If I were to be used like an ox, I'd at least give you tens or hundreds of taels of silver.
"Pack your things, take the children, we'll get into town in half an hour."
"Wow, this is great news?"
Liu Quan was speechless: "You silly wife have such a big heart."
...
Chen Xian took Liu Quan and found a courtyard to stay in not far from where he lived.
Chen Xian: "If anyone asks what you're doing here, just say you're here to sell food in town."
Liu Quan: "Boss, and then what?"
Chen Xian: "You'll get drunk and beat people up in the street, you'll end up in jail. I'll find an opportunity to bribe the jailer so that you and Gu Er are next to each other."
Liu Quan: It seems that Gu Er is a thorn in Boss Chen's side.
His body trembled slightly.
Chen Xian: "I will have someone deliver food to you. You just need to talk to him during your meals to build trust."
Talk about your childhood with your parents, anything is fine, but mainly talk about the kindness of your parents in raising you, what you should repay, your regrets... and your repentance...
You need to talk about it every day, and you need to guide the conversation specifically, focusing on the mistakes you've made, your regrets, etc.
"It's that simple?"
"Yes, it's that simple."
...
The owners of Beixi Bookstore and Xuannan Bookstore were drinking tea in the teahouse.
Manager Zhao looked worried.
The teahouse was located not far from the theater.
The place is deserted.
Manager Zhao sighed, "Damn it, Instructor Xu has officially sent me a letter, with stern words, demanding that I stop telling stories about A Chinese Ghost Story. This book is too erotic and not suitable for listening to in public."
"You think he's just meddling in other people's business?"
Shopkeeper Zhang said helplessly, "Who can blame him? He's a scholar, he has a voice, and he also has good relations with some of the gentry in the county."
"Business at Xuan Nan Bookstore hasn't been good lately. The novel 'A Chinese Ghost Story' is a bit too explicit, and it's been heavily criticized by many readers. Sigh, we finally made a little money, and we were about to make a fortune, but now we've been choked again. My heart is breaking."
Shopkeeper Zhao waved his hand: "They've given me a final deadline; starting today, I'm not allowed to sell tickets for A Chinese Ghost Story."
Only more serious storytelling is allowed, such as the Liu Gong An from Qingyunlou.
Shopkeeper Zhang smiled and said, "You have Qingyun Tower in your hands, what are you afraid of? Although that guy's character is a bit bad, he is capable of writing books. The older a person gets, the more refined their books become."
Manager Zhao shook his head and said, "No, Qingyunlou likes to show off and is narrow-minded. He can't stand seeing others better than himself. His books are becoming more and more detached from reality."
Many people have written to the storytelling studio, suggesting that they could stop portraying characters as adorned in gold and jade, as it's too extravagant and ostentatious, and instead focus on the hardships faced by ordinary people and the struggles of the common folk.
He laughed in exasperation as he said this.
"You can just pretend you didn't see it. A writer can't change their writing style for one person," this guy replied, "I suggest you shut up."
Manager Zhang was delighted.
He laughed and said, "Never mind, talented people are often arrogant, it's perfectly normal!"
Manager Zhao was both amused and exasperated. "Damn it, do you even know who wrote that letter? She's the young lady of the Chu family, the biggest pawnshop in the county! Of all people to offend, you had to offend her..."
Shopkeeper Zhang was slightly taken aback. "The Chu family is wealthy; surely they wouldn't be concerned with the lives of ordinary people?"
Manager Zhao smiled.
"Who says otherwise? I asked around and found out that the Chu family had ancestors who were peddlers in their youth. They made their fortune little by little by reselling small items like candles, lamp oil, sewing needles, and thread. So this family hasn't been corrupted by their extravagant lifestyle."
People are happy to see the hardships of people at the bottom of society…
Manager Zhao said speechlessly, "Alright, we've hit a brick wall this time. Miss Chu has declared that she will not buy any works from Qingyun Tower in the future. This person is too arrogant and rude."
These words, once they were spread, drew many people to echo them.
It has attracted many followers, especially among young people.
Manager Zhao looked worried: "Old Zhang, please tell Boss Chen for me that I can't refuse Instructor Xu's request. The 'Qiannu Storytelling' has been discontinued."
Manager Zhang pondered for a long time.
"Is it possible that if we hold on a little longer, things might turn around? I think Mr. Chen won't just sit here and wait to die."
A long silence followed.
"I'm sorry, Lao Zhang. All five schools of the Northern Opera Academy have received letters not only from Instructor Xu, but also from teachers such as Yang Yuanxi and Huang Yuning of the Prefectural School. I can't afford to gamble on all five schools. You know, these people have many students and former officials."
Shopkeeper Zhang remained silent for a long time.
"Okay, I understand, but..."
He paused.
"Besides money and property, people should pursue things that are truly worth protecting..."
For example, dignity and integrity.
Fuck!
Why should we be forbidden from using a particular storyteller's works just because those teachers say we can't?
"What business do we have with them?"
He then stood up, put his hands behind his back, and said calmly, "I've been barely clinging to life for two or three years, and I've finally managed to stand up again..."
Not backing down is not to pretend to be a gentleman.
It was to tell the thousands of people in Daxing Town and the tens of thousands in Lushang County that Zhang Qiu was never one to abandon his friends.
At worst, we'll all perish together.
Even if no one else comes to the theater, Zhang insists on listening to the storyteller's tale alone in the audience.
I'll listen for as long as I want.
Why should whatever your teacher says is good be good, and whatever is bad be forbidden?
Are you saying that all these regular customers, numbering in the hundreds, are less discerning than you?
That's fucking ridiculous!
The sound was extremely loud.
He waved and left.
Zhao Jianzhi looked at him, her gaze somewhat unfocused, as if she were seeing herself in her youth, so full of vigor and high spirits.
He opened his mouth as if to stand up and say something, but his lips seemed to be glued shut. After a long silence, he turned to his attendant and said, "Let's go."
Two people, one in the south, one in the north; drifting further and further apart...
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