Chapter 1049

The waiter looked at it for a long time and didn't see the beautiful girl last night.

How did people disappear?

Strange!

"Eh?" The waiter turned back to the inn, ran over and asked the shopkeeper, "shopkeeper, why did the girl disappear last night?"

The shopkeeper also looked outside and saw Jingrong and others get on the horse and leave. He was also puzzled: "yes, I didn't see it, but there was a handsome little scholar in that line."

"That's strange."

"All right, all right, hurry to work."

"All right!"

The waiter went to work with a towel.

But the shopkeeper is still trying to look at Jingrong pedestrian.

Until they leave.

Yiwu.

The Zhao family class is famous for the play "ghost mother buries husband".

The whole Yiwu is talking.

The Zhao family class, which had been lost, became popular.

Yiwu has become a famous opera troupe. Everyone wants to see his family's plays, and those leading Dan roles have moved closer to Zhao's troupe.

I hope I can play the ghost lady and the vicious husband!

A few days later, as long as the Zhao family class started, almost every play was full.

Even some rich people are willing to pay high prices to buy positions in order to see the play.

Therefore, the threshold of Zhao family class is almost broken.

Big gifts came here one after another.

It's full!

Either Master Li asked them to sing, or Mrs. Zhou asked them to sing

go to and fro in constant streams!

The gift money is more and more!

Gifts are more and more valuable!

Uncle Da, the housekeeper of the Li family, and the headmaster Tao, who is full of spring breeze, said, "old headmaster, our master is very sincere. You take your Zhao family class to the house to give a play, and you can open the silver at will."

Lao Tao couldn't close his mouth with a smile.

Took a sip of tea.

He said, "Uncle Da, my Zhao class is really busy recently. The stage is busy every night. I really can't spare time."

"But my master really likes your play."

"Thanks for your master's favor. Otherwise, when I make time next month, I will take my Zhao class to the house."

"Still have to wait for next month?"

"Only next month."

Uncle Da thought for a moment. After thinking for a while, he said, "OK, I'll go back and discuss with my master first."

"OK."

Uncle Da left all the gifts he had brought and left reluctantly.

The pottery master smiled triumphantly and drank another sip of tea.

After a while, a man came in and bowed down and asked, "boss, why don't you agree? Master Li's price is not low! We have to work hard for five nights to make 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 leader mean?" "Master Li believes in ghosts and gods very much, which can be said to be obsessed. Therefore, our ghost mother burying husband is very to his taste. He sent people to his house several times in order to let us play, but he can give us fifty Liang today and one tomorrow

Hundred Liang. In order to get a good heart, he will throw money again. "

It seems to be a good knowledge!

The man nodded and gave a thumbs up. "The head of the class is considerate."

Lao Tao touched his chin and thought, "tomorrow, I'll find Song Zhi. I have to ask him to write another ghost script."

"You have to hurry up."

"What's the matter?"

"If you let people know that the play book was written by Song Zhi, all the major troupes must have gone to him to write the play book."

Lao Tao patted his thigh: "Oh, I almost forgot this! I have to go to Song Zhi and ask him to sign a contract with my Zhao class. Such a good talent can't be poached by other troupes."

He hurried to find Song Zhi.

At this meeting, Song Zhi is selling vegetables in the market.

Early this morning, he pulled some cabbages from his garden and sold them here.

This has been sitting all morning, and none of the cabbages has been sold successfully!

I can't blame him. I can only say that the cabbages are too ugly, dry and covered with soil. They don't taste good at first sight.

Occasionally, several people came to ask the price, but he was reading with a book in his hand and said, "five Wen."

"The cabbage is dirty. Three Wen."

He continued to read and replied, "it's ugly, but it's just pulled out of the ground. It's fresh."

"It's all wrinkled like this. What's new?"

"How can you look at the surface?"

"Do you sell it or not?"

He thought for a moment, put down his book, looked painfully at the dried cabbages in front of him, raised his head and said to the woman, "since you insist so much, you are somewhat similar to me. Well, three Wen is three Wen."

The woman frowned and wondered why the man was so strange?

But in the end, he paid and packed the cabbage away.

Again and again, he sold out all the cabbages in his hand for three Wen. Holding a small amount of poor silver, he carried an empty basket and prepared to go home.

But I stopped when I passed a book store.

"Song Zhi, Song Zhi, you can't buy any more books today!" He told himself, holding back his impulse, gritted his teeth and continued to walk.

But in the end, he couldn't bear to stop.

Put the empty basket outside!

Wipe the mud off your feet before you go in.

He walked around for a long time, picked out a Book of poems, and paid all the money he got from selling cabbage.

Come out.

May——

His empty basket was gone.

"Hey..." he sighed.

He was going to look for it again, wondering if the naughty children nearby had taken it away.

But I saw the pottery master from a distance.

"Mr. Song!" Lao Tao shouted at him from a distance.

"Master Tao?"

"I found you. Why aren't you at home and come here?" The leader of the pottery class was sweating.

Song Zhi said, "I come out to sell vegetables."

"What kind of food do you sell? Your script is so popular that you will become famous in Yiwu."

"Oh!"

oh

Song Zhi is obviously calm.

Tao was stunned, grabbed his hand and said, "go, go, I have something to talk to you about."

Song Zhi asked seriously, "but about silver?"

"Er!"

"I'm almost finished with the bag of rice you gave me last time. Master Tao, you're really giving charcoal in the snow."

"That..."

"What's the matter? But it didn't sell well? But didn't you just say that you were confused?"

The Tao leader smiled: "you go with me first and talk about the silver together."

"That's OK, just..."

"Just what?"

"I don't know who took away my basket of cabbage. Let me find it."

"That basket is not worth a few Wen. I'll give you one later."

"But..."

"Don't worry, let's go!"

The leader of Tao Gang dragged him to Zhao's class. Song Zhi was still thinking about his basket. After all, he was used to it.