"Ah …"
The bare-shouldered girl let out a long yawn and climbed out of bed. Through the window, she saw that the sun had already risen to the middle of the sky. It was all because she had slept too late last night. Otherwise, she wouldn't have gotten up at this time.
She rolled around on the bed and saw the familiar figure still sitting in front of the table, frowning and writing something on a piece of paper from time to time. The girl jumped out of bed and exclaimed in surprise, "Sister Ruoqing, you didn't sleep last night again!"
The woman turned around and saw the girl sitting on the bed in an indecent posture. She pointed at the girl's undergarment that had slipped halfway down and turned back to write on a piece of paper. "There are some things that need to be taken care of, and the personnel arrangements for the newly built theaters haven't been decided yet. I've thought about it for one night, and it'll be over soon."
The girl on the bed didn't wear any shoes or socks. She walked over barefoot, wearing only an undergarment and undergarments. She lay on Xiao Zhu's back and hooked her arms around her neck. "But you can't stay up all night. When Li left, he told me to take good care of you. No, I won't listen to you next time. I'll go to sleep first. I'll tie you up on the bed before midnight."
Wan Ruoqing put down her pen and moved Xiao Zhu's hands away. The two lumps of pressure on her back became even more obvious. She shook her head and said, "You're a big girl now. How can a big girl run on the ground with an undergarment on? Hurry up and put on some clothes. It won't be good if other people see."
"There are no outsiders here, what are you afraid of?" The girl reluctantly climbed down from Wan Ruoqing's back, walked to the head of the bed and began to slowly put on her clothes. At this time, another figure walked in from outside the door. The girl looked up and turned a deaf ear to it. She adjusted her dudou as if she didn't see it.
Zeng Zuimo glanced at the girl and no longer looked at her. She put a bowl of hot porridge in front of Wan Ruoqing and said, "Who can see you work so hard? Your body is about to collapse. Is it worth it?"
Wan Ruoqing smiled and said, "It's not as serious as you make it out to be. It's just that there are a lot of things happening these days. I'll be fine once I get through it."
"What are you cooking? Finish this bowl of porridge and go to sleep." Zeng Zuimo put away the papers on the table and said after a pause, "I was in the theater just now and overheard some constables chatting. Constable Liu sent a letter from the capital."
Arrester Liu was, of course, Liu Yiyi. Under Li Yi's special instructions, he had helped the theater a lot, including Zeng Zuimo's rise in fame, which attracted the covetous attention of several rich young masters. He was also the one who helped them deal with it. Although the two girls didn't have much communication with him, he was the person they were most familiar with in the county government.
About two months ago, County Magistrate Liu of Anxi County was transferred to the capital. It was said that he was promoted. It was a sensational event in Qing 'an Prefecture. Even they had heard about it. Arrester Liu left with the County Magistrate. Fortunately, the bailiffs in the county government had been taking good care of the theater. Not only did they deal with several groups of ruffians who caused trouble, but they also made the theater the focus of their patrols.
However, Wan Ruoqing still did not understand what Arrester Liu's letter from the Capital City had to do with them.
"Arrester Liu mentioned that person in the letter. Do you want to hear it?"
When speaking of "that person", there was a touch of anger in Zeng Zuimo's tone.
As the biggest winner of the theater, he walked away and left all these chores to a weak woman. As the scale of the theater continued to expand, Zeng Zuimo could see how hard it had been for Wan Ruoqing in the past few months. She had become a lot more haggard, so she was naturally full of resentment towards Li Yi.
Of course, it could not be ruled out that there were other reasons for the resentment.
Perhaps the resentment began to accumulate since he left without saying goodbye a few months ago, and it had only reached its peak now.
Wan Ruoqing had been busy since last night, and she was actually a little hungry. She sipped the porridge. Hearing Zeng Zuimo's words, the expression on her face changed, but she didn't say anything, waiting for her to continue.
"He has been conferred the title of nobility. Now he is living a good life in the capital. I'm afraid he won't come back. What's the use of doing these things?" Even Zeng Zuimo herself didn't realize that when she said this, her tone had become different from usual.
Xiao Zhu put on her clothes, looked at the two people in the room, stuck out her tongue, and quietly left.
Wan Ruoqing put down the spoon and said after a while, "People have to do something. It's not this, it's that. Doing these things can make more people have food to eat. I also like it very much."
Zeng Zuimo asked angrily, "Do you believe these words yourself?"
"What about you?" Wan Ruoqing raised her head and looked at her seriously.
In the room, the atmosphere began to fall into a long silence.
"It's none of my business!" After a long time, Zeng Zuimo said angrily, turned around, and walked out.
Wan Ruoqing smiled helplessly, walked to the bed, and lay down. The moment she touched the pillow, sleepiness swept over her.
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"The next scene is about to begin. Let them control the time."
"How is the script rehearsal of 'A Chinese Ghost Story' going? Fu, go and keep an eye on them. Don't let them slack off."
"The list of martial arts masters can't be delayed. Several arenas need timely feedback …"
"Got it. I'll ask Miss Wan about this later."
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In a theater that had just been built, Old Man Sun took a sip of tea. Only then did he feel that his smoky throat was much better.
In the whole Qing 'an Prefecture, there were now more than 20 theaters scattered in various places. The daily affairs were so complicated that he had no time to tell stories. Especially these theaters that had just been built and were still in the initial stage, they couldn't leave him.
At this moment, he finally understood what County Magistrate Li said to him when he left Qing 'an Prefecture. He thought he was conservative enough. He didn't expect that he didn't underestimate the market, but overestimated his own energy …
Sure enough, as there were more and more theaters, many problems appeared. If it weren't for Miss Ruoqing helping him with most of the affairs, he was afraid that his old bones would end here.
However, these chores were only a part of Old Sun's worries.
Although the theater was constantly developing, the popularity of the "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" series and "Legend of the White Snake" was gradually declining. Although under the guidance of County Magistrate Li, things that were extended around the list of martial arts masters could already keep the theater open for a long time, once they lost a good script, some ideas in his mind could only go so far.
In addition, there were more difficult problems that were gradually pressing on.
After County Magistrate Liu left Qing 'an Prefecture, Arrester Liu Yiyi also left. They had lost their biggest support, the newly appointed county magistrate. A few days ago, he had finally seen the profits of the brothel. After he had hinted a few times, but Liu Yiyi pretended not to know, he had finally begun to suppress them to varying degrees. This matter had to be resolved as soon as possible. With decades of experience, he knew better than anyone how many ways the government could stop a brothel from operating normally.
Li Yi didn't know Old Sun's worries. At this time, he had just arrived at the city gate. Sitting outside the carriage, he looked at the familiar tall city wall and felt a sense of familiarity.
Qing 'an Prefecture, finally back!
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