Without thinking, Zhou Heng rushed out of the room, walked behind her, and patted her on the shoulder. Qiu Niang was shocked and sat on the ground with her mouth covering her mouth.

With the candlelight at the entrance of the stairs, she turned around and found that it was Zhou Heng. Then she let go of her hand and looked at Zhou Heng in confusion.

"Doctor Zhou Zhou, why are you here?"

Zhou Heng didn't answer her, so he looked up and down at Qiu Niang.

At this moment, she had changed into a coarse cloth dress with a short black and gray collar, wearing a small hat on her head, and a scarf wrapped around her from the top of her head to the sides of her cheeks, completely dressed as a servant.

What else can I explain with such a dress? She just wants to leave and leave without saying goodbye.

Seeing that Zhou Heng had not spoken for a long time, Qiu Niang grabbed her clothes and then stood up, as if a child who had made a mistake stood in front of Zhou Heng, a little at a loss.

Zhou Heng pulled her arm and went straight to the office, opened the fire note and lit the oil lamp. Then he searched for the cabinet and found a sheepskin vest and a bag of scattered silver.

Then he looked at Qiu Niang and pushed these things in front of her.

"If you really have some plans, tell me that I won't stop you, but I hope you will live a good life. If you still play and sing, then you might as well stay and go to my mansion to handle some chores for the time being, or go to Beishan and learn about pharmaceuticals. After all, after spring is in full bloom, there are other arrangements for you and me."

Qiu Niang didn't say anything, nor did she pick up the sheepskin waistcoat and silver. Looking at her thin clothes and a small baggage, she knew that she had just brought two pieces of clothes to change her clothes.

After a while, Qiu Niang looked up at Zhou Heng.

"It's a burden for me to stay. Some people in Beijing want to stare at me, so they will naturally not give up. These people can control Xiao Xiang Pavilion and let the casinos attract their adoptive father to submit. This is not an ordinary ability. I'm afraid it will cause Dr. Zhou to get angry. I don't want you to carry these things to save me."

Zhou Heng looked at Qiu Niang and sat down.

"Sit down. If it is because of this, you can rest assured. Now that I go to Beishan first, I will re-arrange you a certain identity. As for the name Begonia, forget it. After the Beishan Mountain begins to cultivate and plant new plants in the spring, a theater will be established. It is not a place for ordinary opera singing, but just interpreting the story. I need your help."

Qiu Niang looked up at Zhou Heng. Seeing that there was no sympathy in his eyes, she thought for a while, then bit her lip and said:

"Qiu Niang was rescued by Doctor Zhou, so there is no problem changing her name. After all, when I want to leave today, I don't plan to call Qiu Niang again."

Seeing Qiu Niang relax, Zhou Heng felt a little relaxed, and when he thought of the white clothes he had when he first met, he suddenly thought of a poem.

"Your clouds are wild, and you are wearing white clothes for the first time. What about you, so why do you take the white character as your surname and name Qingyun? Is Bai Qingyun good?"

Qiu Niang quickly bowed to Zhou Heng, and she was wearing white clothes just now, which almost made her cry.

"I first met and got treatment from Doctor Zhou. I have caused you troubles all the time along the way. I really don't know how to repay you. If there is anything Qing Yun can do, you can just give me instructions."

Zhou Heng nodded and raised his hand to signal her to get up.

"Sit down, the theater I envisioned is different from the existing ones. After that, we will recruit some personnel, including men, women, young and old. It is better to be able to play or play opera. There is no problem. Just interpret the stories in a fixed scene. There are still a few days to celebrate the New Year. I will sort it out when I am free. This is a good business to win popularity."

Qiu Niang, who should not be called Qingyun now, raised her head slightly and looked at Zhou Heng who was telling the story vividly. There seemed to be stars in his eyes, attracting Qingyun's gaze.

Although she didn't know what the theater was doing, she had already made her extremely longing for telling stories to others, not singing like operas, and she would find it interesting to say this.

"No need to sing, just perform?"

Zhou Heng nodded vigorously, "Do you know about Xiu'er's treatment?"

Qing Yun nodded, "When Doctor Liu came to persuade me, he showed me the scars on her neck and told me her story, from begging for death to later remove patients and studying medicine with you. Finally, he saved a mother and son with his own hands. I cried."

Zhou Heng snapped his fingers.

"Yes, this is a similar story that can not only promote Huichuntang's medical skills, but also allow many people to understand related diseases, so as not to blindly follow them. They are performed by actors in one scene after another. Think about it, this is more interesting than storytelling and simpler than listening to operas, right?"

Qing Yun widened his eyes. Thinking of Xiu'er's story, it was really attractive if it was so thrilling. If he could play these characters, wouldn't he have lived a few more lives?

However, thinking of his injured face, Qing Yun paused and the light in his eyes instantly dimmed.

"But my face is already ruined. How should I interpret this?"

Zhou Heng looked at her, "It's not too late to regret now. After Xiu'er changed the dressings to you these days, she has not always applied a kind of oil to you."

Qing Yun nodded, "A white oil with the aroma of jasmine. I don't know what medicine it is, but after applying it, my cheeks will no longer be painful."

Zhou Heng breathed a sigh of relief and could apply Shushen cream in time. Nowadays, the ointment is not only horse oil, but also a few precious medicinal herbs are added, which is extremely effective in healing scars.

"After the stitch is removed tomorrow, this ointment will be applied three times a day. Look, Xiu'er's wound is just a thread now, and it's not impossible to find it if you look closely, right? Besides, among the people I know in Beijing, you are the only one who can do this, so I will take care of it first. In two days, I will give you the script and then recruit people. As for the theater, start construction after a little warmer."

Qingyun stood up and knelt down to Zhou Heng.

"I wonder what the theater looks like?"

Zhou Heng raised his hand and signaled Qing Yun to get up. Then he thought about taking out a piece of paper and writing on it.

"Look, ordinary stages are all seated on one side, with the audience standing up high, and the performers stand on the stage to perform. The theater I want to build is circular, with a small stage in the center, and a small platform behind it, divided into two floors to change the scene.

All the audience who watched the performance sat on these circular seats, one circle higher than another. Even in the last row, the people in front could not block his sight and could fully see the performance in the center of the stage.

Of course, the entire theater must have a roof, and this roof is best inlaid with glass plates, so that the light is extremely sufficient. When performing, you can use a mirror to illuminate the light source and follow the performer."

Zhou Heng's hand was moving very quickly, and a Roman-style opera house had appeared on paper. Of course, there were also design concepts for later stage plays.

Zhou Heng really didn't think about how to arrange Qingyun in the future. When he talked about letting her stay, he thought of the Spring Festival and the gatherings of these high-ranking officials and nobles, and suddenly, Zhou Heng thought of the theater.

In such a place, if all the ladies are watching the show and then they will have some consumption around them, such as the same clothes, hair accessories, fan dolls, and snacks, these consumption is very terrifying.

By the way, the weather is good. You can set up a restaurant in Beishan, including hot pot, barbecue, skewers, raise some live poultry and precious small animals, and fish and some small games.

Wow, I think it’s beautiful. Such a living is a pampering thing for both young and old. Women go to watch plays and chat, children can be temporarily custodians and have fun in the amusement park, men can fish and barbecue to reminisce about the old meal, and there is even a secret tea room, which can be done if you want to talk about anything.

The more Zhou Heng thought about it, the more he felt it was feasible. The smile on his lips became bigger and bigger. Qing Yun on the opposite side looked at Zhou Heng and smiled foolishly. Although he didn't know what he was thinking, he must have had a good idea.

I don’t know how long it took, Zhou Heng withdrew his gaze and looked at Qing Yun.

"Hurry up, go to bed and rest. Before going to bed, the reporter applied the ointment again. I took advantage of the idea to write the script out."
Chapter completed!