Outside the theater, a woman sighed softly, "This stroke has etched through thirty years of human life."
In an instant, applause erupted in the Danbi Grand Music Hall, mingling with the sounds of sobbing, as if in a dream.
Someone tossed silver onto the stage, and women took off their hairpins to throw them onto the stage, making a clanging noise on the White Jade Platform. All the actors came on stage and bent down to collect them.
These were their rewards.
Shen Ye joined in the fun, tossing a piece of silver, then asked Chen Ji with a smile, "Dear brother, everyone says the Li Changge in the play is you. What do you think?"
Chen Ji shook his head, "It's merely borrowing the scene of Debating Scripture, nothing else has much to do with me. This 'Four Dreams of Bianliang' ultimately was just for the debating scene in the play. Daoist Master Zhang Li from the Dao Court cooked up this dumpling just for this vinegar."
