A Quick Walkthrough: Male God, Don’t Run Away

Shu Ange was not used to Zhou Zhuangshi, and refuted with a sneer: "Last time I was sick and sang on stage, I also received ten yuan as a reward, and when I came back, I gave ten yuan to my family. A few days ago, the troupe issued a monthly schedule. I gave fifty yuan at the time of the money, how can I not allow me to be sick for a few days."

Her eyes were bright, her green fingers pointed at Zhou Zhuangshi, and she was obviously angry.

Seeing this, Mrs. Zhou hurriedly smoothed things out: "My girl, your brother is always in a turmoil and says some bastards, what do you care about with him. What did the doctor say, how to take this medicine, Xiao Cui, don't give it to the girl. Decoction to go."

She changed the subject, and Xiao Cui was fortunate to have escaped the scolding, and Fei also went to the stove to make medicine.

Mrs. Zhou was afraid that Shu Ange would have another attack, so she smiled and said, "It's cold at night, girl, you're not cured yet, go to the house and rest."

Zhou Zhuangshi didn't ask for any money over there, but when he heard that Shu Ange had given money to the family before, his eyes rolled and he had a new idea.

Shu Ange snorted and went back to the room. Zhou Zhuangshi followed Mrs. Zhou like a tail, asking her for money without guessing.

Zhou Meiyun is a person who strives to be at the top. At the age of seven or eight, he knew how to learn to sing with the people in the troupe.

Mrs. Zhou had never hired a teacher to teach her, so she asked people for old newspapers and old operas that they didn't want, and learned to recognize them little by little.

As long as she works hard and grinds an iron pestle into a needle, Zhou Meiyun has worked hard for so many years, and she can still recognize some characters and write simple letters.

But when it comes to educational level, he has never even attended high school, so he can only be considered half-open.

Shu Ange turned the oil lamp brighter, flipped through old newspapers and books, and deepened his understanding of Peiping and this plane.

No matter how smart Zhou Meiyun is, she has a limit. She is a singer and is always insensitive to changes in the general environment.

A little cleverness can bring temporary convenience, but it is of no great use in the face of great difficulties.

Shu Ange read very fast, and quickly finished the newspapers and books he bought. There are many categories in these old newspapers. She made a rough comparison. Beiyang Pictorial is the most comprehensive. Sometimes political news has a lot of entertainment and advertisements.

"Big girl, the medicine is ready."

Xiaocui carefully wrapped a towel around a ceramic bowl and brought a bowl of medicine with a bitter taste.

Shu Ange put down the newspaper, cleaned up several cases on the bed, and raised his chin: "Put the medicine here, I'll drink it after drying, you can go to sleep."

Xiao Cui tugged at the corner of her clothes and bit her lip: "I'll take the bowl away when the big girl finishes drinking."

She wanted to wait, but Shu Ange didn't chase her away. After the medicine was cold, she drank it all in one gulp and let her take the bowl away.

After drinking the medicine, she took a candied fruit, waited for the hardship to pass, got out of bed and rinsed her mouth, washed her face and feet with hot water, and then fell asleep.

The next day, when Shu Ange woke up again, he was very relaxed, and he was no longer sick.

She felt more and more that the original owner was so ill at the beginning, and she couldn't leave the relationship with the doctor hired by Mrs. Zhou.

If a quack doctor is hired these days, the cold can cure tuberculosis, and the minor illness can cure the big one.

After that, Shu Ange was not in a hurry to sing on stage.

Speaking of which, she has been a singer and actress before, but she has never sung a traditional Chinese drama.

In modern times, those who sing big operas are called people's artists, and their status is extremely high. In ancient times, when there was still the Republic of China, singing was still a low-class activity, and it was like a plaything when held by others.

Shu Ange has never held a corner, and is naturally unfamiliar with this line of work.

The original owner's wish was to become the queen of Kunling in Peiping. This queen is not an old queen, but a competition in the Kunling world of Peiping. The leader is called Queen Kunling, which is like the modern world. Miss, Miss Hong Kong and her ilk.

If you want to become Queen Kunling, you don't have to sing on the stage all the time, you have to be able to hold the drama that can be overwhelmed by the scene.

This is what Zhou Meiyun suffers the most. Many famous actors who sang opera came from famous teachers since childhood. She is a pure wild way in the field of singing, and has no distinctive personal characteristics.

This is also the reason why Zhou Meiyun worked so hard to sing opera, and finally managed to make a name for herself, but she still could not become the top five kunlings in Peiping.

She is just a little bit worse at the root, and there are some deficiencies that are difficult to make up for through personal penetration.

Shu Ange got up and changed his clothes, hired a rickshaw, and found a post office to order Beiyang Pictorial for half a year.

A total of seventy-five issues for half a year will cost three yuan and four yuan, and the postage can be waived.

She subscribed to the newspaper for half a year because, at most, she lived in this alley for half a year, and she would definitely move to a new location after half a year.

To be on the safe side, Shu Ange specifically asked if the place where the newspapers are delivered can be changed if they move in half a year. The post office staff also kindly said yes, as long as you go to the post office to make a note.

After ordering the newspaper, Shu Ange took today's "Beiyang Pictorial" directly at the counter. She sat in the car and glanced through it, and saw that the newspaper said that there would be a "North China Democratic National Conference" in Peiping. Several prominent leaders in the province will come over.

The meeting was scheduled for tomorrow and lasted for three days. There was a good news in the newspaper. Shu Ange secretly memorized those official titles and names in his heart. The original owner has no impression.

In these years, today's handsome may be tomorrow's prisoner, Zhou Meiyun can only be regarded as just making his official debut now, and naturally he has no chance to meet those big men.

Shu Ange looked at the entertainment section again, and it was nothing more than a dance party held in some big hotels, a famous actor from a theater, or a famous actor coming to Peiping again.

The newspapers were lively and lively, as if the world was at peace and there were no sporadic wars in various places.

In a place the size of a tofu block in the newspaper, she found a notice that a "Chongya Women's Class" was opened in Beiping City, which specially recruited girls with practising disciples, or children with good qualifications to learn opera, and it was scheduled to start in a week. Such as learning test.

This female class is very famous, specializing in cultivating Kun Ling. In the next few years, a group of talents have been produced, and all the teachers in it are also famous Jiao'er before.

Singer Shu An pointed out that she was hooked on the newspaper with the scent of ink. The other party had an age limit for recruiting people, and the maximum was relaxed to 16 years old. She is exactly 17 years old this year.

The age difference of this year is not a big deal if you ask someone to talk about it. But Shu Ange was a newcomer, where did he know the person in charge or the teacher of the Chongya Women's Class.

Shu Ange thought about it and decided to take the entrance exam in a week. In this day and age, she doesn't need to carry her ID card with her every day. She said that she was sixteen years old, and others could not tell the truth.

She returned home in a rickshaw. It was rare for Zhou Zhuangshi not to gamble outside. He sat at home with a grimacing face, holding a note in his hand.

(La la la, thank you for your support)