"Ah… "
The girl with bare shoulders yawned a long time, got up from the bed, and saw through the window that the sun outside had already risen in the middle. It was all because she slept too late yesterday, otherwise it would be impossible for her to get up at this time.
Rolling on the bed, seeing that familiar figure still sitting in front of the table, frowning, writing something on the paper from time to time, the girl got up from the bed and said in surprise: "Sister Ruoqing, You didn't sleep last night again!"
The woman turned her head and saw the girl sitting cross-legged on the bed in an indecent position, pointed to her apron that had slipped off halfway, turned her head again, and wrote on the paper while saying: "Some things need to be dealt with, and The personnel arrangements for several new theaters have not been finalized yet, after thinking about it all night, it will be over soon."
The girl on the bed didn't wear shoes and socks. She walked over barefoot, wearing a bellyband and obscene pants, laying on her back, hooking her neck with both hands, and said, "Then you can't sleep all night. Go to bed, Mr. Li said it when he left, you want me to take good care of you, no, next time I can’t listen to you, go to bed first, before 1 hour, I will tie you to the bed even if I tie you up. "
Wan Ruoqing put down the pen, took Xiaozhu's hand away, the pressure on the back became more obvious, shook his head and said: "You are also a big girl, how can a big girl run on the ground in a bellyband, hurry up and get dressed, How bad it is for others to see."
"There are no outsiders here, what are you afraid of?" The girl reluctantly climbed off Wan Ruoqing's back, walked to the head of the bed and began to dress slowly. At this time, another figure walked in from the door, and the girl looked up. , turned a deaf ear to this, and adjusted the bellyband on his own, as if he didn't see it.
Zeng Zuimo cast a glance at the girl and stopped looking. He put a bowl of hot porridge in front of Wan Ruoqing's table, and said, "You work so hard, who can see that your body is about to collapse, is it worth it?"
Wan Ruoqing smiled and said: "It's not as serious as you said, but there are more things these days, just get over it."
"What are you cooking? After finishing this bowl of porridge, go to bed quickly." Zeng Zuimo put away the paper on the table, paused, and said, "I was in the theater just now, and I heard a few policemen from the county government chatting. Letter from Kyoto."
Liu Butou is naturally Liu Yishou. Under Li Yi's special instructions, he helped the theater a lot, including the rise of Zeng Zuimo's reputation, which attracted the covetousness of several young masters with good backgrounds. He didn't have much communication with him, but he was the person they knew best 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 an extremely sensational event in Qing'an Prefecture. Even they heard about it, and Liu Butou followed suit. The county magistrate has left. Fortunately, the policemen in the county government have been taking good care of the theater. Not only have they dealt with a few groups of rogues who provoked trouble, but they also regard the theater as the focus of patrols on weekdays.
However, Wan Ruoqing still didn't quite understand what Liu Butou's letter from Kyoto had to do with them.
"Liu Butou mentioned that person in his letter, do you want to listen?"
When talking about "that person", Zeng Zuimo's tone was slightly angry.
As the biggest beneficiary of the theater, he left by himself, leaving all these chores to a weak woman. With the continuous expansion of the theater, Zeng Zuimo could see how hard Wan Ruoqing had been in the past few months. Everyone was haggard a lot, and they were naturally full of resentment towards Li Yi in their hearts.
Of course, it is not ruled out that there are other reasons for the generation of these grievances.
Perhaps since leaving without saying goodbye a few months ago, this trace of resentment began to accumulate, and it has not reached its peak until now.
Since he was busy last night until now, Wan Ruoqing was actually a little hungry, sipping porridge, the expression on his face moved when he heard this, but he didn't speak, waiting quietly for her next words.
"He's been knighted, and he's doing well in the capital now. I'm afraid he won't come back again. What's the use of doing this?" Even Zeng Zuimo didn't realize that when she said this, her tone changed. It's not the same as usual.
After getting dressed, Xiaozhu looked at the two people in the room, stuck out her tongue, and quietly backed out.
Wan Ruoqing put down the spoon and said after a while: "People always have to do something, either these or those. Doing these things can make more people have a meal, and I like it very much."
Zeng Zuimo asked angrily, "Do you believe these words yourself?"
"What about you?" Wan Ruoqing looked up at her and asked seriously.
Inside the room, the atmosphere began to fall silent for a long time.
"None of my business!" After a long time, Zeng Zuimo said angrily, turned his head and walked out.
Wan Ruoqing smiled helplessly, went to the bed and lay down, sleeping with her clothes on, the moment she touched the pillow, sleepiness swept over her.
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"The next game is about to start, let them control the time."
"How's the rehearsal of the script of "A Chinese Ghost Story" going, Ah Fu, go and keep an eye on them, don't let them be lazy."
"The leaderboard of martial arts masters cannot be delayed, there is a need for timely feedback from several arenas..."
"Understood, I will ask Miss Wan about this matter later."
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In a newly built theater, old man Sun took a sip of his tea and felt that his throat, which was about to smoke, felt much better.
In the entire Qing'an Prefecture, there are now more than twenty theaters scattered all over the place. The daily affairs are so complicated that he has no time to tell stories, especially these theaters that have just been built and everything is still in the initial stage. Can't even leave him.
At this moment, he finally understood what Li Xianwei said to him when he left Qing'an Mansion. He thought he was conservative enough, but he didn't underestimate the market, but overestimated his energy...
Sure enough, with more and more theaters, many problems also appeared. If Miss Ruoqing hadn't helped him share most of the affairs, his old bones might have to be explained here.
However, all these trivial matters are only part of Old Man Sun's worries.
Although the theater is constantly developing, the popularity of the "Liao Zhai" series and "The Legend of the White Snake" is also gradually decreasing. Although under the guidance of Li Xianwei, the things extended around the ranking of martial arts masters have allowed the theater to continue to operate for a long time , but once he loses a good script, some thoughts in his mind can only go so far.
In addition, there are more difficult problems, which are gradually being forced.
After County Magistrate Liu left Qing'an Mansion, Liu Yishou's captor also left. They lost their greatest support. The new county magistrate finally saw the profit of Goulan a few days ago. After pretending to be confused, he finally started to suppress them to varying degrees in the past few days. This matter must be resolved as soon as possible. With decades of experience, he knows better than anyone how many methods the government has to make a Goulan unable to do anything about it. Drive normally.
Li Yi didn't know Old Man Sun's worries. He had just arrived at the gate of the city at this time, and sitting outside the carriage, looking at the familiar tall city wall, a sense of intimacy rushed over his face.
Qing'an Mansion is finally back!