The Story of a Spoiled Daughter Raising a Husband

"Drama?" Ji Xiuping had never heard of this term before.

"It's similar to opera performances outside, but it's not sung; it's performed by people with emotion," Tong Qian explained.

Since transmigrating here, she has discovered that the cultural and entertainment development in this time and space is very backward. Apart from opera excerpts, there are not many storytelling performances. This is a huge opportunity.

Ji Xiuping had never heard of this performance style she was talking about, but it sounded very interesting, and he couldn't help but sigh, "The ideas you come up with are all very unique."

Tong Qian was quite pleased with this indirect compliment, and her lips curved into a smile. Then, as if she had suddenly thought of something, she quickly ran to the table, took out a thin booklet from the box underneath, walked to Ji Xiuping's side, handed it to him, and said mysteriously, "Here, this is what you should read."

Ji Xiuping looked puzzled, slowly opened the book, read it carefully, and then couldn't put it down.

“This, this is—” Ji Xiuping stared wide-eyed.

This booklet contains not only stories of ancient people and military strategies, but also many famous sayings on governance, all of which are related to national scientific research.

Ji Xiuping looked at Tong Qian with great surprise. The latter said earnestly, "Brother Xiuping, I know you have great ambitions and don't want to waste your life in this countryside. Moreover, with your talent, you are definitely no less capable than those scholars on the street."

So, she did see it today.

"Qian'er, I—" Ji Xiuping was filled with mixed emotions and didn't know what to say to express the emotion he felt at that moment.

"Brother Xiuping," Tong Qian smiled gently, "You don't need to say anything, I understand. Between you and me, we've long since become one. If you're well, then I'm well too."

Unable to restrain himself any longer, Ji Xiuping pulled her into his arms and whispered solemnly in her ear, "I will definitely not let you down."

Tong Qian wrapped her arms around his waist and nodded happily. Of course she trusted him; otherwise, she wouldn't have done so much for him.

Afterwards, when Ji Xiuping calmed down and carefully examined the contents of the booklet in his hand, he was deeply moved by its rich quotations and concise language. He treated it like a treasure and never put it down even while eating.

Tong Qian was very comforted to see that he was very interested and learned quickly. At least, it was worth it for her to copy the book until her hands hurt!

A few days later, the two went to town again. The teahouse owner immediately came downstairs to greet them.

"Oh my, my dear aunt, you've finally arrived! But you brought songs with you, because Yun'er is almost out of songs to sing."

Tong Qian said unhurriedly, "Boss, I didn't bring anything today. I came here specifically to invite you to the theater."

The teahouse owner said with a fawning smile, "None of those can compare to the beauty of what a young woman writes."

"This trip isn't about watching a play," Tong Qian said with a mysterious smile, "but about seeing people."

"Look at people?" The teahouse owner was completely confused.

Tong Qian ignored him, gave someone some silver, gave them a few instructions, and then took Ji Xiuping and the teahouse owner to the neighborhood.

When they arrived, the opera had already started, so they found a seat nearby and listened for a while.

The teahouse owner was extremely anxious, but he couldn't figure out what Tong Qian and the other person were up to, so he could only suppress his anxiety and sit down first.

"This is so boring." At the next table, a middle-aged fat man suddenly said, "It's the same old story over and over again, we've practically chewed it up."

The man next to him chimed in, "Exactly! The music in the teahouse is much more interesting. I'll listen—"

"If you don't want to watch, then don't watch. Nobody's forcing you!" Suddenly, a middle-aged man burst out from backstage. He was full of energy and seemed to be the head of the opera troupe. He was glaring angrily at the fat man's table.

Upon hearing this, the fat man immediately stood up, about to retort, when a woman in a yellow dress suddenly appeared in front of him, her eyebrows raised in anger: "Every place has its own unique characteristics. If you like other places, just go there. Why are you making sarcastic remarks here?"

"Hmph." The fat man scoffed, "Just because you're less skilled doesn't mean you can't speak up?"

"Forget it, forget it." Seeing that things were getting out of hand, the people next to him quickly pulled the fat man away. "Why bother arguing with a little girl? Let's go, let's go."

Upon seeing this, the actors on stage awkwardly stopped, and the crowd, whispering amongst themselves, gradually dispersed.

The troupe leader sat dejectedly in his chair, sighing repeatedly, but he still remembered to thank the girl who had stood up for the troupe earlier.

"No need for you to be so polite, Master," Tong Qian replied casually, but her eyes glanced at Ji Xiuping intentionally or unintentionally.

Ji Xiuping naturally understood and stepped forward to ask, "Master, if I may ask, how much do you charge for the main performers here?"

"What?" The troupe leader was somewhat bewildered.

"So," Tong Qian walked up from behind and stood beside Ji Xiuping, "how much would it cost if I wanted to buy my star performer from you?"

The troupe leader, Teng, stood up abruptly, glanced at the opera troupe on the stage, and squinted at Tong Qian, saying, "What are you trying to do? Although our troupe is not doing well, it hasn't disbanded yet. If you want to come here to poach people, you'd better give up that idea immediately."

Tong Qian sensed the displeasure in his words and immediately smiled and said, "Don't be angry, Master. I'm not here to steal your business. On the contrary, I'm here to give you money."

The troupe leader: "Give money? What kind of money?"

“Of course it’s a lot of money,” Tong Qian said. “To be honest, I’m one of the owners of the teahouse that fat man mentioned earlier.”

The troupe leader was taken aback after hearing this, and looked Tong Qian up and down several times, as if trying to determine whether her words were true or false.

Tong Qian smiled and pointed to the teahouse owner: "If the troupe leader doesn't believe me, you can ask him. This person is the owner of that teahouse."

Seeing this, the teahouse owner cursed Tong Qian inwardly, thinking, "What a cunning little person! She never misses a loophole." But on the surface, he had no choice but to nod with a wry smile and say, "Yes, yes."

Ji Xiuping watched his forced smile and heartbreaking expression, and couldn't help but chuckle softly.

The troupe leader only slowly realized what was happening: "So, what brings you all here today—"

Snapped.

A blue book was tossed onto the table. Tong Qian leisurely sat down, raised an eyebrow and smiled, "No rush, no rush, class leader, boss, please take a look and see if my story is interesting enough?"

The two people who were called looked at each other in surprise, then sat down and began to look through the blue book together.

After an unknown amount of time, the teahouse owner suddenly stood up, rubbing his hands excitedly. In his eyes, this notebook was full of money.

The troupe leader, needless to say, seemed to have returned to his youthful exuberance, exclaiming, "Brilliant, truly brilliant! This story is absolutely exhilarating!"