Just take them all away

Hearing Ye Rongzhen talk about being abused by his master, the children in the practice ground were all horrified.

Some children who had just arrived were stunned, thinking about themselves, fearing that they would suffer such treatment in the future.

Xizhu is one of them.

When Xibao turned her head to look at him, she saw that his entire body was shrunk into a ball, and most of his pupils were filled with big black eyes that didn't even blink, as if he were a statue of wood.

"Don't be afraid, our master is a good man and will not abuse his disciples." Xibao comforted him.

Xizhu looked at Xibao in panic and nodded.

How Song Youzhen treated Xibao on the way back to the capital from Harbin. The four little carrot heads of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum all saw it. Otherwise, he would not have joined Song Youzhen's disciples without hesitation.

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"I am telling you this not to blame the master..."

On the podium, Ye Rongzhen's story continued.

"The atmosphere in the troupe business at that time was like this. Most of the apprentices under the master were bought or picked up from outside. If they could feed themselves and teach them some money-making skills, it was already good.

A great favor.

If you can't make money and make your master unhappy, it's normal for him to be beaten or scolded.

So at that time, no one stood up to say a kind word or give advice to those of us who were apprentices, because everyone came here like this."

Ye Rongzhen's expression when telling the story is still kind, as if he has long downplayed the suffering of the past.

"But do you know when this situation started to change?"

The president's question made everyone shake their heads.

Has it changed?

This is the first time for everyone to be an apprentice. The club also beats apprentices. When they encounter those who refuse to change despite repeated admonitions, they are punished very harshly. Although there is no abuse like what the president said, for these little kids,

It's already very scary.

When Ye Rongzhen asked this, he didn't really want everyone to answer. He quickly gave the answer.

"It started from an old friend of mine. He accepted apprentices and taught opera a few years before me. At that time, he often told me that when we discipline our apprentices, we can make them suffer and make them remember, but we cannot insult their

Personality, don't hurt his fundamentals.

Therefore, after his apprentices go out, they can hold their heads high in front of others. They never feel that they are inferior to others just because they are opera singers. They can often keep themselves clean and stand out on their own merits.

I agree very much with his approach. That’s why I now create an opera troupe and teach opera, and I also teach my disciples according to his method. I hope that you can all become talents, surpass your master in the future, and go to a better stage, no matter where you go.

Wherever I go, I can hold my head high.”

Ye Rongzhen's words made the children's chests swell with excitement. A large number of them may not know what Peking Opera is, but almost none of them doesn't want to be a role and doesn't know the benefits of being a role.

The same is true for Xibao, but she is more curious about who Ye Rongzhen's old friend is and why he told this story.

Sure enough, an anxious older child raised his hand, and Ye Rongzhen motioned for him to speak.

The child stood up and asked: "President Ye, who is your old friend? When we meet outside the hospital in the future, we should also drink tea with him and thank him for imparting such good ideas to you.

We all benefited."

The atmosphere in Ye Rongzhen's story class is always very good, and the students are not restrained and laugh.

Ye Rongzhen wanted to show off, and said with a smile: "This old friend of mine has not only done this good thing, he is a well-known benefactor recognized by our Liyuan Bank. You all know that we use many notebooks now, all thanks to

Sir, he stayed and gave it to us free of charge.

But do you know why Mr.

Everyone shook their heads again.

Ye Rongzhen looked at everyone's blank faces and felt deeply that the Liyuan was changing so fast and there were no systematic records of historical figures. As a result, no one knew about the deeds that were popular back then.

The famous actor who was unknown to everyone at that time has now lost his name.

He felt that the burden on his shoulders was much heavier, so he continued to preach: "Our opera singing at that time had not yet formed the climate it is today. After one performance, Dajiao could earn more than ten taels of silver, which was already very good.

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My friend was luckier, because he got the top spot and got a higher package of silver, but not more than a few taels.

At that time, Mr. Xie's father was a poor scholar with little talent. Because of his love for opera, he often went around the garden to perform. My old friend and he hit it off and often helped him by discussing scripts.

Although he repeatedly stated that it was a gift, Mr. Xie was embarrassed and would write down an IOU every time. Although he had always been unappreciated for his talent and the economy was really bad, he never paid it back.

My old friend never hesitated, so he kept giving money to Mr. Xie, almost three thousand taels in total. Until Mr. Xie returned to his hometown and lost contact."

Hearing this, the children all curled their lips, feeling quite shameless.

Even Xibao was a little angry.

She had also heard a bit about the famous Mr.

But I didn’t expect Father Xie to be such a person. He would cut off contact if he didn’t pay back the money he owed. If that was the case, why would he write an IOU?

How sanctimonious!

Ye Rongzhen took a panoramic view of everyone's reactions and continued: "On the day of the funeral when Mr. Xie passed away, my old friend came to pay homage with the funeral ceremony and asked Mr. Xie to open the funeral ceremony and see it on the spot."

"It's an IOU, it must be an IOU."

There were children whispering below, looking like they were watching a good show.

In their hearts, they felt that an immoral person like Mr. Xie should be dealt with in this way.

Just take away all his funeral rites!

Xibao also has this idea.

Three thousand taels!

How much silver can an average family use in a year?

It is unclear whether the funeral gift received by a poor scholar who could not even afford food would be worth three thousand taels.

Even if they were all taken away, President Ye's old friend would still suffer a loss.

"That's right, it's the IOU. Each one is well preserved. Mr. Xie was shocked when he held it in his hand. He hurriedly said good things to my old friend. He said that Mr. Xie had always remembered this matter and could not rest in peace before his death.

He must return it one day. But the Xie family was really not yet ready at that time, and he hoped that my old friend could tolerate it for a little longer."

"This is an excuse, isn't it just to delay?"

Xilan smiled and said, "My mother also said this to creditors who came to her door, but I have never seen her actually pay back."

"What happened next? What happened next? Your old friend didn't agree, right?" A child asked anxiously.

Tan Xiaofu sneered and turned back to the child and said, "Of course I won't agree, otherwise how could he keep the IOU so well? He must also want money!"

It's the eighth day and I'm still feeling uncomfortable.

Don't listen to the nonsense people say on the Internet. If possible, you should take the time to go to the hospital for a check-up, even if it is a blood test.

Never take medicine randomly.
Chapter completed!