Huyi border city Yiwu.
A hundred years ago, Huyi and Dalin were also regarded as their own sects, and they had not yet established their own countries.
Therefore, in addition to clothing, they are similar in system and official positions, divided into townships, counties, and prefectures, with county lords and officials under their jurisdiction, and there are also inspectors in various places who are in charge of salt, soldiers, ships, etc., and the official positions are progressive and rigorous.
And Huyi Yiwu is similar to the Jinjiang River in Dalin, both of which are water towns!
Yiwu has the title of the city of beautiful jade, which means that the jade quarried here is comparable to the one, so there are many merchants who come and go every day to trade and buy in this place.
At night, the whole street will be lit up, just like Lijiang, Dali, the scenery is beautiful, and the house is not closed!
Every day!
Song Zhi has been writing books behind closed doors at home for the past few days.
It's been a long time since I stayed up all night!
After countless times of repeated polishing and finalization, early this morning, the book was finally written, he checked it several times, and made sure that the content in the book was accurate and there were no loopholes, so he hurriedly steamed a bun on the boiler, and went out after barely stuffing his teeth.
When I went out, the dilapidated door "creaked".
There was a terrible sound!
He sighed, and looked at his roof again, those tiles and bricks had fallen to pieces, and if he continued like this, he was afraid that there would be a risk of collapse, and if he encountered heavy rain and snow again, he would probably freeze to death here.
"I just hope that this book can enter the eyes of the class master!"
He pinned all his hopes on the notebook in his hand.
If it does, you will be able to buy yourself two clothes for the winter, and you will be able to repair your broken roof.
But if it doesn't work......
"Hey!"
No longer delaying time, he hurried to Zhao's class!
This person named Song Zhi, who is twenty-five this year, has clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, gentle and moderate, although he is dressed in coarse linen clothes, and he is extremely shabby, but he is vaguely a young man, and he is a scholar and knowledgeable.
He was born in a famous family, and the Song family was also a civil official in the past dynasties, but it gradually declined in his generation, but Song Zhi made a good poem, and he had the reputation of "poetry fairy" in Yiwu, and the poetry book could be sold out in less than half a day each time.
Therefore, his literary style has also attracted many noble families The younger brother befriended him to show goodwill, although Song Zhi did not know how to refuse, but he knew his bitter and cold identity, so when others were good with him, he also respected others for three points, and never had deep friendships.
But five years ago, Song Zhi suddenly stopped writing poetry, and gradually faded out of the literary world, after his fame was greatly reduced, those literati and scholars who befriended him and the children of noble families said that he was exhausted and his literary knowledge was ruined, so they began to stay away from him and no longer interact.
Song Zhi should have a bright future, but after he stopped writing poems, the status of "poet immortal" plummeted, and the people of Yiwu no longer bought his old poems, and even the name Song Zhi was gradually forgotten in five years.
So far, no one knows why Song Zhi no longer writes poetry?
No one knows why Song Zhi stopped writing poems, but turned to writing books for the troupe, and was willing to be a storyteller!
Originally, in the first two years, he could still use the good books he wrote to earn some silver to supplement his family, but later the industry gradually emerged, and many scholars who "exhausted Jiang Lang's talents" began to turn to be storytellers, and the things he wrote became more and more vulgar and outrageous, but those cheesy things were the opposite It has attracted the brainless pursuit of hundreds of people, so that the good drama industry has been stirred into a miasma, and the people no longer even care about whether the drama is a good thing, all just for the sake of traffic.
So, I also raised a group of handsome characters who can't act!
And the class owners who had dealings with Song Yu before also asked him to change his style and write some tacky books, but although Song Zhi was poor, he was unwilling to chase the tide and rush to it, and always insisted on writing good books and meaningful books 's book came to power.,But the sales were extremely poor.,Gradually,Those class owners don't sell favors anymore.。
It has been half a year since Song Yu last "boiled the pot"!
Although the scoop was empty, he still did not want to write a vulgar book.
These days, he works behind closed doors, determined that this is the last time, and if he doesn't succeed again, he has no choice but to abandon the text, and then go to the sea to do business with Ergoudan in the next village.
When he arrived at Zhao's class, Lao Tao, the head of the class, poured him a cup of hot tea and fetched him a few sweet potatoes.
This old Tao is the righteous brother of the former head of the Zhao family, after the death of the Zhao class, he gave him the troupe, at the beginning, he changed the Zhao family class to the Tao family class, but because the business decreased greatly after the name change, so the old Tao changed the name back and continued to call the Zhao family class!
Song Zhiwen sat there with a gentle and upright appearance, looking at the sweet potato in his hand and swallowing his saliva, his stomach screamed without any breath.
I just ate a steamed bun this morning!
It's no wonder you're not hungry!
Lao Tao saw his eyes: "You eat first, and we'll talk when you're full." ” "No need!"
"What am you and me polite about?
Eat it. ” A sweet potato is hard to kill a hero, and Song Zhi doesn't care about any etiquette and face, so he picks up the sweet potato and peels it to eat.
When he was only halfway there— Lao Tao said: "Xiao Song, it's not that I don't help you, you also know that no one watches the play you wrote, and I also know that you are difficult, but don't embarrass me!"
” "Ahem, ahem, ahem......"
Song Zhi choked not lightly.
No more appetites!
silently put aside the half of the sweet potato in his hand.
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He said: "Master Tao, Song didn't come today to embarrass you, but to write a new book for you to see."
Lao Tao didn't hold out any hope, and he didn't even have the desire to watch it, and said with a wrinkled face: "You are a talent, some are knowledgeable, and I also know that what you write is good, but you have also seen that I have a whole theater troupe to raise, and I can't let everyone follow you for your talent."
Hungry, right?
” "I know."
"You don't know!"
Lao Tao stood up and sighed, "Now the major opera troupes are very competitive, no one likes to watch those traditional operas, if you want to make money, you have to cater to everyone's tastes, otherwise where will the money come from?"
I'd love to buy the good books you wrote, but what you wrote is too literary, really In the fit does not fit. ” Song Zhi also stood up politely.
Lao Tao had a bitter face, walked over and took his hand, shook it a few times, and said in his heart: "Xiao Song!
Or you should listen to my advice, if you still want to continue to sell scripts, then let's change our concepts, change our books, lose all your previous things, and then follow what others like Write about those things, write them in the vulgar!
The word "vulgar" was bitten very tightly by Lao Tao!