Sister, stay away from me!

Chapter 87 I Want You

The next day, the troupe dragged the cumbersome tiger demon to the new town.

The guard at the gate of the city was shocked when he saw the tiger demon that was about to fill a carriage, and quickly notified the county magistrate.

After the county magistrate met, he was overjoyed.

This tiger has been entrenched here for a while, but this tiger is extremely cunning. If the people who come are not strong enough, they will become the tiger's snacks. If the people who come are strong enough, the tiger will run away. As a result, there has been no good way.

Over time, this fierce tiger has killed hundreds of people, and it is a great disaster in the neighborhood.

Looking at the huge elephant-like tiger carcass, the county magistrate was amazed, pulled the old man Luo and asked: "Where is the warrior who can kill this tiger alive?"

Before old man Luo could reply, the county magistrate saw a tall and mighty Duan beside him, took his hand and said, "It must be this warrior! He has an extraordinary physique and a burly appearance, no wonder he can do such a feat. "

"I hate it, don't touch other people's hands!" "Duan" slapped the magistrate's hand in dissatisfaction, and directly dislocated the opponent's hand.

Wang Huai walked forward silently, helped the county magistrate straighten his arm, and said in a low voice, "He has some physical problems now, not quite normal."

"Ah, it's a pity. Hey, this little brother is so handsome, is he married yet?"

"No."

"I have a friend whose daughter is in her boudoir, I don't know..."

This time, before he finished speaking again, he found an unkind gaze cast over him.

Seeing that the gaze came from an ordinary boy, the county magistrate wisely shut up.

Why are these people so weird?

But it's a good thing to get rid of the tiger's problem, so don't worry about it.

Leaving a group of people to eat, after the luncheon, the county magistrate said to the class leader, old man Luo: "Mr. Luo, I don't know what your next plan will be?"

"Go to Beijing to celebrate someone's birthday."

"I don't know if we can stay for two days. Eliminating tigers is a big event. We are going to celebrate it. By the way, we can report this to the court and get some rewards. If we are lucky, we can also invite a novelist to discuss this matter." Edit it into an opera, and you can still stage it in the future.”

The novelist is one of the hundreds of schools of thought, responsible for recording the rumors in alley corners, folk tales and monsters, and is quite popular in the market.

However, in the Great Zhou Dynasty when Confucianism was flourishing, novels were not popular and were rated as one of the nine streams.

Hearing that this event might be adapted into an opera, old man Luo was also a little moved.

Although his own theater troupe is a little famous, it is still a little far from taking root in the capital.

If you can have a grand finale, plus you are a person who has experienced it first-hand, it will definitely be of great benefit to the development of your troupe.

However, he did not agree hastily, but turned his attention to Wang Huai.

Noticing old man Luo's gaze, the county magistrate also looked over, feeling that old man Luo seemed to have a lot of respect for Wang Huai.

Could it be that this young man is in charge?

Looking carefully, the county magistrate found that the other party was outstanding in appearance. He was dressed in simple clothes but had an air of extravagance. His hands were fair and he had never done heavy work.

The county magistrate secretly scolded himself for being confused. For such a character, he actually wanted to introduce his friend's daughter to him. No wonder he would be dissatisfied.

Turning his body sideways, the county magistrate looked at Wang Huai and asked, "Little brother, what are your plans?"

"We don't have much time, so we can't stay for a long time. We still need to go to Beijing as soon as possible."

Hearing this, old man Luo sighed slightly, but didn't say anything.

Lives are saved by others, so stop talking at this time.

"However, you can invite a novelist to go to Beijing with us and pick up stories on the way. This way, you can write good things. When you arrive in the capital, the opera can almost be completed. When the time comes, you can publish it directly and earn a lot of popularity."

The county magistrate's eyes lit up: "It's an idea. Okay, then I will arrange it. By the way, here is 300 taels of silver, which is a reward in advance. Please accept it."

Before Wang Huai could reply, the county magistrate smiled and said, "There's no need to refuse. To be honest, I heard Mr. Luo's play once when I was young, and I really remember it very deeply. But after hearing that something happened to Mr. Luo, I wanted to listen to it again but I didn’t have the chance. Now that I see Mr. Luo again, it’s a little bit of gratitude from me as a movie fan.”

The old man Luo with a cigarette in his mouth stared blankly at the county magistrate, then smiled and cupped his hands: "Thank you for the reward from this benefactor."

"Mr. Luo is polite."

After leaving the county office, the group immediately began to replenish dry food and water, oil the carriage, and feed the horses.

After working all day, they finished their preparations and were about to leave early in the morning when the novelist invited by the county magistrate also arrived.

The other party was an uncle who looked a bit sloppy, his long gown was tattered and full of oil stains.

Her long hair was scattered like hemp rope, and her beard, which hadn't been trimmed for a few days, was growing wantonly like cactus thorns.

He walked barefoot on the ground, holding an empty wine gourd in his hand, and shook the wine jug from time to time, hoping to shake out a few drops of wine from it.

Walking to the side of the group, he first said to the county magistrate, "It's late," and then he didn't speak, but looked at Wang Huai and the group seriously.

It wasn't until this time that the person's eyes became sharp.

First, he inspected the members of the theater troupe. He shook his head slightly, with a dissatisfied expression on his face.

But after seeing old man Luo, he nodded, as if he was a little interested.

His eyes lit up when he saw "Duan so-and-so" and he clapped his hands: "Wonderful."

Seeing Wu Wei, he became even more excited, clapping his hands and laughing wildly: "It's wonderful!"

Finally, he saw Wang Huai.

The originally excited smile disappeared in an instant, and the expression on his face became serious.

Sitting cross-legged, he took out the crumpled paper from his pocket, smoothed it, and immediately drew with charcoal. After a short while, he drew several sketches of Wang Huai, each of which was lifelike and like a master.

Everyone looked at the uncle's actions and felt confused.

The county magistrate said in a low voice: "This man's name is Dan Qingzi. He is excellent in both poetry and painting. He is also quite accomplished in novels. However, this man has too many eccentricities and offended the powerful in the capital, so he came to me and asked for a job. I think He's been fine recently, let him go to Beijing with you."

"I see." Wang Huai replied, "What kind of eccentricity is that?"

"I don't write about things I'm not interested in, and I don't write about things I don't drink. I also write things according to my own temperament. I don't write what the master asks me to write. I also like to add illustrations when I write things, and the quality of the illustrations is very high."

"It doesn't sound like much, why offend people?"

"He wrote the diary of a certain dignitary into a novel. Ninety percent of the content is sex scenes. What do you think it will look like with illustrations?"

Wang Huai immediately stood in awe.

For this kind of old driver to lead the way, Wang Huai can't wait to take a bath and change clothes now, so as to express his respect for the other party.

After a quarter of an hour, Dan Qingzi finally finished drawing more than a dozen sketches.

Seeing that Dan Qingzi put away the painting, the county magistrate stepped forward and said, "Dan Qingzi, this time you go to Beijing with them, please write the story of fighting the tiger into an opera."

"Who cares about your bullshit and beating tigers!" Dan Qingzi roared angrily.

Jumping in front of Wang Huai, he held Wang Huai's hand and shouted excitedly, "I want you! I want you now!"

　I modified the setting a bit. The "Tao of Books" used for Confucianism observations was changed to "Tao of Numbers". The settings considered before were a little bit off.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)