Write in vulgarity!
This…
Song Zhi lowered his eyes and said the truth: "I can't write those things."
Tao class master said: "Things are originally written by people, in the final analysis, you are stubborn."
"I… "
"But I don't blame you. After all, you are a poet and a great literati! If that's the case, why come to write these scripts? Isn't that hurting yourself?" Lao Tao sighed.
"I… "
"If you have a good brain and talent, it's definitely better than now to write poetry again."
"I… "
Lao Tao continued: "Nowadays, the writers of the playbooks are all literary ruffians. You are a serious scripture person, so don't get involved."
Song Zhi's words were interrupted by him again and again, and he simply waited for him to finish, then he bent down slightly and said, "Why don't you take a look first?"
"Little Song! You... "
"If it doesn't work this time, I'll stop writing, just this time." Song Zhi made up his mind.
Lao Tao let go of his hand and looked confused.
If you don't buy it after reading it, you won't be able to get along. If you don't watch it, Song Zhi insists on it.
Song Zhi saw D's concerns and said, "I won't embarrass you, take a look, it won't take much time, it will be successful, or I will leave if it doesn't."
Since that is all said.
Master Tao had no choice but to nod: "Okay then."
So Song Zhi took out the book he had written and carefully handed it to him.
Class Master Tao looked at it earnestly.
Song Zhi waited quietly beside him!
Old Tao Ben didn't hold out any hope.
But-
The more he looked down, the more solemn his face became.
Brows furrowed.
The playbook was short, but he watched it over and over again.
The dignified look gradually dissipated.
He finally closed it, and the whole person sat there quietly, not saying a word.
Song Zhi thought to himself that his book was probably not seen again, so he silently stood up and arched towards him, saying, "Then Song will not be disturbed."
He was just leaving-
"etc!"
Master Tao stopped him immediately.
"Tao class leader doesn't need to be embarrassed. As I said just now, if it doesn't work, I won't embarrass class leader."
"No no no! You misunderstood." The class leader Tao hurriedly stepped forward and took his hand, and said excitedly, "Xiao Song! No, it should be called Mr. Song. Your script is really good. It's the best you've written in years, and I love it."
Song Zhi heard him say this, but his expression was very calm, and he said, "It's good that the class leader likes it."
"More than just liking it? I dare to guarantee that this drama will be popular!"
"Then I'm relieved."
"You are amazing, this story is so well written."
Song Zhi: "..."
"It's just... how did you come up with this playbook?" Lao Tao had a question in his heart.
Song Zhi took his hand out of his and said, "I came up with this story behind closed doors, and it grew in my head for no reason."
"A literati is a literati, and his brain is good." Lao Tao looked at him with admiration, as if he had dug up a treasure, he said, "Mr. As long as I write, I will definitely buy it, and I will buy as much as I write."
"Then this play?"
"Of course I want this play, and I promise it will be popular."
Master Tao misunderstood what he meant.
He doesn't care about that now.
What he cares about is: "Then the remuneration for this play?" Lao Tao's cheeks twitched, and when he talked about this sensitive topic, he seemed a little evasive, and only said: "Let's not talk about the remuneration for the time being, this play has to be profitable first, I can give you money. In short, if you earn more, you will naturally have more, which is better than giving you a lump sum of money at one time.
Is it more cost-effective? Besides, I am very confident in this playbook, it will definitely be popular, it will definitely make money, and the time will come. "
Guaranteed by pat on the chest!
Although Song Zhi was not a man of greed for money, wasn't he writing this book just to buy some clothes and repair the roof
He said, "Master Tao, it's almost winter, you know my situation."
"I know, I'll have someone give you a bag of rice to take back first, and I'll have someone adjust and adjust the playbook. I'll make money on stage and give you a lot of money."
"This… "
"Time is running out, let's do it first!"
Song Zhi is a nerd, but not a fool.
He knew what Class Master Tao was calculating, and to put it bluntly, if the playbook got money, it was up to Class Master Tao to decide whether it was more or less.
But now the pressing need is to solve food and clothing!
After all, there is no rice left in the pot.
"Alright then, everything is according to Master Tao's wishes."
So Song Zhi left behind the trick and went home with a heavy bag of rice.
The troupe leader Tao happily held the book and began to discuss intensively with the people in the troupe.
Hope to show the play soon!
…
the other side.
Jing Rong and the others walked for about a month before they passed Yicheng and arrived in Huyi.
It's extremely cold in December.
Whether on the road or in the woods, there is frost almost everywhere, and the branches are covered with ice strips, crystal clear and flickering with cold light.
The cold wind rustled like a knife across his face.
At night, everyone checked in at an inn in the woods.
There are all kinds of people in the inn, not only Huyi people, but also many Dalin merchants live here.
This is not surprising, Dalin and Huyi people have a lot of business dealings, and it is very common to go in and out.
In order not to reveal her identity, Jing Rong also pretended to be a businessman who went to Huyi to do silk business!
Everyone sat around the table and ordered a few side dishes.
The second asked: "Ms., do you want wine?"
Jing Rong: "No need, just serve a few dishes."
"okay!"
The second went away.
Going out, or a mountain inn, drinking will always be a mistake.
Ji Yunshu looked around, there were some merchants who settled here.
Almost the entire hall on the first floor was packed. After all, it was already winter, and the cold wind was blowing outside. If you stay overnight, you might freeze to death!
And when there are more people, it will naturally be lively.
Jing Rong let the few people around him cheer up and not relax.
He said: "We will be able to go to Yiwu the day after tomorrow. It is said that it is a good place to live with beautiful mountains and rivers. If we are tired, we can stay there for a few more days, and we don't have to rush."
Ji Yunshu nodded: "Alright."
At this time-
A man from the next table suddenly mentioned his voice and said, "The play I watched a few days ago was really good. If we come again next time, we will watch it again."
"That's not it!" Someone echoed.
"My favorite is the few lines sung by the ghost lady in it."
"Which sentence?" "Seeing my husband deboning and turning into smoke under the tree, I had to plant loess for you in front of the grave."