"Finally finished..."

At sunset, Liu Xiucai finished copying the last word, subconsciously threw the pen in his hand on the ground, and no longer wanted to pick it up.

Just after a moment of rest, the monk's cry came from outside.

He responded hurriedly, stood up hard, packed the messy paper, folded it into a large stack, held it and sent it out, and couldn't help but complain in his heart: "Everyone says that monks are compassionate, but the monks in White Horse Temple are like death-seeking ghosts..."

After taking the scriptures, the monk said, "Liu Xiucai, I will send it to the Sutra Library for acceptance, I hope there is no problem."

Hearing this, Liu Xiucai couldn't help but fight for five or six hours, and he didn't have time to eat during this period. He was dizzy and could not help but make some mistakes. If he failed, it would be miserable.

However, at this time, it is useless to say more. I can only pray for the Buddha's blessing. The Sutra Pavilion is proud and will not care about some minor flaws.

I returned to the room and thought about it all the time, but I felt uneasy. I brought a basin of cold water, scooped it on my face, and shivered all over my body to dispel my sleepiness.

About half an hour later, a sudden sound of rapid footsteps came from outside.

When Liu Xiucai heard the news, he complained secretly.

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

He was confused and had no choice but to step out, and when he saw the monk behind him, he followed an old monk. Looking at his clothes, he knew that his status was not low.

"Are you Liu Xiucai, who copied scriptures?"

"It's the young actor."

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 say "Ah". He hurriedly said, "Master, this copybook is a child who made a mistake in a hurry and accidentally got mixed in the scriptures."

The old monk nodded and asked, "Did you write it?"

Liu Xiucai was startled and waved his hand quickly: "No, it's a chance."

"Can you know who did it?"

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

But my heart was full of anxiety and I didn't understand why.

The old monk pondered for a moment and suddenly said, "Liu Xiucai, how about transferring this copybook to me?"

The monk from Zhike explained on the side: "Liu Xiucai, this is Master Leyuan from the Sutra Pavilion. He loves calligraphy the most in his life."

Liu Xiucai was relieved and smiled and said, "Master likes it, just take it."

Master Leyuan said, "How can this be done... Well, I will give you five hundred cents, what do you think?"

"What?"

Liu Xiucai almost jumped up.

He went to pick up Ye Junsheng's calligraphy, but didn't think too much, but just thought the calligraphy was good and he could take it back as a copybook, that's it.

Never dared to think that such copybooks can be sold for money.

There is nothing else, just because the copybook itself is crumpled into a ball and has a full fold. To put it bluntly, this is a bad word.

Plus, there is no signature or seal, it is not a formal copybook at all, and it is worse than a draft.

Can any such words be sold for money?

Do you really think it is a calligraphy saint?

Any word can be sold at a high price.

For a moment, Liu Xiucai was a little dizzy. He couldn't turn around.

Master Leyuan said: "What, does the scholar think the price is low?"

Liu Xiucai woke up from his dream and hurriedly said, "I dare not, but I have more than a dozen pictures."

Master Leyuan's eyes shone and took a step forward: "Are there any? Are they all from the hands of one person? Take it out quickly, each painting is 500, and many monks want it."

After hearing this, Liu Xiucai almost burst into tears: "But I, I burned it last night..."

My heart is bleeding. If I don’t burn it, how much can I sell it for more than 10 or 20 pieces? With this money, how can I still need to rely on others and swallow my anger? I can live in the famous "High-tech Inn" in the capital and talk to the talented men from all over the world.

Regret too much.

"What, you've burned?"

Master Leyuan stomped his feet hard, and looked at his expression, as if he felt more painful than Liu Xiucai.

...

The place where the second young master of Ximen established the "Peking Opera Troupe" is located in the western district of the capital, called "Jinyuan".

The place is quite large, with pavilions and towers, all available; there are rockery and flowing water, and the scenery is very pleasant.

The buildings in the yard are divided into musical clubs, singing clubs, miscellaneous parts, etc. according to their functions, with 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.

From this we can see that the second young master Ximen agreed to run a zaju troupe, which was definitely not perfunctory, but actually put in a lot of money.

After looking around, Ye Junsheng expressed his satisfaction. Ye Junmei looked around curiously. When she met the master inside, she kept asking questions, looking very interested.

I didn't know it at any time, but I thought she wanted to learn the arts and performed on stage.

The headman was called "Lao Wang Zhang". He traveled around the country and led a group in many prefectures. This time, he was poached by the second son of Ximen and stayed in Jinyuan.

He was responsible for receiving the Ye brothers and sisters, and the second young master of Ximen had already returned to Yangzhou.

In the living room, the host and guests sat down and had tea. During this period, Ye Junmei asked about the drill situation of "The Legend of the Matchmaker".

Lao Wang Zhang frowned and said, "Is this story written by Miss Ye?"

Ye Junmei nodded.

"Well, please forgive me for saying that this is a bit out of place."

Today is the right time, and he is a "beautiful and talented man". In "The Legend of Matchmaker", there are beautiful women and talented men. The problem is that the gods unfold and the gods turn. The talented man was finally "robbed" by the maids and servants around the beauty.

What kind of drama is this?

Lao Wang and Zhang are experienced and have not known how many story books they have arranged, but they have never seen such a plot, which is quite difficult to accept.

It’s not that he is always stubborn, but based on his lifelong experience, he feels that if the troupe spends time rehearsing the show, it is likely that he will get water from a bamboo basket and the benefits will be bleak.

This is something he didn't want to see, and he was even more unwilling to lose his reputation for it for half a lifetime.

When the second young master Ximen left, he never pointed out the origin of Ye Junsheng. This was also what Ye Junsheng specifically told him. He was unwilling to reveal his identity and went out to show off, which attracted many onlookers.

Perhaps his identity has been seen by some people who are interested, but the other party has made some plans, so it has not been exposed.

Therefore, Lao Wang and Zhang were polite on the surface to the Ye brothers and sisters, but in fact they did not take it seriously.

Hearing his comments, Ye Junmei's face turned a little red and said, "Taiwan, because the trend has not changed for many years, it is appropriate to deposit it timely. If you change the routine occasionally, it may refresh everyone and think it looks very good."

Lao Wang Zhang smiled: "Ms. Ye's words are bad. People's hearts should be followed by habits. If you think the acting is not in line with your situation, you will not come to see it at all."

It is impossible to tell the difference between such a question and debate. So Ye Junsheng said directly: "Taiwan, Mr. Ximen should have given instructions. You can rehearse according to the script. As for the rest, there is no need to worry."

Lao Wang and Zhang were speechless. In the Tianhua Dynasty, the status of actors was humble and had no right to speak, but...

He said in his heart: "I must analyze the greatness and let Mr. Ximen know, how can I do it nonsense?"

You should know that rehearsing a storybook in a large-scale scene is not a small amount of expenses.

ps: Recommend a new book on Xianxia "Rebirth as a Mountain", the author "At a glance, the end of the world", the book number is "2841013", there is endless earth in the world, thirty-three days.

Thirty-three days away, it is the fairy world.

The human immortals are not connected.

An accident, Chen An was reborn as a mountain. Since then, there has been an additional Tiantian Peak between heaven and earth.

It is called: not perfect!

If you like, please go and enjoy it!
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