As the plague gradually passed, the new play was finally scheduled.
On the day Yuan Zonggao left, the martial arts drama "Battle of Changsha" was about to be staged in Anlu.
Since the stage has not been used for a long time, the theater troupe is taking the time to clean it up. At this time, theater tickets have begun to be sold, and Yu San is talking to Zhu Hao about the sales situation of theater tickets in the future.
"...It's hard to get a ticket. I heard that the private room and the relatively front seats were sold by scalpers for 200 cents a piece. This is better than when we sang "The Legend of White Snake"."
Zhu Hao laughed and said: "It's normal for the premiere to be lively. If this new play doesn't get a good response, it won't be as popular later on."
Just as he was talking, there was a noise in the theater, and a young man and two attendants were seen arguing with the theater troupe.
The young man's attitude was arrogant: "There are no theater tickets? How is this possible... It's only a few ounces of money. I can afford it. I will give you five tickets tomorrow. I want to invite friends to come to the theater. They have to have the best seats... I always have enough money."
not enough?"
Five tickets are enough money?
Zhu Hao wanted to say, brother, you are so generous.
If you go to the black market to buy tickets, isn't this the price? I can give you a temporary extra seat... If you don't make dozens of taels of silver at the end of this performance, it will be a good start.
But Zhu Hao just thought, there are still rules. This can only mean that the new show is too popular, and these people who can't buy tickets come to make trouble.
When Yu San was about to go over to maintain order, Zhu Hao pulled him and said with a smile: "Ignore him and let him make trouble."
Yu San said in surprise: "Brother Hao, that one seems to be...the Zhu family?"
"Well?"
Zhu Hao was startled.
But at this moment, the other party announced his identity: "Don't ask me which family I am from! My father is the deputy Qianhu of Jinyiwei, and he will return to Anlu soon to take up the post of Qianhu. How dare you, a small troupe, to look down upon you?"
Me? Be careful, I will tear down your stage if you turn around!"
Now Zhu Hao understood that the other party was Zhu Yanling, the son of his uncle's family and the third-generation eldest grandson of the Zhu family.
"Brother Hao, you..."
Yu San didn't understand that Zhu Hao didn't even know his brother?
Zhu Hao smiled and said: "I haven't seen him for two or three years, and I didn't recognize him for a while... You know that we, the third-bedroom people, are not close to the Zhu family."
Yu San was relieved when he heard this.
Although Zhu Hao has a quick mind, he is still a child anyway. It is a bit difficult for a child to remember a cousin he has not seen for several years. Besides, it is a family matter of the Zhu family. Is it related to his relationship with Sanmao? He is too lazy to explore it.
reason.
"Brother Hao, would you like to go over and say hello?" Yu San asked for instructions.
Zhu Hao said: "I can't recognize him, and he can't recognize me...Looking at his arrogant and domineering look, wouldn't I be asking for trouble if I went to recognize my relatives? Even my mother doesn't know that this business is mine, so he
What do you know? I'm leaving first."
When Yu San saw Zhu Hao was about to leave, he quickly asked: "What about the theater tickets..."
Zhu Hao replied without thinking: "No, let him figure it out on his own!"
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Get theater tickets from me?
Beautiful thought!
Even if I have enough money to buy five tickets, I won't sell them. I still have some backbone.
Return home.
Zhu Niang and Aunt Li were also talking about a new play to be performed in the city in the coming days.
Zhu Niang did not avoid her son when talking about it, but also deliberately talked to her son to listen.
"... In the past, when we sang operas in the city, we couldn't leave the shop and didn't have time to watch the opera. Now we finally have free time... I heard that many people want to see the show tomorrow, so why don't we, as a family, go and take a look... Xiao
Hao, if you want to study, why not do this? Let’s buy tickets for tomorrow night’s show and watch it together when Xiao Hao comes out of the palace.”
Zhu Hao said: "Mom, it's said outside that the tickets for tomorrow's two shows have long been sold out. A ticket on the black market costs a hundred coins, and a good seat costs two hundred coins. Is this what you want to hear?"
Before Zhu Niang could react, Aunt Li next to her was shocked: "It's so expensive? The owner of the theater troupe is so evil that he actually thought of selling tickets... This is not a theater at all, it's just a money grab!"
This sounds right at first glance.
But the problem is...
Auntie, can you figure it out?
The bad-tempered person you mentioned is standing in front of you. Is it really okay for you to scold me like this?
It’s not that I sold it at such a high price, it’s just that someone maliciously hyped it up. You can’t use the price of theater tickets after the hype to measure the original price. After all, there are only a few people who are willing to spend money to buy high-priced tickets.
What scalpers do is high-end business. Ordinary theatergoers just buy a ticket to go in and listen to the theater. If you want to resell it, it will basically be at the same price, and you may even lose some money.
If you have tickets and want to resell them, you may not be able to sell them for 200 coins each.
Zhu Niang smiled and said: "It doesn't matter if the price is higher. Isn't Yu San working for that owner? The troupe went to Nanchang with us. There were many people taking care of us on the way, so it's right for us to go and support... Besides, with Yu San's relationship,
I don’t think theater tickets really cost more than 100 yuan, right?”
Zhu Hao hurriedly said: "Mom, even if we want to listen, we can go later. Tomorrow there will be a group of theater fans waiting to see the premiere. The price of theater tickets must be high. In a few days, a ticket will not even cost ten cents."
, don’t be in a hurry.”
Aunt Li also nodded in agreement with Zhu Hao's point of view: "Master Hao is right, whoever you let make money cannot let the black-hearted boss make it. Let's see about it later."
Indirectly, Zhu Hao was scolded again.
In order to avoid being exposed for making money from the theater, Zhu Hao had no choice but to tolerate the scolding behind his back. Not to mention Aunt Li, there were probably many people in the city who wanted to listen to the opera but couldn't buy tickets. She didn't know how many times she scolded him behind his back.
, if you don’t have any shame, don’t come out as soon as possible.
Zhu Niang thought for a while and nodded in agreement: "Then let's wait for two days."
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Early the next morning.
The entrance to the palace was very lively.
When Yuan Zonggao went to Nanchang to serve as Jiangxi's envoy, his colleagues from the palace came to see him off. Even several children studying in the palace came out to see him off under the leadership of Tang Yin, although they could only stand behind and watch from a distance.
Zhu San and Zhu Si obviously didn't take Yuan Zonggao's departure seriously. They were still making a fuss there, and even Lu Bing was squirming in and out of the crowd.
Zhu Hao found a relatively high place and looked around at the crowds. He thought to himself that he had never noticed that there were so many officials in Prince Xing's palace. It was not easy to feed a large family! The imperial court
Financial expenditures on vassal kings in various places have always been large.
Cutting off vassalage?
Tweet the order of grace?
It's all nonsense.
The fundamental problem is that the Ming Dynasty has been at peace for a long time, and the number of royal relatives has been increasing. These people are waiting for the court to provide money to support them, and they have never thought about being self-reliant.
Feudal dynasties have always been passed down from generation to generation by princes and nobles. Only scholars pay attention to the concept of being an emperor and ministers, and scholars who are loyal to princes and flow... No matter how good a scholar is, he can only take the imperial examination and become the chief minister.
When you retire, you will be nothing more than a scholar or a supervisor among the younger generations. The descendants still need to strengthen themselves...
Scholars think they are great, but in the end they just serve the princes.
When Zhu Hao thought about his future, he was just repeating the path that a scholar would take. Isn't the same true true for Yuan Zonggao, who worked hard in Prince Xing's Mansion?
I feel sad just thinking about it.
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Yuan Zonggao got on the carriage and left.
Tang Yin turned around and said to the children: "Okay, let's go back to class."
With Yuan Zonggao gone, Tang Yin felt a lot more relaxed. After all, the only one in the palace who could really crush him and could be called a "senior" and "teacher" was Yuan Zonggao. With Yuan Zonggao gone, who can shake his status in the palace? One of you. Regardless of what he learned from his talents, he is still a scumbag!
Several children returned to the academy, and Lu Song, who had been escorted all the way, left on his own.
Tang Yin asked several children to review their homework. He called Zhu Hao to come over and prepared to teach Zhu Hao Si Shu Wen as agreed yesterday.
"This is the title, this is a sample sentence, you..."
Tang Yin, as the Southern Zhili Emperor Jieyuan, was naturally qualified to look down on Zhu Hao when it came to writing articles, because he felt that no matter how knowledgeable Zhu Hao was, he would never be able to write the Four Books.
Zhu Hao simply read the question and did not read the so-called sample essay.
When I returned to my seat, the topic was very simple. It came from "The Analects of Confucius", "The Master said, "Don't worry about others, don't know yourself, know when you are worried, but don't know about others."
The general idea is that Confucius said, don't worry that others don't understand you, but worry that you don't understand others. This is to teach scholars to endure the loneliness of being unknown, to check people and observe things more, rather than to blame others, and one day everything will be better. Famous throughout the world.
Zhu Hao stroked his pen and wrote a few sentences casually.
There is no breaking or continuing of the topic, just starting to speak and finishing with a few hasty sentences.
He stood up and walked to the podium, handed his homework to Tang Yin, and Zhu Hao was ready to go back and do his own thing... He completed the four essays as promised, just because he didn't want Tang Yin to pester him.
At this time, Tang Yin had just taken out the lesson plan, and before he even read a few sentences, he saw Zhu Hao coming to hand in the paper... Tang Yin first looked at Zhu Hao with a strange expression, and then took the sentences written by Zhu Hao and looked at them, frowning.
"It has no beginning and no end. What did you write?" Tang Yin prepared to teach Zhu Hao a lesson with a straight face, but when he looked up and saw Zhu Hao's stubborn little face, his tone naturally weakened.
That's what he said, but Zhu Hao's writing style is still very sophisticated. He actually saw advice for himself from Zhu Hao's article... Am I paranoid?
This kid can't possibly know what questions I'm going to ask in advance, right?
"I'll give you the questions on the spot, and you can write them out."
From the few sentences written by Zhu Hao, Tang Yin could not judge the level of Zhu Hao's Four Books. Seeing that Zhu Hao handed in the paper too quickly, he planned to give Zhu Hao another question.
Zhu Hao said: "Sir, is this too difficult to do?"
"Just write one more article, try your best...if you can't do it, I'll teach you."
After saying this, Tang Yin nodded to Zhu Hao and then wrote: "People with lofty ideals and benevolent people do not seek to live to harm benevolence, but to kill lives to achieve benevolence."
"hehe!"
When Zhu Hao saw this title, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Tang Yin frowned: "Why are you laughing?"
Zhu Hao pretended to be fine: "No, no, the Analects of Confucius question looks familiar, so I just laughed...Mr. Lu, do you want me to write this article?"
Tang Yin looked at the remaining smile on Zhu Hao's face, felt angry, and said with a straight face: "I have seen your skills in writing the four essays before, and they are not bad. Today you write out this question completely. If you can't write it well, You have to stay in class, and my teacher will teach you little by little. With my teacher’s help, you will write your first four-part essay..."
"OK."
Zhu Hao did not refuse, but looked at Tang Yin with a more narrow look.