"Finally finished ......"

At sunset, Liu Xiucai finished copying the last word, and subconsciously threw the pen in his hand on the ground, not wanting to pick it up again.

Just after a short rest, the shouts of monks were heard outside.

He hurriedly answered, struggled to stand up, cleaned up the messy paper, folded it, formed a large stack, and sent it out, and couldn't help but slander in his heart: "They all say that the family is compassionate, but the monks of the White Horse Temple are like ghosts urging life......"

After taking the scriptures, the monk said: "Liu Xiucai, I will send it to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for acceptance, I hope there is no problem." ”

Hearing this, Liu Xiucai couldn't help but snort - he fought for five or six hours in a row, during which he didn't have time to eat, he was dizzy, and it was inevitable that something would go wrong. If you don't pass the test, it will be miserable.

However, at this time, it is useless to say more, only to pray for the blessing of the Buddha, and raise the noble hand on the side of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and not to account for some minor flaws.

When I returned to the room, I thought about it and thought about it, but I always felt unsure. I brought a basin of cold water, put a handful on my face, and beat my whole body to dispel sleepiness.

About half an hour later, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps outside.

Hearing the governor, Liu Xiucai secretly complained.

"Liu Xiucai, Liu Xiucai, come out quickly!"

Hesitantly, he had to come out hard, and saw that behind the monk was an old monk, looking at his clothes, he knew that his status was not low.

"You are Liu Xiucai, who copied the scriptures?"

"It's Xiaosheng. ”

The old monk raised his hand and held a piece of rice paper: "Let me ask you, what's going on with this pen and ink?"

Liu Xiucai opened his eyes wide and couldn't help but let out an "ah". Busy said: "Master, this poster." It was a small student who made a mistake in a hurry and accidentally mixed it into the scriptures. ”

The old monk nodded. Q: "You wrote it?"

Liu Xiucai was startled, and hurriedly waved his hand: "No, it was obtained by chance." ”

"Do you know who did it?"

Liu Xiucai shook his head and replied honestly: "I don't know." ”

But the drum is beating in my heart, and I don't know why.

The old monk groaned for a while, and suddenly said: "Liu Xiucai, how about transferring this note to the poor monk?"

The monk explained on the side: "Liu Xiucai, this is the master of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and he loves calligraphy the most in his life. ”

Liu Xiucai was relieved. He smiled and said, "If the master likes it, take it." ”

The master said, "How can it be like this...... Well, so be it, I'll give you five hundred dollars, what do you think?"

"What?"

Liu Xiucai almost jumped up.

He went to pick up Ye Junsheng's words, he didn't think too much, he just thought that the words were good, and he could use them as a blueprint when he took them back, and that's it.

Never dared to think about it. Such a copybook can be sold for money.

Without it, it is only because the calligraphy itself is crumpled into a ball, and the creases are all over. To put it bluntly, this is a bad picture.

Plus no attribution. Without a seal, it is not a formal calligraphy work at all, and it is worse than a draft.

Can words like this be sold for money?

Do you really think it's a book saint Mobao?

Just one word. can be sold at a high price.

For a while, Liu Xiucai was a little dizzy. Can't turn a corner.

The master said: "Why, Xiucai is not afraid of low prices?"

Liu Xiucai woke up like a dream. Hurriedly said: "Don't dare, but I have more than a dozen." ”

The master's eyes lit up, and he took a step forward: "Is it all from the hands of one person?" Take it out quickly, each painting is 500 wen, how many old men want." ”

Hearing this, Liu Xiucai almost cried: "But I, burned all the ...... last night"

The heart is dripping blood, if it is not burned, how much can it be sold for? With this money, where do you need to send people under the fence and swallow your anger? You can live in the famous "Gaoke Inn" in Beijing and talk with talented people from all directions.

Regret.

"What, you're all burned?"

The master stomped his foot fiercely, looking at his expression, as if it was more painful than Liu Xiucai.

......

The place where the second son of Ximen established the "Peking Opera Troupe" is located in the western district of Jingshi, named "Jinyuan".

The place is quite large, pavilions and pavilions, all available, among which there are rockeries and flowing waters, the scenery is very pleasant.

The buildings in the courtyard are divided into music clubs, singing clubs, miscellaneous clubs, etc., according to their functions, with a clear division of labor and complete functions.

At this stage, more than 30 people have been recruited. In the industry, it is a relatively large group.

It can be seen that the second son of Ximen agreed to run a miscellaneous troupe, which was by no means perfunctory, and he really put a lot of effort into it.

After looking around, Ye Junsheng said he was very satisfied. Ye Junmei looked around curiously, and when he met the master inside, he kept asking questions, looking very interested.

I didn't know, I thought she wanted to learn art and perform on stage.

The head of the squad is called "Lao Wang Zhang", who went south and north, and led a group in many state capitals, and this time he was dug by the second son of Ximen and sat in Jinyuan.

He was responsible for receiving the Ye brothers and sisters, and the second son of Ximen went back to Yangzhou early.

In the living room, the guests and hosts sat down and served tea, during which Ye Junmei asked about the rehearsal of "The Legend of the Matchmaker".

Lao Wang Zhang frowned and said, "May I ask if this was originally written by Miss Ye?"

Ye Junmei nodded.

"Ahem, please forgive the old man for saying bluntly, this script is a bit out of place. ”

Nowadays, it is appropriate to be a "beautiful talent", but there are beautiful women and talented people in "The Legend of the Red Lady", the problem is that God unfolds, God turns, and the talented man is finally "robbed" by the maid and slave maid next to the beauty.

What kind of drama is this?

Lao Wang Zhang is experienced, and he doesn't know how many scripts he has in his hand, but he has never seen such a plot, which is quite difficult to accept.

It's not that he is stubborn, but based on a lifetime of experience, he feels that if the troupe spends energy on rehearsing this play, it is likely that the bamboo basket will draw water and the income will be dismal.

This is something he does not want to see, and he does not want to lose his reputation for half a lifetime.

When the second son of Ximen was leaving, he never revealed Ye Junsheng's origin - this was also specially instructed by Ye Junsheng, he was unwilling to reveal his identity, and he publicized it, causing many onlookers.

Maybe his identity has long been known by some well-intentioned people, but the other party has a plan, so it has not been exposed.

Therefore, for the Ye brothers and sisters, Lao Wang Zhang was polite on the surface, but he didn't take it to heart in essence.

Hearing his comment, Ye Jun's eyebrows turned a little red, and he said: "Team leader, because the trend has not changed for many years, it is appropriate to deposit, and occasionally change the routine, maybe it can make everyone refresh and think it looks good." ”

Lao Wang Zhang smiled: "Miss Ye's words are wrong, the world is popular, and she acts according to habits." If you feel that the play doesn't match, you won't watch it at all. ”

It is impossible to distinguish a person from a person who is ugly in words. So Ye Junsheng spoke directly: "Team leader, Ximen Gongzi should have been ordered, you can rehearse according to the script, as for the rest, there is no need to worry." ”

Lao Wang Zhang was speechless for a moment, in the Tianhua Dynasty, the status of the Lingren can be called lowly, and he has no right to speak, but ......

He secretly said in his heart: "I must analyze it and let Ximen Gongzi know, how can I come nonsense." ”

You must know that the cost of rehearsing a script on a large scene is not a small amount. (To be continued.) )

PS: I recommend a new book of Xianxia "Reborn as a Mountain", the author "sees the end of the world at a glance", the book number is "2841013", there is an endless earth in the world, thirty-three days.

Thirty-three days away, for the fairy world.

People and immortals are not connected.

In an accident, Shen An was reborn as a mountain, and since then, there has been an additional Tongtian Divine Peak between heaven and earth.

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