Xiao Er stared at the place for a long time, but did not see the beautiful girl last night.
How did people disappear
strangeness!
"Huh?" Little Er turned back to the inn, ran over and asked the shopkeeper, "The shopkeeper, tell me, why did the girl disappear last night?"
The shopkeeper also looked outside, and saw Jing Rong and the others leaving on horseback, and wondered, "Yeah, I didn't see it either, but there was a handsome little scholar in the row."
"It's strange."
"Okay, okay, hurry up and get to work."
"Good Le!"
Little Er went to work with a towel on.
But the shopkeeper was still trying his best to look at Jingrong's pedestrian.
until they leave.
Yiwu.
Zhao Jiaban is famous for the play "Ghost Mother Burying Her Husband".
The whole Yiwu is discussing.
And Zhao Jiaban, who had been somewhat lost, also became popular because of this.
He became a famous opera troupe in Yiwu, everyone wanted to watch his family's plays, and those leading actors also moved closer to Zhao's troupe.
I hope to play that ghost lady and that vicious husband!
After a few days, as long as Zhao Jiaban started a show, almost every scene was full.
Some rich people even pay high prices to buy a place to watch the show.
Therefore, the threshold of Zhao's family class is about to be broken.
A lot of gifts have been sent here.
It's all packed!
Either Mr. Li invited them to sing, or Mrs. Zhou invited them to sing...
It's a steady stream!
The gift money is also more than one!
The gift is also more valuable than the other!
Uncle Da, the housekeeper of the Li family, said to the class leader Tao who was full of spring breeze: "Old class leader, our master is very sincere. You bring your Zhao family class to the mansion to play a show, and you can pay whatever you want."
Lao Tao laughed from ear to ear.
Take a sip of tea.
He said, "Uncle Da, my Zhao family class has been really busy recently. The stage is busy every night, so I really can't make room."
"But my master really likes your play."
"Thanks to your master's preference, otherwise, when I make time next month, I will definitely bring my Zhao family class to the house."
"Want to wait for next month?"
"Only next month."
Uncle Da thought for a while, and after thinking about it for a while, he said, "Well, I'll go back and discuss with my master first."
"okay."
Uncle Da left all the gifts he brought and left unwillingly.
The class leader Tao smiled smugly and took another sip of tea.
After a while, a man came in, bowed and asked, "Master, why don't you agree? The price offered by Mr. Li is not low! We have to work for five nights to earn that money."
Lao Tao squinted at him, "Just say you don't know what business is? You don't even know this."
"What does the class master mean?" "Then Master Li believes in ghosts and gods very much, and it can be said that he is obsessed, so our "Ghost Mother Burial Man" suits his taste very well. In order to let us go to his house for a play, he But he has sent people several times. Today he can send fifty taels to invite us, and tomorrow he can send one
Hundred taels, for the sake of his heart, he will definitely spend more money. "
It seems to be a good learning!
The man nodded and gave a thumbs up, "It's the class leader who thought it through."
Lao Tao rubbed his chin and pondered: "I'll find Song Zhi again tomorrow, and I have to ask him to write another ghost play."
"That class leader, you have to hurry up."
"What's up?"
"If people knew that the play was written by Song Zhi, then the major theatre troupes would definitely go to him to write the play."
Lao Tao patted his thigh: "Oh, I almost forgot about this! I have to go to Song Zhi quickly and let him sign a contract with my Zhao family class, such a good talent can't be poached by other troupes. gone."
He hurried to find Song Zhi.
And this time, Song Zhi was selling vegetables at the market.
Early this morning, he pulled a few cabbage from his vegetable garden and brought it here to sell.
This has been sitting all morning, and a single cabbage has not been sold successfully!
I can't blame him for that. I can only say that the few cabbages are too ugly, dry and covered with mud, and they don't taste good at first glance.
Occasionally a few people came to ask about the price, but he was reading with his book in his hand, and said without looking up, "Five cents."
"This cabbage is dirty, three cents."
He continued to read, while replying: "Ugly is ugly, but it was just pulled from the ground, fresh."
"It's all wrinkled like this, where is it fresh?"
"How can you look at the surface of things?"
"Then do you sell it or not?"
He thought for a while, put down the book, looked at the few dry cabbage in front of him with distress, then raised his head and said to the woman, "Since you insist on this, you are a bit similar to me, then okay, three texts are three texts. ."
The woman frowned, thinking why is this person so strange
But in the end, I paid the money and packed the cabbage away.
One after another, he also sold out the cabbage in his hand with three cents of money, holding the poor money, carrying an empty basket and preparing to go home.
But he stopped when he passed a bookstore.
"Song Zhi, Song Zhi, you can't buy any more books today!" He told himself, resisting the urge, gritted his teeth and continued walking.
But in the end he couldn't bear to stop.
Put the empty basket in your hand outside!
After wiping the mud off his feet, he entered.
He strolled around for a while, picked out a book of poems, and paid all the money he got from selling cabbage.
come out.
Can-
His empty basket was gone.
"Hey..." he sighed.
He planned to look again, wondering if the naughty children nearby took it away.
But in the distance, he saw Tao Class Master.
"Mr. Song!" Lao Tao shouted at him from a distance.
"Master Tao?"
"I found you, why are you not at home and come here?" The head teacher Tao was sweating profusely.
Song Zhi said, "I came out to sell vegetables."
"What kind of vegetables are you selling! The playbook you wrote is so popular that you are going to become famous in our Yiwu."
"Oh!"
Oh
Song Zhi was obviously very calm.
Class Master Tao was stunned for a moment, then grabbed his hand again and said, "Let's go, I have something important to talk to you about."
Song Zhi asked seriously, "But it's about silver?"
"Uh!"
"I'm almost finished with the bag of rice you gave me last time. Master Tao, you really gave me charcoal in the snow."
"that… "
"What's the matter? But it's not selling well? But didn't you just say that the fire was confusing?"
The head teacher Tao smiled: "You go with me first, and we will discuss the matter of silver together."
"That's okay, just..."
"Just what?"
"My cabbage basket was taken away by someone, please let me find it."
"That basket isn't worth a few cents. I'll give you one later."
"But… "
"Don't do it, let's go!"
Tao class master just dragged him to Zhao family class. And Song Zhi was still thinking about his own basket, after all, he was used to it.