The opera troupes in Beijing are all non-local teams, and if the non-local teams want to make a living at the feet of the Son of Heaven, they have to worship the dock, hand over stickers, and beg the local characters with heads and faces to cover them, otherwise they will want to start the gong.

The Song class worships Guixiang, the owner of Juchun Building, and this name sounds like a flag man, but he is actually a Han person. However, everyone in the industry knows that Guixiang's owner is also in name, and the real master lives in Mancheng, and it is difficult for ordinary people to see each other.

Nowadays, all the professions that can make money in Beijing basically have a banner background, otherwise you will not be able to settle the two yamen of Shuntianfu and Wucheng Terracotta Division.

Many Han people do business in Beijing, and in order to seek peace, they have to ask someone to find a relationship in the city and give away a share of dry shares. If you don't want anything else, you want to have peace of mind, and businessmen who want to be found fault with every day. The shop at the foot of the Son of Heaven is going to be forced to close, and the loss is great.

The front door is the largest gold cave in Beijing, and any of the eight major alleys is the most prosperous entertainment street in this era.

In all dynasties and generations, the entertainment industry is a good business to make a lot of money.

In recent years, as a large number of foreign opera troupes have moved into Qianmen, the "flow" has risen even more, so that officials from other places who go to Beijing on business must change into civilian clothes and go to Qianmen for on-the-spot inspections after sunset.

The Song class worships Guixiang's wharf, but the three happy classes gather in the Spring Building in a mutually beneficial nature.

The Sanxi class brings customers to Juchunlou, and Juchunlou further excavates these customers, so that the troupe makes money, Juchunlou also earns money, and the two sides take what they need, and the cooperation is harmonious for more than a month.

In other larger Qinglou Hutongs, there are usually several theater troupes that cooperate with each other, performing different plays every day, always keeping them fresh, and the number of high-rollers who go to Juchun Lou is much higher than that of Juchun Lou.

This will Gui Xiang not be in the building.

Although the head of the Song squad was a little panicked, he thought that his team had never offended anyone after coming to Beijing, and when he came to see that the young master of the banner man was not like the master and servant who were looking for trouble, he decided to come down and asked what was going on very politely.

"You're the class leader?"

Jia Liu moved the bird cage on the table to the side, put two walnuts into his pocket, and then pushed his hard work for several nights in front of the class master, crossed Erlang's legs and said: "Master, I made up my own play, and I bothered the class master to take a look and see if I could arrange it." ”

"Rehearsal?"

The head of the Song class was a little surprised, the son of the banner man in front of him looked like he was seventeen or eighteen years old, no matter how he looked at it, he looked like a gentleman who didn't learn and didn't know how to do it, this kind of person can make up a play?

I was suspicious, but I didn't dare to show it on my face, and I took the script on the table with "Hey, it's good" in my mouth, and looked at what the name of the play was, and I didn't know which dynasty this Galileo was a loyal servant and righteous man.

opened the play book and took a closer look, there was nothing unusual on his face before, but gradually his brows were tightened, because he had never heard of the content of this play, and the characters in it had never heard of it.

"This son, your three-class trial drama is a good show, and the lyrics are not bad, but it's very lively, but... It's just that my Sanxi class is a small team, this is really going to inherit the play of the son, if I smash the performance, I am afraid that the mood of the son will be ruined, and the name of the son will be smashed..."

The head of the Song class didn't want to take on this messy play, but after all, the other party was a flag man, and he couldn't reply directly, so he euphemistically said that the level of his team was limited, and he wanted to ask Jia Liu to invite Gao Ming.

"Sensei is talking nonsense to the master here, let's talk about it, how much silver are you willing to make this play!"

In Jia Liu's previous life, the unit was specially responsible for receiving visitors, and he was particularly accurate in seeing people and things. When the class master said the first sentence, he knew what he was thinking, so he didn't bother to talk nonsense with the class master, and directly asked how much money he could do.

For Jia Liu now, time is money.

And money is a pile of dung for him.

Although, his Jia family is also short of dung now.

But the things that can be solved with dung can always be made up by urinating twice and squatting twice.

In a word, an offer.

When it comes to this, even if the Song class owner really doesn't look down on this messy three-hall trial play, he must make a price in the spirit of a businessman. It's one thing to set a price, but if you don't even open a price, you will look down on people and offend them.

"The prince really looks down on my team, and it's not impossible if you have to let us platoon, but at least three hundred taels of silver."

The price offered by the Song class master was based on the fact that he didn't want to take this play, because he thought that if the Sanxi class acted according to the content of this play, it would probably ruin his reputation.

"What? Three hundred taels! You might as well snatch it! ”

Jia Liu, as the master, has not yet said that Yang Zhi, as a servant, is already angry.

How many times he and the old man and the young master have been in and out of this front door, I don't know how many big and small dramas he has listened to, and where he doesn't know the market of these ninth-rate people. Under normal circumstances, if there is a new drama on the market, the troupe will take the initiative to rush to rehearse and give money!

The young master's situation is special, after all, he is not famous, and it is unrealistic for the troupe to rush to give money, but it will not cost three hundred taels!

He sat in the lobby for a long time, eating a few bowls of melon seeds, and the guy only accepted him five big sons.

"Young master, let's go to another house, this class master is black-hearted, don't talk nonsense with him!" Yang Zhi, who was not angry, picked up the young master's birdcage and was about to leave.

Jia Liu is also angry here, the class owner is a little unkind, before he came, he inquired about the market of the Beijing opera troupe, and estimated that it would be possible to ask them to discharge more than 100 taels of the play, but the class owner opened his mouth for 300 taels, which was double the market price, which was really unacceptable.

You must know that his father Jia Daquan's hereditary cloud cavalry captain is only 85 taels a year, and the rations that his Jia family receives from Qili every year are only more than 20 taels, if he agrees to give 300 taels, it means that his Jia family will not eat or drink for three years.

Jia Liu really wanted to agree, and when he turned around, his father Jia Daquan knew that he could strangle him alive.

Even more than a hundred taels is actually enough to choke, because Jia Liu has no money at all.

He planned to borrow 20 taels from each of his two married sisters, and then steal his father's Yun Cavalry Captain card to the money bank to mortgage and borrow 100 taels, so as to make up the start-up capital for entering the Qing Dynasty political arena.

It was not Jia Liu's initiative to mortgage the brand of Yun Cavalry to borrow money from Qian Zhuang, but the idea of his father Jia Daquan when he was young, and now it is a common phenomenon in Qiren families.

For example, the court of the Jia family, the brand of the cloud cavalry captain, gives 85 taels a year, and borrows 100 taels from the bank, and it is impossible for the money village not to borrow, because they know that it is impossible for the owner of the brand to throw the 85 taels that cannot be beaten in the river every year for 100 taels.

Therefore, for the money bank, it is a profitable and loss-making business.

There are many such things in the Eight Banners, and many people's children spend all day and night drinking and eating empty mountains, how can there be no time when there is no green and yellow.

is also a banner man, the full eight banners are more noble than the eight banners of the Han Dynasty, but he is full of eight banners and divided into three flags and five flags, and there are millions of people in the eight banners, but not everyone in every family has someone who is an official in the court.

There are broken settlements.

From the project determination to the implementation of funds, everything is in Jia Liu's control

When the play was rehearsed, there was a sensation, and when I entered the palace, the old lady was happy, and Lord Qianlong summoned me, but I was afraid that I would not be able to repay the one hundred taels of money in Qianzhuang?

The idea is good, and the two sisters treat Jia Liu really well, and they are not afraid that they will not borrow.

The problem is that the class owner now wants three hundred taels, where is Jia Liu going?

All the money in the plan is in place, and he is half of it.

Seeing that the son of the banner man was silent, the master of the Song class was afraid that the other party would make trouble for himself after thinking too much, so he explained that there were more than 60 people in their troupe and their guys, and if they took over the play of Galileo in the third trial, the whole troupe would have to move.

However, the normal repertoire performances every day cannot be stopped, so I can only find time to rehearse. In this way, there must be complaints from the top and bottom of the troupe, even if he is the head of the class, he can't force others to rehearse, so in the end, he still has to use money to solve it. And this three-trial drama highlights a lively one, and the script also draws a lot of new lines at the end, which all have to be spent on addition. In the end, the silver is not old or young.

Another reason why the Song class master is embarrassed to say it, that is, since the drama of the three trials has been arranged, it must be staged, the problem is that this mess can be watched by guests?

At that time, they will definitely lose, and this part of the lost money naturally cannot be borne by their Sanxi class.

"The prince really wants to call the Sanxi class to rehearse this play, and the villain also gives the truth, at least two hundred and sixty taels."

The Song class leader lowered forty taels by himself, but he didn't want to make this deal, but gave the flag man in front of him a step in disguise.

"Young master, let's go, it's too expensive."

Don't say two hundred and sixty taels, it's twenty-six taels, Yang Zhi doesn't want to, who knows what kind of madness the young master is going to do today, what kind of drama is going to be rehearsed...

The young master put down Erlang's legs, knocked lightly on the table, leaned forward, and asked the class master: "No discussion?" ”

The head of the Song class shook his head, thinking in his heart that the family of this flag man must not be very noble, so most of them can't get this money, so it's better to leave quickly, don't delay him to get busy with business.

I don't want to, but the flag man in front of him got up and stood up, and then dropped a sentence: "Two hundred and sixty taels is two hundred and sixty taels, you wait, I will come over with the silver tomorrow, and then you will give me a good rehearsal, and the master will not treat you badly." ”

After speaking, Jia Liu picked up his hard work and turned around and walked out of Juchun Tower.

Seeing this, Yang Zhi hurriedly followed, but chattered along the way.

"Young master, let's not line up, what about two hundred and sixty taels, where can we get this silver?"

"Young master, there are no valuable things in the house that have been sold, and what can be sold has already been stolen by you..."

"Young master, young master, you wait for me, wait for me!"

“......”

What Yang Zhi said, Jia Liu didn't listen to a word, he would be full of silver.

Two hundred and sixty taels is actually still expensive, but it is worth the money, and when he thinks of the high return after the old lady is happy, Jia Liu will also implement this investment by smashing the pot and selling iron.

How to implement the law?

Yun Cavalry Captain plus the identity of the flag man, there is no problem with borrowing 200 taels from Qian Zhuang, but the interest rate is high. If Qian Zhuang didn't borrow it, Jia Liu would still have a backhand, that is, to steal some of the dozens of acres of land deed left after his father was defeated by his father and mortgage it.

Anyway, the money had to be scraped together.

The price, it's a big deal to be beaten up by Jia Daquan again.

Take 10,000 steps back, after Jia Daquan's death, all the things of the Jia family belonged to him Jia Liu, and now it is just an overdraft in advance, what's the big deal.

All the way, it is really like an arrow (stealing the heart like an arrow).

The Jia family was a member of the Han Army, so they lived in Mancheng, the inner city of the former Ming Dynasty.

After the founding of the Qing Dynasty, the inner city of Beijing was transformed into a full city, except for the bannermen and officials, the Han people in the outer city were not allowed to enter. If they are discovered, they will be killed, and they will be exiled to Ningguta or the bitter cold land in the northwest.

The Jia family belonged to the Han Army's Zhenglan Banner, so like the Manchurian Zhenglan Banner and the Mongolian Zhenglan Banner, they all lived in the area of residence in Chongwenmen.

Because the old lady of the Jia family, Jia Taibao, is an important minister in the court, the courtyard of the Jia family is actually not bad in terms of geographical environment, and it is close to the Xiliu Hutong of the Manchurian Blue Banner.

Entering the alley and arriving at the door of the house, Yang Zhi was still there to persuade the young master not to do stupid things, and his head was big when Jia Liu's ears were heard, and he glared at Yang Zhi angrily and said: "You don't tell the old guy, how can you know that he is drunk and smoked every day?" ”

"But,"

"Nothing!"

Jia Liu put his hands behind his back, looked at the only slave of the Jia family, and said seriously: "Zhuzhu, you have to take a long-term view, now I am a young master, what about the future?" ”

Bolt pillar is Yang Zhi's nickname.

"In the future? Of course, the young master is the master. ”

Yang Zhi's answer made Jia Liu very satisfied, and when he was about to point out the nature and importance of the master, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps in the courtyard, and then the closed courtyard door was opened, and a chubby old man appeared in Jia Liu's sight with a panicked face.

The old man is his father Jia Daquan.

Without waiting for Jia Liu to ask his father what he was doing in a hurry, his father stepped forward and grabbed his good son, and pulled him out of the alley without saying anything.

This made Jia Liu confused, and he said angrily while breaking free from Jia Daquan: "Old guy, what are you pulling me for?" ”

"Go with my father to the Yamen!"

Jia Daquan, who has been fighting with his baby son for several years and has been stunned several times, scolded the "little rabbit cub" without breaking his mouth this time, and then slapped him twice, but dragged his son to the alley like a gold star when the sky fell.

"What are you doing when you go to the Yamen, I won't go, I still have something to do, I want to go to you by yourself..."

Jia Liu didn't want to miss the great opportunity to go to Jia Daquan's room to rummage through the cabinets, and tried his best to break free from this crooked "upper beam" who couldn't be crooked anymore.

In addition to the bad problems of the predecessor, it is related to the current environment in which the children of the flag people only know pleasure, and it is also inseparable from this old man who is not right.

"You kid has a piece of! Don't be tough, something is wrong, hurry up and go with Dad, it's too late! ”

Although Jia Daquan is fat, his body has already been corroded by wine, and he is already out of breath after running such a distance.

"What's wrong?"

Jia Liu realized that something might really happen, otherwise Jia Daquan, who would not have been able to help the oil pot if it fell down, would not be so anxious and panicked.

"Dutong Yamen has put our family on the flag list, if you don't go to the yamen with your father, Ming'er and we will be Han people in the countryside!"

Jia Daquan was so anxious that he picked up the iron plate of the hereditary cloud cavalry captain in his hand and slapped it at the door of his head, "After my Jia family is a hero, the old lady has made great contributions to the Qing Dynasty, your father, your father and I have also shed blood for the Qing Dynasty, how can they treat our Jia family like this!" ”

The voice is sorrowful, and it is almost crying.

"Horn!"

The birdcage in Jia Liu's hand fell to the ground with a bang in the aftermath of his father's Daquan.

What's that?

The children of the Eight Banners who said that they would rest with the country!