"I told them not to go! Told them not to go, but they insisted!"
"So many people have been beaten, legs broken, hands broken, and those are our livelihoods! The troupe master was even beaten to death!"
"In a few days, I won't be able to keep them in the troupe either. Shantong City is poor, can't support idle performers. Better to scatter some money and let them return home. Ah! Ah! Why are you pushing me?! Don't go in, don't go in!"
In the courtyard lay a corpse. It was the troupe master, who came to the troupe later like Little Tao. He used to be a prominent lead actor, but later ruined his voice. Fortunately, he found work in this troupe. He was such a kind man, so kind that when he laughed, the wrinkles on his face could squeeze out two smiles.
But now, he was dead.
Little Tao couldn't stop her tears from rolling down.
Her own leg was broken too, and death wasn't far away.
