Chapter 8 Copy?
Nangong Hua followed Sun Shisan around the theater.
He listened to each column one by one, asked everyone he met, and it took him a long time to figure out which one was the best.
Sun Shisan initially took him to meet two people, but he discovered the problem after listening to Nangong's words for a while.
It’s not that Sun Shisan doesn’t care about this matter, but because of regional differences, the things that work in Lin’an City may not work in Beijing.
Firstly, the people of Luqi, a region of this region, often have accents. While their conversational skills might be acceptable, their acting skills are completely off the mark. This is why Lin'an opera never made it to Kyoto.
Secondly, there is the issue of local customs and practices. The stories that people in the capital like are very different from those in Lin'an, and even the subtle details need to be polished.
Nangong Hua now realized why his wife did not follow his advice and open a tile shop in the capital.
There is so much to invest in this, and the returns are uncertain...
Madam is not interested in these things, and I'm afraid it's not easy for her to do business in this line.
But Nangong Hua is not someone who gives up easily.
He found paper and pen and listened to the opera and storytelling of these Luqi people one by one.
However, Lu Qi, who had been doing well in Lin'an, encountered many difficulties after going to the capital.
It's probably impossible to take the person away so easily.
Nangong Hua knew that the difference depended on what conditions could be offered to this person.
He was working on behalf of his wife, so the details had to be finalized by his wife.
Sun Shisan took a look and wrote down the problems of these people in his notebook. He would find those with smaller problems later and correct them slowly after arriving in Beijing.
The two of them listened like this in the theater for the whole day.
When he returned to Pu Mansion, Nangong Hua happened to meet a group of shopkeepers coming out.
Then, Zhai Lou also hurried out from inside.
After bumping into each other head-on, the two greeted each other in a very distant manner.
…
"Uncle is back?" Pu Qiongzhi saw him and poured him some tea.
Nangong Hua was a little surprised to see her being so attentive.
"Uncle, you have worked hard today. Have you found the person?" she asked, and asked Yan'er to prepare the meal.
Nangong Hua took out the stack of papers and said, "I met dozens of people from Wa Zi today and listened to their performances."
"I've written all this down. You can decide which one to pick, how much monthly salary to prepare, and how much commission you'll take from the guest's reward. I'll ask you tomorrow."
"Master, do you understand commission?" Pu Qiongzhi asked, "Master, this day has been really tiring for you."
She had originally just sent him away, not expecting much from him.
Unexpectedly, this person is quite careful when doing things.
"I didn't understand it at first, but someone from Luqi asked me about it, and then I found out." Nangong Hua's answer was also perfect.
Pu Qiongzhi didn't think much about it and flipped through the papers in her hand. "The accent is a problem. If I can't understand, it will lose a lot of fun... As for the other things... it would be great if there were experts who understand these things."
Speaking of this, Pu Qiongzhi remembered the storybook she read some time ago. The book written by Bixulang was very lively.
"Take your time to look for it." Nangong Hua said this, but in his heart he recalled his past life.
He remembered that there seemed to be a person who wrote operas that were very popular in the capital. His name seemed to be Peng.
"Don't look at these for now, Uncle, have your meal first. You've been tired all day, it's time to take a rest." Pu Qiongzhi put these things aside when she saw Yan'er come in.
Nangong Hua also felt hungry at this moment.
"When I came back, I saw a group of people leaving the mansion. Why?"
Pu Qiongzhi said "Oh", "Business arrangements are not important."
"Uncle, eat it while it's hot. You need to take medicine later," she added.
Nangong Hua froze, feeling a little uncomfortable. "Do you need to take more medicine?"
"Yes, Uncle is not fully recovered yet, we can't leave any root of the disease!"
The dishes cooked by Chef Jiang are really good, fresh, sweet, and refreshing, very suitable for the spleen and stomach, not greasy at all, and make all the internal organs feel comfortable.
After dinner, Pu Qiongzhi said, "Father's health has improved a lot. I want to take him to Beijing to celebrate the New Year next year."
"If you have time, you can come anytime. There are few elders in the Bo family, and those who are still here cannot come and go. If my father-in-law can come to our house, it will be a lively reunion."
"Yes. Thank you, uncle." Pu Qiongzhi smiled faintly.
After dinner, Nangong Hua took his medicine and Pu Qiongzhi accompanied him for a walk.
"Have you lived here since you were a child?" Nangong Hua looked at the swing, asking her if she wanted to sit on it.
Pu Qiongzhi smiled and shook her head, "Yes, I have lived in this house since I was born."
“My memories are everywhere here,” she explained.
"I was practicing swordplay over there, but then there wasn't enough room, so I went over here. This swing, I used to stand and play on when I was little. The broken piece there fell off when I was punished to face the wall and scratched it while crying..."
She took Nangong Hua around and returned to the study.
Nangong Hua looked at a very old booklet on the shelf. He used a whisk beside him to brush off the dust on the surface of the booklet and opened it.
Pu Qiongzhi leaned over to take a look, "Oh! It's still here! This is a poem I wrote when I was a child."
"Looking back now, the writing seems immature and the tone wild."
Nangong Hua flipped through a few pages and felt something was wrong the more he read.
Aren’t these the poems Pei Wanqing wrote since her rebirth?
He was originally wondering where this poem came from, but now he realized that it was actually from his wife!
Pei Wanqing, using the Madam's poems, had become a household name in the capital. He had also imitated the Madam's previous life's calm and composed demeanor to curry favor with the Ninth Prince. He had used the same tactics that had won the Madam favor to win the Ninth Prince's affections. Now, he was trying to steal the Madam's business...
Previously, Jingjiao's counterattack had not yet taught her a lesson!
How much of the lady's stuff did this woman steal?
Nangong Hua just found it intolerable.
He knew that his wife had been bound by many things in her past life, and now she had a rare opportunity to live in peace and tranquility...
This was his selfishness, wanting to be with his wife. Even so, he still felt guilty.
Now, because of him, the lady has given the Ninth Prince to Pei Wanqing.
She was still so unsatisfied, repeatedly plundering things that originally belonged to the lady...
The lady was not aware of this, but Nangong Hua couldn't bear it anymore just by watching it!
He felt sorry for his wife and had to seek justice for her!
"Madam, can you give me this collection of poems?" Nangong Hua asked.
Pu Qiongzhi didn't expect him to like this kind of thing, "There's nothing good about this poem..."
"Since Uncle likes it, I'll give it to him."
Nangong Hua stroked the surface of the book and had a rough idea in his mind.
He had to keep this handle until the critical moment so that he could play the greatest role.
…
Not far away, Pu Rongda saw the two of them getting along.
Never mind, an unexpected result has grown into a forest.
Perhaps this Lord Gong Ning is really the right match for my daughter.
Let’s take another look, let’s take another look…
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