Happy Little Scholar

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"Grandpa, are we really leaving?" At the door of the brothel, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy looked back at the empty brothel, with a nostalgic look on his face.

"We are leaving..." The storyteller surnamed Sun sighed, and helplessness appeared on his wrinkled old face, and there was also some reluctance in his turbid old eyes.

I have been to countless places in my life, and I don’t know how many times I have experienced such a parting feeling, but every time, I have a completely different feeling from the past.

People are not plants, and it is naturally false to say that they have no feelings for this place, but being able to survive by relying on this craft is the most important thing. While he is not too old to walk, save some money to settle down, find a new livelihood for his children, and he can close his eyes peacefully before leaving.

There are still many figures in the brothel, most of whom are actors who are packing up their things. After the boy took another look, he turned around and carried the bag on his back.

These sisters and brothers who have been together almost day and night, I am afraid that they will never have the chance to see each other again in the future.

"Let's go."

The old man's voice was slightly deep, and he walked straight ahead without looking inside again.

The young man followed him closely, looking back every three steps until he reached another exit of the theater, and suddenly a voice came from behind.

"Grandpa Sun, wait a minute!"

A clear and pleasant female voice, the young man turned his head and looked at the girl who was chasing him breathlessly, and finally a hint of surprise appeared on his face.

"Sister Xiaozhu!"

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After a while, including the old man surnamed Sun, dozens of actors gathered in the brothel again and surrounded Wan Ruoqing and Xiaozhu.

"What, he is willing to provide us with stories and scripts?" The wrinkles on the face of the old man surnamed Sun were twisted into flowers, and there was no longer any melancholy as before.

"It's not free, he also wants to be paid." Xiaozhu reminded on the side.

"That's natural, that's natural."

The old man nodded repeatedly, but she was secretly sighing in her heart. She had asked the young man several times, but failed to get what she wanted. She looked up at Wan Ruoqing and thought that Miss Wan was still capable. It is said that since ancient times, talented men have been unable to resist the temptation of beauty. The ancients made sense...

"That's all he said. Whether to go or stay depends on everyone's opinions." Wan Ruoqing said with a smile.

"I'll stay."

"I'll stay too."

"If there are good stories and scripts, of course we won't leave."

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The reason why everyone left before was nothing more than because they couldn't attract enough guests and were forced to make a living. If they could live a stable life, who would be willing to wander around? The future is unknown, and there is a great possibility that it will be more difficult than it is now. In the current situation, good stories and scripts are what they need, just like "Painted Skin" a few days ago. If there are such stories continuously, there will be no such worries in the future.

"I wonder how much the young master wants to be paid..." The old man turned his head and looked at Wan Ruoqing and said.

In Wa City, good scripts are often fought over by many people, and the price is not cheap. In their current situation, they have no extra money to buy them.

Li Yi just told her about this matter. He did not say the specific amount, but got paid by taking a cut of the profit.

This method is more suitable for them who can't afford much money, and immediately conveyed Li Yi's meaning to everyone.

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Li Yi soon received the reply from the actors. He can take 40% of the profit from the performance. It was the little girl who told him while lying on the wall.

This number is more than Li Yi expected. According to his original plan, it is enough to get 20% or 30%.

This matter is just to help Wan Ruoqing, and he didn't think of making money from this. When he goes to the brothel in the future, he should be able to see more interesting things.

He has told Wan Ruoqing the idea of ​​the stage play. As for the more detailed aspects, I believe they are more professional than him, so there is no need to worry too much.

I have nothing to do these days, so I wrote a few short stories from Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio. The original stories are not long and don't take much time.

Although I can't make much money, a little bit of money is still meat. A little bit adds up to a lot, and a corner of the mansion is settled.

"Painted Skin" and "Ying Ning" were deceived by the little pig girl with a few pieces of osmanthus cake. After writing "A Chinese Ghost Story", they were handed to her from the wall. It is estimated that these are enough for them to be busy for a while.

Costumes, props, lines, and makeup all need to be carefully prepared.

Of course, there is also the background music that Li Yi specifically reminded her of. Dry performances are boring. Although many innate conditions cannot be met due to the backwardness of the times, BGM is indispensable to create a terrifying atmosphere. If they are not scared to death, how can they happily pay for their money.

"You look okay. It seems that your body has recovered well." A voice came from behind. Li Yi turned his head and saw Li Mingzhu, the head of the Li police, who had not seen him for a while, standing in the yard.

Li Xuan, who had not been seen for a few days, stood beside her. His face was still as haggard as the last time he saw her. It seemed that he had been suffering from pre-marital anxiety recently.

"Except for a few minor internal injuries, he has almost recovered."

Now, except for not being able to do too strenuous exercise, he is almost the same as an ordinary person in other aspects.

"Since you are well, go back to the county office as soon as possible." Li Mingzhu looked at him and said.

Li Yi's expression froze. Is he still a man? As the saying goes, it takes a hundred days to heal a broken bone. He has suffered a more serious internal injury. It has only been half a month. Why go back to the county office!

His face changed, and he suddenly covered his chest with a painful expression on his face, "No, I feel like my internal injury has suddenly relapsed. Xiaohuan, help me go back to the room to rest."

"Okay, okay, don't pretend." Li Mingzhu waved her hand and looked at him with disdain, "When you feel you are well, go to the county office again."

After he assigned all the affairs to the people below, the role of the county lieutenant was not so great. His father wanted to hone him in this position, but Li Mingzhu, who knew him, knew that even if he was not injured, he would have all kinds of lazy ways.

The princess's suggestion is very good. His internal injuries are not light, and it will take about half a year to recover completely.

Turning to look at Li Xuan, he asked, "How come you have time to come out today? Did the old man give you a day off?"

Li Xuan shook his head and said, "No, I made a bet with him about which of two stones of different sizes would fall to the ground first..."

Before he finished speaking, Li Yi understood.

After this bet, the old man probably no longer had the heart to educate Li Xuan. Finding a corner to think about life is the most likely thing to do.

At an age when half a foot is about to step into the coffin, Li Xuan destroyed his worldview. I can only wish the old man well in my heart and hope he can get through it...

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