The Story of a Spoiled Daughter Raising a Husband

After leaving the teahouse, I went straight to the courtyard, intending to stay there for the night and work on the storytelling scripts that would match the two sets of stage play scripts. I planned to rehearse them with Zhen Rui early tomorrow morning, and then have him work with the drama troupe the day after tomorrow. That would be close to the release date I had planned.

Actually, after Tong Qian made the list that day, and at the original owner's suggestion, she found a steward to help take care of all the big and small things in the courtyard. She also left behind two servants who were unwilling to leave. Recently, she has been having them purchase some of the most essential items.

He also asked the steward to help find a tutor to teach the children, so that they could recognize and write some simple characters. Later, they could learn things that would be useful to them and could also help him, depending on their personalities.

These days, Tong Qian seems to be at the teahouse every day, but she always comes here early every morning. One reason is to check on the children's learning and listen to their thoughts. The other reason is to see if there is anything she needs to buy, so she can purchase it together and bring it over the next day.

So when Tong Qian appeared, a group of children surrounded her. Ji Xiuping said that the little girl who had snuggled in Tong Qian's arms in the dilapidated temple was particularly beautiful when she smiled, and also had a very cheerful personality. Moreover, she especially wanted to be loved by everyone like a fairy, so he named her Yan'er.

Yan'er nestled into Tong Qian's arms and asked softly, "Sister, why did you come at this time today? Did you miss us?"

Tong Qian nodded at the children's expectant eyes. "Yes, I missed you all. I'll stay here with you tonight, but I have something to do right now. I'll come out to keep you company later, okay?"

Tong Qian wasn't sure if they would let her go back to her room if she said that, but as soon as she finished speaking, the children all stepped aside, and Yan'er took her hand and walked towards her room, with the other children following behind.

After seeing Tong Qian to the door, another little girl standing in front, named An'an, said cautiously, "Sister, you go ahead and do your work. We'll do the homework the teacher assigned, and you can check it later when you're done."

Tong Qian looked at An An and nodded with a smile, but in her heart she thought of how she had said that she only wanted everyone to be safe and sound. Ji Xiuping followed her wishes and gave her this name. He only said "Good girl" before going into the house to busy himself with his own things.

Looking at the script he had revised based on the daily rehearsal progress, he couldn't help but sigh. This was a completely new attempt, but he didn't have a clear direction yet, and didn't know how to best insert the story. However, now that he had a direction, he naturally couldn't give up so easily.

Thinking this way, and based on today's final rehearsal, I carefully considered every word and made clear marks where I could enter into the play. I repeatedly pondered the script and the script, simulating possible scenes that could be used.

Over two hours, I rehearsed the script dozens of times and finally settled on a suitable script and approach. Looking at the results, I felt a great sense of accomplishment for the first time. If this attempt is successful, I will be able to design more and more directions in the future.

Not only can novels and film and television dramas be used as the basis for stage play scripts, but the performances of novels and film and television dramas can also be combined directly, with stage plays and storytelling alternating in the performance, making one forget about time for a while.

Hearing the sudden knock on the door, she went out and found it was Li Zichen. But at that moment, she noticed that it was already dark and asked in a daze, "How many hours have I been inside?"

“A little over two hours.” After saying that, Li Zichen continued, “I came to ask if Miss Tong would like to have dinner with us. If you want to eat in your room, I can have someone bring it in for you.” He then stared at Tong Qian somewhat nervously.

Tong Qian, however, seemed oblivious and said, "Why are you bringing it over? I'll go with you. Didn't An'an just ask me to help check her homework? We can check it while we eat."

After saying that, she noticed that Li Zichen's expression was a little off, so she asked, "What's wrong with you? Is it because your homework has been difficult lately, or did you already know those things before?"

As Li Zichen listened, he first nodded, then shook his head, momentarily forgetting that he was supposed to take Tong Qian to dinner. He just stood at the door talking about his own things.

“Miss Tong, please don’t be angry when I say this, but I think if you need us to do something, you can just tell us to do it. There’s no need to do so much for us. My younger siblings are still young and don’t understand these things. I think we should listen to you and that’s why I don’t want to say these things.”

"But I feel there are too many inappropriate things. You gave us a place to stay, food, and clean clothes. Now you're even letting us study with the Master. I'm very grateful to you, but all of this costs money. I feel uneasy taking Blair's things."

"So I don't want to follow the teacher to learn those things now. Please let me go to the village. I'm strong and can help you with the farming." After saying this, he lowered his head somewhat embarrassedly, not daring to look at Tong Qian's face.

Seeing him like this, Tong Qian knew that he was really upset. It was rare that he could still have such thoughts at this time and even dare to express them. However, what he was thinking was never as simple as wanting them to do something.

She slowly said, "Zichen, you don't need to be nervous or worried. Everyone calls me 'sister,' but you've always called me 'Miss Tong.' Is it because you feel you shouldn't call me 'sister,' or because I can't be your sister?"

Li Zichen didn't expect Tong Qian to ask that question. He looked up abruptly and met Tong Qian's gaze directly. There was only seriousness and deep concern in her eyes, leaving him nowhere to escape. He looked at her like that and quickly lowered his head.

He murmured, "No, no, it's just that I feel you've been too good to us. I don't want to treat Chen Hu like an older sister and think that what you're doing is just what you're entitled to."