On the morning of the third day of the Lunar New Year, Zhou Xiang and Ling Ran prepared some things to go to Guanjia Village to pay New Year's greetings to their godfather and godmother. They had not gone to deliver the New Year's gifts before the New Year, and their godfather and godmother were busy with the cold noodle stall at that time, so they had to prepare a lot of things.

I was just packing up my things when the director of the cultural center came with a group of people.

"Zhou Xiang, are you planning to go out for the New Year's greetings? Didn't that disrupt your schedule? My old friends wanted to come and thank you."

"No, no, I'm just preparing something! Don't worry, sit inside."

More than a dozen people were led into the dining room and sat down, and Mrs. Xu poured them tea.

The curator smiled and said, "Zhou Xiang! Your idea is really good! Not only does it provide us with a stage to perform, but it also creates an atmosphere for rewarding. We receive a lot of rewards for each performance.

At first, I felt a little embarrassed bending down to pick up the money, like I was doing acrobatics begging for money. But then I got used to it, and when I counted the money, I realized, with my old waist, I could still bend down a little lower.

Everyone in the room chuckled.

Zhou Xiang had never paid attention to the stage rewards. "How much can I get at the end of the day?"

"The most I earn on a day is over 500 yuan, and the least is around 100 yuan."

"After the New Year, the amount of reward will probably die down. A hundred or so yuan is the highest reward. Even if it's just a few or a dozen yuan, you should keep your attitude and maintain your previous level."

The curator nodded. "We've thought about all of this. This wave before the New Year is just for freshness. We'll also think of other operas or other programs with a strong rural flavor."

"Yes, we have to keep the freshness as well."

A group of opera actors also expressed their gratitude to Zhou Xiang.