"The drought gnawed away the last handful of rice ears in the south of the Yangtze River, and the locust plague tore the red silk curtains of Fuxing Tea House to pieces.
Su Wanzhao stepped on the broken tea residue on the ground and watched the costumes of the Spring Stage Troupe being snatched away by the refugees, leaving only a sleeve. The troupe was dispersed, the teahouse collapsed, and even Xiao Tao, who was best at singing "The Peony Pavilion", cried and wanted to become a military prostitute.
But she wiped the ashes from her face and put the broken pipa in her arms: "The fate of an actor is to sing with vitality in these lean years."
' After breaking the gong and building a grass platform, she coaxed the people to send food with the new opera text of "The Refugee Savior", frightened the warlords into retreating with the aria of "Yuanmen Zhanzi", and led a group of actors who had lost their livelihood to transform from a begging theater troupe into a "theater empire" that protected hundreds of people.
It is said in this world that an actor's life is like grass, but she wanted to be the craziest and fiercest performer in those lean years! "
