It's not scary to travel through a book, you can change your fate as a cannon fodder by yoursel

Within one hundred days after the emperor's death, the "eight sounds" must be suppressed. The so-called "eight sounds" refer to musical instruments made of gold, stone, silk, bamboo, gourd, earth, leather, and wood. No musical instrument made of these eight materials can be played.

Musical instruments could not be played, and of course operas were not allowed. Strictly speaking, all sounds were not allowed. After the 100 days, it was called "half-opening of the national costumes", and operas could be performed, but various percussion instruments were still not allowed. Whenever there was a percussion instrument, someone had to read it out loud.

Whenever an emperor died, his descendants would not be anxious to mourn or wear mourning clothes, but to fight for and keep the throne.

Only innocent people are the most loyal and obedient. Some people are forced to stop their jobs to make a living. How unfair!

Weng Xiaoxiao could only repeat these words in her heart. Not only her, but no one else had the ability to speak up for this injustice.

Complaining is just a way to vent your anger. It will only be useful if you think of ways to help this family get through the difficult times.

By chatting with Little Fat Tiger, Weng Xiaoxiao learned what operas are often performed now. They are old-fashioned, without any new ideas, and the attendance rate is not high. Their income is very ordinary, just enough to ensure that they don't go hungry.

It is said that one minute on stage takes ten years of hard work off stage. I practice every day, never stopping, never resting, but the results are not satisfactory.

Although Weng Xiaoxiao didn't like opera and didn't understand it very well, she could tell that their singing skills were very good, especially Wen Wen, Fat Tiger's sister, who sang the role of Da Qingyi.

The only thing that can help them out of their predicament in the short term is a new play. As long as the audience is interested, they will naturally not have to worry about not making money.

After sorting out her thoughts, Weng Xiaoxiao began to transcribing the newly-written play. She fled the capital before she even had time to watch a single performance, and she had no idea how the box office would perform.

It took Weng Xiaoxiao two days to write the whole play, and she read it to Wenwen in the morning when she was at home.

Wenwen was very excited after hearing this. It had been a long time since she had rehearsed a new play, and she liked Xiaoqian in this play.

"Weng Xiao, come with me to the theater. Your new play is very good, but I can't make the decision, and I can't afford the script."

"Okay, Sister Wen."

When Dad fell and got injured, Weng Xiao took out this new play, obviously to help them. Wen Wen was very grateful to this little brother.

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After breakfast, Weng Xiaoxiao and Wen Wen went to the back hall of the theater and met the owner of the troupe, a middle-aged man in his thirties.

"Uncle Liu, this is my neighbor Weng Xiao. He has written a new play that I think is very good. I would like you to take a look at it and give me some comments."

Liu Qiang looked up at Weng Xiaoxiao. A teenager writing a play? Is this just a joke?

But Wenwen is now the mainstay of the station, and if she says something good, he can't just ignore her.

He took it and flipped through it casually.

Wen Wen felt a little embarrassed when she saw that Mr. Liu was treating Weng Xiao like that. She smiled apologetically and signaled Weng Xiao to be patient.

Weng Xiaoxiao was naturally not in a hurry. This book had been sold out in Beijing, so it was impossible for it not to work here, unless this person didn't know the value of it.

I do have some confidence in this. Of course, there are many good horses, but there are few good horse trainers. There is nothing you can do if you meet someone who doesn't know the value of his skills.

Liu Qiang went from being nonchalant to sitting upright, and his expression was full of wonderful changes as the plot changed.

Just looking at this posture, Weng Xiao felt relieved, and the only thing left was how to negotiate the deal.

Making some money before the national mourning will benefit everyone.

"Mr. Weng, this script is really great. I haven't seen such a wonderful new play in a long time. You must sell it to me. We can negotiate the price."

"Boss Liu, I came here with Sister Wen today out of sincerity. The Wen family and I live next door to each other. Uncle Wen was injured and the family was in financial difficulty, so I wrote this play. Therefore, before we discuss business, I hope Sister Wen will play the role of Xiao Qian. I won't interfere with anything else."

Liu Qiang smiled and said that with this request, the price would be much easier to negotiate.

"Wenwen is the mainstay of my troupe, so naturally she will be the main character, and I am willing to support her. If you have a new play in the future, please keep our troupe in mind, Master Weng."

"Master Liu, I came from the capital. The current emperor is getting old, so we have to hurry up and stage a new play."

After listening to this, Liu Qiang looked up at Weng Xiao. Was this what he was thinking? He didn't dare to ask.

"Thank you for your advice, sir. We won't do anything idle. Please name a price."

"I sold it for fifty taels in the capital. Naturally, we can't afford that price here. You can decide how much to pay."

Liu Qiang's mouth twitched. "Mr. Weng, you've probably lived here for a while. The living standard here can't be compared with that in the capital, and the price is naturally incomparable. We don't know how the audience will respond yet. It takes a lot of money to stage a new play, and the clothes and props all cost money. I can only give you ten taels, is that okay?"

It was similar to what Weng Xiaoxiao expected. In order to save time, she didn't care about it.

"It's a deal. Let's just consider it as making friends. Boss Liu, let's sign the contract today. You can start rehearsing the new play in the morning and make money early."

"Mr. Weng, please be frank. I am grateful for your good words. You are welcome to visit and give guidance during the rehearsal."

Weng Xiaoxiao waved her hands. She didn't want to run out in the hot weather. It wasn't like she really understood or loved drama. "Master Liu, you're too polite. I'm an outsider and I don't dare to be a director. Let's rehearse as soon as possible. This is the most important thing."

"Yes, yes, we must stage the show in the shortest possible time."

She couldn't remember the exact month, but that was that summer, so she had to race against time to perform more shows and earn more money.

After signing the contract, Weng Xiaoxiao left, and the rest of the matters would naturally be taken care of by someone else.

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Troupe leader Liu was a practical man. When he heard that there was no time to make new costumes, he took apart and patched up the old ones to put together a few sets for the main characters to wear.

Everything was prepared in full swing. Those who were not rehearsing were making props. There was no idle person in the troupe, even Fat Tiger was captured and made a ghost.

"Brother, Brother Weng Xiao, open the door quickly." Fat Tiger was always very anxious every time he knocked on the door, and he never got impatient about other things.

After Weng Xiaoxiao understood his temper, she no longer rushed to open the door in a hurry.

"Are you free today?" Weng Xiaoxiao smiled and touched Fat Tiger's little head.

"Here, tickets for tomorrow's show. Great seats!"

"Is the play ready?"

"Yes, my sister is too busy, so she asked me to deliver the tickets and invite you to watch the first show."

"Thank you, I will definitely go. Come on Fat Tiger, you performed well, I will treat you to some candy."

Fat Tiger tilted his head back, his eyes narrowed into a line, "It's a deal, brother, don't cheat. Although I don't quite understand the whole play, they all said it was good and praised brother for his talent!"

"Brother, you're awesome!" This is the phrase Weng Xiaoxiao often uses to praise little Fat Tiger. The little guy learned and used it immediately and gave it back to his master.