The Great Wilderness Helping His Wife

Bai Xiu swallowed a mouthful of porridge, and fell into deep thought, thinking that the name was indeed something new, but it didn't seem so pretty after hearing the black-faced man describe it that way.

I thought about it again.

Isn't the introduction of the black-faced man just an explanation of the word "female son-in-law"?

When I was a child, I went to school, and my husband even taught it specially. Is his education level still in the school period?

Zhao Hao, on the other hand, ate with a sullen head, feeling somewhat amazed.

His instruction to Wolongfengchu is to let the Qingyue class rehearse as soon as possible. When the rehearsal is almost done, go directly to the Grand Theater to rehearse for free for the people to watch. The typhoon must be honed to be more mellow and fit.

Of course, there will always be only the first half of "The Female Consort" for free.

In the second half, he kept it to great use.

It's just that I didn't expect the efficiency of the Qingyue class to be so high. After a mere afternoon, I took it out for rehearsal.

Zhao Hao looked at the dark-faced man with a blushing face and a rough neck, and he couldn't help but ask with a smile: "Father, how is the business of that theater troupe?"

"It wasn't very good at first, but as long as you came to see it, you didn't leave until the end."

The black-faced man chuckled and said, "You don't know! You are so old..."

In the middle of speaking, he suddenly realized that something was wrong, and quickly added: "It's just that I don't look good, I don't even bother to watch, I just focus on watching the show."

Bai Xiu: "..."

Zhao Hao: "..."

The old man covered his face and pretended not to hear.

……

In the next few days, Kyoto seemed to be a lot quieter.

There are only two things that are more noisy.

One thing is the female son-in-law. After word of mouth spread, every night the Xinyue Tea House will be crowded with people across the bank.

After all, both the singing and the script of this play are extremely novel, and the actors' acting skills are also quite superb. Whether it is close to the people or artistry, they have crushed all today's plays.

Unfortunately, the place is too small for most people to squeeze in at night.

There were even some ruthless people who took dry food early in the morning to occupy a seat, waited until evening, and left after watching the half-hour play.

Later, a few old theater troupes who had been dead for a long time simply collapsed, and directly copied the Qingyue troupe's opera outside. Unexpectedly, they actually made a few waves of bad money.

It's a pity that their singing is very old and obscure, and their singing and acting skills are also dull.

After defrauding a few waves of money, the common people sensed that something was wrong. The people of Huangguo were all violent. In just three days, several cases of smashing the stage and beating people broke out.

Damn!

Someone else's genuine one, which sings so well, doesn't charge for it.

You are a pirate, you sing like a piece of shit, where do you have the face to collect money?

We went to the other side of the Xinyue Tea House to grab a seat and had to fight. We were cheated by you, how can we spare you?

As for another thing...

White Horse Hall.

Fang Yiru is worried, he has spent the past few days scratching his head in the White Horse Hall every day.

The number of poems on the list has increased to more than 70, and he has already spent a lot of money to pay literati from various countries, but many of them have not been obtained yet.

You know, everyone's credit is the fastest arrow pigeon.

This kind of pigeon has the blood of a fierce bird. Even the country of Yan, which is the farthest from the barren country, should have sent the poem back in three days and three nights!

He grabbed a young man casually: "The old man bought three poems from you, why haven't they arrived yet?"

The young man wanted to cry without tears: "Mr. Fang! It's really not our fault. We wondered why the arrow pigeons hadn't arrived at first, but later found out that those goddamn people from the deserted country are shooting around our residence every day." Pigeon play!"

Fang Yiru was dumbfounded: "Shoot, shoot pigeons for fun?"

The young man nodded helplessly: "Let's not talk about poetry now, we can't even receive letters from home! I went to the restaurant for dinner yesterday, and the hall was full of pigeon soup. I looked like a pigeon, so I went to the store to argue, but he It wasn’t a domestic pigeon, but I reported it to the police, and the policeman opened his eyes and said it was a domestic pigeon.”

Fang Yiru: "..."

The young man asked, "Sir, do you have anything else to say?"

Fang Yiru sighed: "If your poems can't be delivered, the money will have to be refunded!"

The young man glanced at Fang Yiru, full of disdain.

Our Central Plains five countries... oh no!Qi State does not count!

The four countries of the Central Plains are united in the same spirit, we are anxious to help you here, but you are thinking about our money all day long?

Thank you for living so many years!

But he still nodded: "Don't worry, Mr. Fang! If you can't deliver it within [-] days, we will definitely refund the money to you!"

After finishing speaking, he no longer had the mood to talk to Fang Yiru, and turned around and left.

Fang Yiru sighed, and left the White Horse Guild Hall with his hands behind his back, heading towards the Fang family's base camp.

The White Horse Hall is just a place where the four countries of the Central Plains discuss their affairs!

Only in the Fang family base camp are the real people of our own!

Along the way, Fang Yiru endured the pointing and pointing of the people on the street, and ran back to the base camp like a mouse crossing the street, shouting loudly as soon as he entered the house.

"Jingyuan! Where's Jingyuan?"

As soon as the words fell, the young man named Fang Jingyuan rushed over: "Second Grandpa!"

Fang Yiru asked eagerly: "Didn't I ask you to buy poems from literati in the deserted country? How many poems have you bought in total?"

Fang Jingyuan felt a little guilty, and whispered: "So far, I have bought [-] songs in total!"

Fang Yiru silently calculated that he was still short of more than 40 poems from filling the outer wall of Zhen Guo Mansion with all the poems he had in hand now.

So he became more and more irritable: "Why is it so small?"

Although it is an indisputable fact that the cultural background of the deserted country is weak, in fact, there are still many people with good literary talents among the older generation. Why did they only buy [-] songs after being so old for a long time?