come to ask for the price. However, he was reading a book and said without raising his head, "Five copper coins."
"The cabbages are all dirty. Three copper coins."
He continued reading as he replied, "It's a little ugly, but it was just plucked from the ground. It's fresh."
"It's already so wrinkled. How is it fresh?"
"How can you judge something by its surface?"
"Then are you going to sell it or not?"
He thought about it and put down his book. He looked at the few dry cabbages in front of him with heartache. He then raised his head and said to the woman, "Since you are so insistent, you are somewhat similar to me. Alright then, three copper coins it is."
The woman frowned. Why was this person so strange?
But in the end, she still paid and took the cabbages away.
One after another, he sold all the cabbages in his hands for three copper coins. Holding the pitifully small amount of money, he carried the empty basket and prepared to go home.
But when he passed by a bookstore, he stopped in his tracks.
"Song Zhi, oh Song Zhi, you can't buy any more books today!" He told himself. Resisting the urge, he gritted his teeth and continued walking.
But in the end, he couldn't help but stop.
He placed the empty basket in his hands outside.
After wiping the mud off his feet, he went into the bookstore.
He walked around the bookstore for a long time and picked a book of poems. He paid all the money he had earned from selling cabbages.
Out.
But —
His empty basket was gone.
"Ah …" He sighed.
He planned to look for it again, wondering if the naughty children nearby had taken it away.
But he saw Class Leader Tao from afar.
"Mr. Song!" Old Tao shouted at him from afar.
"Class Leader Tao?"
"I finally found you. Why aren't you at home? Why are you here?" Class Leader Tao was sweating profusely.
Song Zhi said, "I came out to sell vegetables."
"Why are you still selling vegetables? The script you wrote is very popular. You are going to be famous in Yiwu. "
"Oh!"
Oh?
Song Zhi was obviously very calm.
Class Leader Tao was stunned for a moment. He grabbed his hand and said, "Let's go. I have something important to talk to you."
Song Zhi asked seriously, "Is it about the money?"
"Uh!"
"I've almost finished the bag of rice you gave me last time. Class Leader Tao, you are really timely."
"Well …"
"What's wrong? Is it not selling well? But didn't you just say that it's so popular that it's muddled? "
Class Leader Tao smiled and said, "You come with me first. We can talk about the money together."
"Okay, but …"
"But what?"
"I don't know who took my basket of cabbages. Let me look for it."
"That basket is not worth much money. I'll give you one later."
"But …"
"No buts. Let's go!"
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