Chapter 1047

Write in the vulgar!

This

Song Zhi lowered his eyes and said to the truth, "I can't write those things."

Tao said, "things are 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 scholar with a table! In that case, why come to write these play books? Isn't it hard for you?" Lao Tao sighed.

"I..."

"You have a good brain and talent. It's better to write poetry again than now."

"I..."

Lao Tao continued: "now those who write drama books are all literary ruffians. If you are a serious scholar, don't touch it."

Song Zhi's words were interrupted by him again and again. After he finished, he leaned down slightly and said, "why don't you have a look first?"

"Xiao Song! You..."

"If it doesn't work this time, I'll stop writing. This is the only time." Song Zhi made up his mind.

Lao Tao loosened his hand and looked tangled.

If you don't buy it after reading it, you can't get along with it. If you don't see it, Song Zhi insists.

Seeing d his concerns, Song Zhi said, "I won't embarrass you. Take a look. It won't take much time to achieve success. If not, I'll go."

Since that's all said.

The master of the pottery class had to nod, "all right."

So Song Zhi took out the book he had written and carefully handed it to him.

Leader Tao held it seriously.

Song Zhi waited quietly beside him!

Lao Tao didn't hold any hope. He thought he was just going through the motions and looking around. He would find a place to push later.

But——

The more he looked down, the more dignified his face became.

His brows were all wrinkled.

The play book was short, but he watched it over and over again.

The dignified look gradually dissipated.

He finally closed the door and sat there quietly without saying a word.

Song Zhi thought that his book was probably not liked, so he silently got up and arched at him and said, "then song won't be disturbed."

He was just leaving——

"Wait!"

The Taoban leader immediately stopped him.

"There's no need to embarrass the Tao class leader. As I said just now, if it doesn't work, I won't embarrass the class leader."

"No, no, no! You misunderstood." The Taoban leader hurried forward, took his hand and said excitedly, "Xiao Song! No, it should be Mr. Song. Your play book is really very good. It's the best you've written in recent years. I like it very much."

Song Zhi listened to what he said, but he looked very calm and said, "just like the class leader."

"More than just like it? I'm sure the play will be hot!"

"Then I can rest assured."

"You're amazing. The story is so well written."

Song Zhi: "

"It's just... How did you come up with this play book?" Lao Tao had a question in his mind.

Song Zhi took his hand out of his hand and said, "I came up with this story behind closed doors. It's inexplicably in my mind."

"Literati are literati. They have a good brain." Lao Tao looked at him with great appreciation, as if he had found a treasure. He said, "Mr. Song, in the future, you will write a play book for my Zhao class. As long as you write, I will buy Lao Tao and I will buy as much as I write."

"What about the play?"

"Of course I want this play, and I promise it will be hot."

Leader Tao misunderstood his meaning.

He doesn't care now.

What I care about is: "the remuneration for the play?" Old Tao's cheeks twitched. When he talked about this sensitive topic, he seemed a little evasive. He only said: "let's not talk about the remuneration for the play for the time being. I can give you money only if the play has a profit. In short, if you earn more then, you will naturally get more. It's better than giving you a lump sum of silver at one time

Is it much more cost-effective? Besides, I'm very confident in this script. I'm sure to make a fire and earn money. At that time. "

Pat your chest, promise!

Although Song Zhi was not greedy for money, didn't he write 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 ask someone to give you a bag of rice and take it back first. I'll ask someone to adjust the play book when I get on the stage, make money and give you a lot of money."

"This..."

"Time is pressing, so it's settled first!"

Song Zhi is a nerd, but not a fool.

He knew what the pottery master was calculating. In other words, if the opera entered the money, it would be too few to has the final say, and the number of the players would be very small.

But now the urgent need is to solve the problem of food and clothing!

After all, there is no rice in the pot.

"Well, everything will be according to the master's wishes."

So Song Zhi left his trick book and went home with a bag of heavy rice.

The master of the pottery troupe happily held the book and began to discuss it with the people in the troupe.

Hope to present the play as soon as possible!

……

The other side.

Jingrong and others walked for almost a month before they arrived at Huyi after Yicheng.

It was extremely cold in December.

On the road and in the woods, there was frost almost everywhere, and the branches were covered with ice strips, glittering and translucent, glittering with cold light.

The cold wind was blowing on my face like a knife.

In the evening, they 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 businessmen live here.

It's not surprising that Dalin people and Hu Yi people have a lot of business contacts, in and out, very common.

In order not to expose his identity, Jing Rong disguised himself as a merchant doing silk business in Huyi!

Everyone sat down around the table and ordered some small dishes.

The waiter asked, "gentlemen, would you like some wine?"

Jingrong: "no, just serve some dishes."

"OK!"

Pee went.

It's still a Mountain Inn when you go out. Drinking will always delay things.

Ji Yunshu looked around. There were some businessmen who settled here.

The whole hall on the first floor is almost full. After all, it's winter. It's cold outside. I'm afraid I'll freeze to death if I stay one night!

When there are many people, it will be lively.

Jingrong asked several people around him to cheer up and not relax.

He said: "I'll be in Yiwu the day after tomorrow. It's said that there are beautiful mountains and rivers. It's a good place to live. If we're tired, we can stay there for a few more days and don't have to rush."

Ji Yunshu nodded: "good."

At this time——

A big pro at the next table suddenly mentioned his voice and said, "the play we saw a few days ago is really good. If we come again next time, we'll go to see it."

"That's not!" Someone agrees.

"What I like best is the words sung by the ghost lady inside."

"What words?" "Seeing my husband take off his bones and turn into smoke under the tree, I have to plant loess for you in front of the grave."