Bone Painting Coroner

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This……

Song Zhi lowered his eyes and told the truth: "I can't write those things."

Master Tao said: "It was originally written by people. In the final analysis, you are stubborn."

"I……"

"But I don't blame you. After all, you are a poet, a big literati with a table! If so, why bother to write these scripts? Isn't it hard for yourself?" Lao Tao sighed.

"I……"

"Your brain is so talented and talented, you still have to write poems again, definitely better than now."

"I……"

Lao Tao went on to say: "Now the script is written by some geniuses, you are a serious scholar, or don't get involved."

Song Zhi's words were interrupted by him again and again, waiting for him to finish, and then he lowered his body slightly, saying, "Would you like to see it first?"

"Little Song! You..."

"If it doesn't work again this time, I won't write anymore, only once." Song Zhi made up his mind.

Old Tao let go of his hand, his face tangled.

If you don’t buy it after reading it, you can’t get along with it. If you don’t read it, Song Zhi insists on it.

Seeing his concerns, Song Zhi said, "I'm not embarrassing you. Take a look. If you don't spend much time, you will succeed. If you don't succeed, I will leave."

Since all said so.

The Tao master nodded: "Well, then."

So, Song Zhi took out the book he had written and handed it to him carefully.

The Tao master took it seriously.

Song Zhi was waiting quietly beside him!

Old Tao Ben didn't hold any hope. He thought he would just walk around and just look at it, and then he would find a point to push it.

but--

The more he looked down, the more dignified his face was.

Brows are all frowned.

The script was short, but he watched it again and again.

The dignified look gradually dissipated.

He closed it at last, and the whole person sat there silently, without saying a word.

Song Zhi thought to himself that he probably didn't look at his book again, so he silently got up and arched towards him, saying, "Then Song will not disturb."

He was just leaving—

"and many more!"

The Tao master stopped him immediately.

"Master Tao does not have to be embarrassed. I have just said that if it fails, I will not embarrass the master."

"No no no! You misunderstood." Master Tao hurried forward and took his hand, said excitedly, "Small Song! No, it should be called Mr. Song, you wrote this script really well, This is the best you have written in these years, I like it very much."

Song Zhi listened to him say this, but his expression was very calm, saying: "The leader likes it."

"Not only like it? I dare to pack tickets, this drama will be hot!"

"Then I will rest assured."

"You're awesome, this story is too well written."

Song Zhi: "..."

"Just... how did you come up with this script?" Lao Tao had a question in his heart.

Song Zhi took his hand out of his hand and said, "This story was made by me behind closed doors, and it was in my head somehow."

"The literati is a literati, and his brain is easy to use." Lao Tao looked at him admiringly, as if he had dug a treasure himself, and he said, "Mr. Song, you will write a script for me Zhao Jiaban with peace of mind. As long as I write, my old pottery will definitely buy, and I will buy as much as I write."

"The play?"

"I naturally wanted this drama, and I promise to be a fire."

The Tao master misunderstood his meaning.

He doesn't care about these now.

What he cares about is: "The manuscript of this drama?" Lao Tao twitched and talked about this sensitive topic. He seemed a little dodgy and only said: "Let's not talk about manuscript compensation for the time being, this drama has to have a profit first, I In order to give you money, in short, if you make more money at that time, you will naturally be given more, which is more than a lump sum of silver.

Is it more cost-effective?Besides, I am very confident in this script, surely fire, surely make money, when the time comes."

Pat on the chest guarantee!

Although Song Zhi is not a man of money, is it not to write this book just to buy a few clothes and repair the roof?

He said: "Master Tao, it's almost winter, you know my situation."

"I know, I will ask you to take a bag of rice back later and wait for the script to be adjusted. I will make money on the stage and give you a lot of money."

"This……"

"Time is running out, so set it first!"

Song Zhi is a nerd, but not a fool.

He knows what the Tao master is calculating. To put it bluntly, if the playbook has made money, it will be more or less or not. The Tao master will have the final say. It is probably very few.

But the urgent matter now is to solve food and clothing!

After all, there is no more rice.

"Okay, everything follows what the Tao Master said."

So, Song Zhi left the script and sacked a bag of heavy rice home.

The Tao master then happily held the book and the people in the troupe began to discuss in full swing.

Hope to show the play as soon as possible!

...

the other side.

Jing Rong and others walked for about a month before passing Yicheng to Huyi.

It was extremely cold in December.

No matter on the road or in the forest, frost is almost everywhere, and the branches are covered with icicles, crystal clear and shining with cold light.

The wind blew, and the face was like a knife.

At night, everyone checked in at a forest inn.

There are all kinds of people in the inn, not only Hu Yi people, but also many Dalin merchants who live here.

This is not surprising. Da Lin people and Hu Yi people have a lot of business transactions, and it is very common to enter and exit.

In order not to reveal his identity, Jingrong also pretended to be a businessman who went to Huyi to do silk business!

Everyone sat around the table and ordered a few small dishes.

Xiao Er asked: "Grandpas, do you want to drink?"

Jing Rong: "No need, just serve a few dishes."

"okay!"

Sophomore went.

Going out is still a mountain inn, and drinking is always a mistake.

Ji Yunshu looked around, and they were all merchants who settled here.

Almost the entire first floor hall was packed. After all, it was already winter, and the cold wind was whizzing outside. I am afraid that it will freeze to death after a night!

And when there are many people, it is naturally lively.

Jing Rong let several people around him get together and not relax.

He said: "I'll probably be in Yiwu the day after tomorrow. It is said that the beautiful scenery there is a good place to live. If we are tired, we can stay there for a few more days without having to be busy."

Ji Yunshu nodded: "Alright."

At this time-

At the next table, a big man suddenly mentioned his voice and said, "The show I watched a few days ago is really beautiful. If we come again next time, we still have to watch it."

"That's not it!" Someone echoed.

"My favorite is the few words from the ghost lady."

"Which words?" "Look at the husband's bones under the tree and turn into smoke, I have to plant loess for you in front of the grave."