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In this way, Zhu Jiangjiang and Ming Ji reached a tacit understanding.

One went back to prepare to change the situation, and the other went back to ask for a letter of recommendation and admission letter.

When Mingji came to Xiaohuang Village with a letter of recommendation and an admission letter, he found that Zhu Jiangjiang wasn't trying to figure out a way for him at all, she was just busy building a house!

"Little lady, didn't you say you were helping me find a solution? Why are you doing other things again!" Mingji asked her in a questioning tone.

"Master Ming, you're here, but you got the letter of recommendation and admission letter?"

Zhu Jiangjiang was not angry because of his attitude, but smiled at him instead.

"I've done everything you asked me to do, but you..." Mingji took out those two things, and Zhu Jiangjiang snatched them before he finished speaking.

After opening it and confirming it, she patted his arm, even satisfied, "Master Ming, yes, thank you."

With that said, Zhu Jiangjiang was about to put things into his sleeves.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Mingji grabbed her wrist and spoke righteously, "Little lady, you and I help each other, I do your things for you, and you!"

"Listen." Zhu Jiangjiang pointed to Xiao Wu who was building a house behind him.

"Listen to what?"

"Listen to their songs."

Behind them, Xiao Wu and others were building a house while learning the Huangmei song that Zhu Jiangjiang taught them to sing.

The song sang was naturally the story of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai. Now they are just learning the song while working, and they have to rehearse the play when they are free in the evening.

Fortunately, Xiao Wu and the others had stayed in the building before, and they learned it well, and they would learn it once they were taught.

"On Yingying Terrace, Zhujiazhuang, everything in front of my eyes is old-fashioned. I am so happy and ecstatic when I recall the past, I don't know that she is a female red makeup..."

The tune sung by those few people, Ming Ji was confused, "What does this have to do with the tune?"

"It doesn't matter!"

Zhu Jiangjiang was dissatisfied with his suspicion of his own ideas, "Let me ask you, do you think my solution should be to write a clarification letter and explain this matter for Young Master Zhu and Miss Ming?"

Mingji hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"But have you ever thought that even if your clarification is so touching and tear-jerking, do you think the common people can understand it?"

The literacy rate in Jiangnan Town is so low, and the level of education received can be said to be better than none.

Everyone accepts the views of things from the older generation. Without unified education, the three views are extremely inconsistent, and the perspectives on things are also very different.

It is basically useless to try to explain and change the world's views through a clarification certificate.

"But what does this have to do with singing?" Ming Ji still didn't understand.

People can't read, so is singing useful?

"You have to listen to the story in this song before drawing any conclusions. This is a serial drama, a good story through the ages!" Zhu Jiangjiang was really going to be pissed off by him.

"Forget it, I'll make you a pot of tea, you just sit here today and listen to the song from beginning to end several times until you understand it!"

Don't talk nonsense, just sing to him directly.

If he thinks this story is acceptable and can become a good story, it means that this method is useful, and Zhu Jiangjiang will be more confident.

By the way, they can also adapt it based on the specific stories of Zhu Qingran and Mingyao, so that it will be true.

With a skeptical attitude, Mingji sat by the river with a large bowl of tea that Zhu Jiangjiang poured for him, and listened to the song several times from beginning to end.

It wasn't until the sky darkened and the singing ended that he was able to regain his senses.

At this moment, he already had a complete story in his mind. This story was very similar to what his sister had experienced, but it didn't end well.

"Little lady, Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai's transformation into butterflies is touching, but Yaoer can't die, she can't turn into a butterfly!"

Mingji followed Zhu Jiangjiang in a desperate manner, anxiously put forward his own ideas, and walked towards Pei's house with her.

Zhu Jiangjiang just finished moving the bricks. After a tiring day, he was panting when he spoke, "I know, the stories are more dramatic. If you think this ending is not good, we can change it."

"If you want to change, you must change!"

He doesn't want her sister to learn how to transform into a butterfly.

"But if you change the ending, it won't be shocking enough and won't achieve the ideal effect. Do you still want to change it?" Zhu Jiangjiang asked him back.

This is a serious question.

Their purpose of making this play is to change the world's attitudes and views on women disguising themselves as men in school. If the happy ending is changed, the impact of the story will definitely be affected.

"This..." Mingji was momentarily at a loss for words.

But in the end, he decided to change it!

"Little lady, change it, the story itself is shocking enough."

After dinner, after some deliberation, Mingji found Zhu Jiangjiang again and told her the final decision.

Zhu Jiangjiang, who was able to rest for a while, also turned his mind, "I agree with your suggestion, change it to a happy ending."

She agreed because the first half of the story was bold enough for deeply rooted ancients.

Regardless of whether the ending turns into a butterfly or not, it is enough to leave a deep impression on the hearts of the people who have heard this story.

In addition, in this era, there are no opportunities to receive cultural and artistic influences. Once this story is born, it will set off a storm, and they don't need to worry about the dramatic effect.

"Great, then you should change it quickly." Mingji's face beamed with joy, and he urged her naturally.

Zhu Jiangjiang glanced at him resentfully, "Brother, the sun is very strong today, the bricks I moved were hot, and I can't lift my arms now, how can I change the story for you."

In order to catch up with the progress and for Zhou Liang to enter Beijing to take the imperial examination smoothly, she has been almost desperate these two days, how can she have the time to correct his essay.

"Then you can change it tomorrow. From tomorrow onwards, you will leave the building of the house to me, and I will ask someone to help you!" Mingji waved his hand and took over the work of building her house.

In the darkness, I saw Zhu Jiangjiang showing a smug smile, "Deal!"

She was waiting for his words!

It is comfortable to ask workers to build a house. I wish Jiang Jiang and Zhou Liang can finally take a break and devote themselves to creative rehearsal.

"Zhou Liang, take a look at these topics and this article. If you have any questions or comments, please feel free to contact me."

Zhu Jiangjiang found Zhou Liang alone, and handed him a stack of papers.

What was written on the paper were several questions of this year's imperial examination in her memory, as well as her answers to these questions. According to her modern thinking, it should make him stand out among many students.

"This is the title form of the imperial examination. How could you have this?" Zhou Liang glanced at the above pictures, and he immediately recognized that this was the title form of the imperial examination.

If you have not participated in the imperial examination, it is difficult for ordinary students to know this kind of information. You only know what to test when you enter the examination room.

How would she know?

"You recognize this?" Zhu Jiangjiang was also surprised, he could recognize it at a glance.

Didn't Mingji say that this is a treasured item of their Ming family, something that even the students of their Ming family's private school don't know about?

Why did Zhou Liang recognize it right away?Could it be that his previous identity often came into contact with these things?

Zhu Jiangjiang couldn't help looking at him, but he didn't ask. It's better not to ask about other people's sad things.