Traveling through history leaving a name

Chapter 221 Questions and Answers
"How does Mr. Lang prove that you are Yang Sanlang from Zhongwa?"

Xin Yaoqin asked Zhang Qingfeng with a smile.

Just now, when the person in front of him said that he was Yang Sanlang who wrote the Romance of the Gods, Xin Yaoqin was a little excited.

She should be considered a fan of Yang Sanlang.

But after thinking about it, she realized that these were just one-sided words from the person in front of her.

It's true that she likes the novel "Fengshen Yanyi" very much, otherwise she wouldn't have spent more than 100 pens to buy this book.

That's more than 100 yuan, even if she has to work for more than half a year to save that much money.

Although she can earn a lot of money every month, most of it goes to the brothel, and she can only keep a small part for herself.

The women in the brothel all eat their youth. When they are old and want to leave the brothel more than ten years later, they have to spend some money to redeem themselves.

So one hundred strings is really not a small number for them, and it can be seen that she really likes this novel.

Hearing Xin Yaoqin's words, Zhang Qingfeng thought for a while and said, "The stories I wrote, I can remember all the plots from beginning to end. I don't know if this counts as proof?"

Without waiting for Xin Yaoqin to speak, Zhang Qingfeng continued: "However, I was just curious to see who wanted to see me. Now that I'm done seeing you, I'm going back soon, and there's no need to prove it to you. What."

"Eh!" Hearing Zhang Qingfeng's words, Xin Yaoqin was slightly taken aback, if the person in front of him was really planning to leave immediately, then he really didn't need to prove anything to himself.

Moreover, from the moment she entered the door, Xin Yaoqin found that the boy in front of her didn't look at her like other people did.

Others, although some pretended to be elegant gentlemen when they met her, when they looked at her inadvertently, they would look like they wanted to eat her.

The person in front of her was different. He never showed any thoughts or possessiveness towards her from the beginning to the end.

In fact, if Zhang Qingfeng had just crossed over, he still had the remaining will of the original owner Yang Sanlang in his mind.Seeing such a beautiful woman at that time, maybe he would have evil thoughts.

But now it has been more than half a year since time travel, and his soul has fully adapted to this body, so now Zhang Qingfeng has become a straight man of steel again.

"The reason why my family invited Mr. Lang to come up is mainly because I heard Mr. Lang's huqin music. I wonder if Mr. Lang can play a piece for my family?" Xin Yaoqin asked Zhang Qingfeng, changing the subject.

She didn't mention Yang Sanlang's matter anymore, because she was afraid of asking too much, if the person in front of her was pretending to be Yang Sanlang, it would be embarrassing and difficult to end.

Hearing Xin Yaoqin's words, Zhang Qingfeng shook his head and refused, saying, "I don't want to play the huqin anymore today. If you want to listen, you can go to the tea garden shed in Zhongwa and the elephant shed in Beiwa every day to watch the opera performances of the Liu family opera troupe. Every day after the operas of the Liu Family Opera Troupe, someone will play this song Erquan Yingyue before the show ends."

"Isn't it you, sir, playing by yourself?" Xin Yaoqin asked.

"It used to be, but not now. I have to be busy with my own affairs, so I don't participate in opera performances." Zhang Qingfeng said.

Although Xin Yaoqin was a little disappointed when she heard that Zhang Qingfeng didn't want to play the huqin, she had nothing to do. There was no way she would shamelessly pester others to play.

"I heard that Mr. Lang wanted to see Liu Yiyi, did he just want to see the oiran?" Xin Yaoqin continued to change the subject and asked Zhang Qingfeng.

"No, I want to invite Liu Yiyi to play a leading role in an opera." Zhang Qingfeng told the truth.

Zhang Qingfeng didn't talk about drama, because the other party couldn't understand him, and he would have to explain for a long time, so he just talked about opera.

"Pfft!"

Hearing Zhang Qingfeng's words, Shen Yaoqin burst out laughing immediately.

"What are you laughing at?" Zhang Qingfeng asked.

"I just feel very strange, why did you think of inviting an oiran to perform opera." Xin Yaoqin said with the corners of her mouth raised uncontrollably.

"I heard that Liu Yiyi likes music very much, so I'm going to impress her with the best music, and then invite her..." Zhang Qingfeng said.

"Well, even if Liu Yiyi agrees to play the leading role in your opera, how much are you going to pay him, two hundred? Five hundred? Or one thousand? Do you know how much Liu Yiyi can earn in a day in Diemeng Pavilion? ?"

"This……"

Hearing Xin Yaoqin's words, Zhang Qingfeng was stunned.

Old man Liu encouraged him to find the oiran as the leading role in the drama. He thought that the oiran should be very beautiful, and with the oiran's reputation, it would be very suitable to play the leading role.

However, he never thought that other people's oirans might earn more in a day than others in a year.

Even if the oiran agrees to play the leading role in your drama, how much do you pay others?

Two hundred strings?Five hundred strings?Even thousands of guan?What a joke, although it is not a problem for him, Zhang Qingfeng, to spend two hundred guan, but the problem is that it is almost all his property, and it is impossible for him to pay others such a high salary.

"I wonder how much Liu Yiyi earns a day?" Zhang Qingfeng asked Xin Yaoqin curiously.

Although he realized that he could not afford to hire an oiran, he still wanted to know how much money an oiran could earn in a day.

Hearing Zhang Qingfeng's words, Xin Yaoqin smiled, and she said: "How about the business? If the business is good, sometimes it's not a problem to make tens or even hundreds of guan. If the business is very bad, there is no profit. But On average, there should be more than ten guan a day, this is the oiran."

Hearing Shen Yaoqin's words, Zhang Qingfeng was secretly stunned, ten pennies a day, he couldn't afford such a high price, it was even more than the income of his master Mr. Zhao Lao.

In fact, although the brothel makes money, the money earned by Goulan is not less than that of the brothel. Even the top artists in Dagoulan earn more.

"Fortunately, I didn't see Liu Yiyi, otherwise it would have been a big joke today." Zhang Qingfeng sighed with emotion.

"Can I ask, what kind of opera is Lang Jun rehearsing? Why do you want Liu Yiyi to star in it?" Xin Yaoqin asked Zhang Qingfeng.

"It's nothing. After I finished writing the Romance of the Gods, I wrote a story about the Legend of the White Snake. I'm going to adapt this story into an opera." Zhang Qingfeng said to Xin Yaoqin.

"Really? Then why haven't there been rumors of you writing a new book?" Xin Yaoqin asked Zhang Qingfeng.

"After I finished writing this book, I did not let anyone copy it for free. If you want to read it, you may have to wait a month until I have rehearsed the opera before anyone can copy the book." Zhang Qingfeng explained.

"Oh, so that's the case!" Xin Yaoqin nodded, and continued: ""The Legend of the White Snake" is a very good name, I wonder if Mr. Lang can let my family see it?"

"This, I'm afraid not." Zhang Qingfeng shook his head and refused.

For the Legend of the White Snake, he was going to charge the same fee as the old men used him for the Romance of the Gods.

There are so many storytellers in Lin'an City. As long as some of them are willing to buy his storybooks, he can make a lot of money. He will not be stupid enough to copy them for free.

"If Mr. Lang can let me have a quick glimpse, I might be able to play the leading role in Mr. Lang's opera." Hearing Zhang Qingfeng's refusal, Xin Yaoqin said with a smile.

Up to now, Xin Yaoqin still has doubts about Zhang Qingfeng's identity.

Through observation, she did not believe that the young boy in front of her was the famous Yang Sanlang.

She thought that if the boy in front of her could really come up with the novel "Legend of the White Snake" and prove that he was Yang Sanlang, she would have no problem performing an opera.

If you can't get it out, it means that he is not Yang Sanlang, and she doesn't have to play the leading role in any opera.

"You? Acting in opera?"

Hearing Shen Yaoqin's words, Zhang Qingfeng carefully looked at Shen Yaoqin's appearance, and weighed what kind of effect he could achieve if she were to play the role of the white lady.

(End of this chapter)