Chapter 412 408. Xiao Zhao, come on stage!
But one day, Luo Yihang did some accounting, and the old empress dowager immediately stopped feeling sorry for him.

Last time when Xiaolin delivered the pigs, didn’t he bring back a cart of sweet elephant grass?

After testing, Boss Lin found that the protein content of this batch of sweet elephant grass was extremely high, much better than the pig grass he was using now.

After trying to feed it for a while, the pigs also liked to eat it. Moreover, after comparing the data, the average weight gain rate of the pigs increased by 7.8%, which was very obvious.

Immediately decide to purchase in large quantities.

As a result, the exchange rate was equivalent to more than ten tons of sweet elephant grass being able to exchange for one pig.

That's quite appropriate.

The sweet elephant grass in the field is growing so fast that it is almost a disaster. It is growing like crazy and cannot be cut completely. After being cut, it will grow taller again within two days. Even the weeds cannot grow faster than it.

Mr. Luo wanted to send dozens of sheep there to graze, but he was afraid that the sheep would starve to death in the pasture.

We should get rid of them all quickly and replace them with pigs.

This is another form of "barter"...
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Finished introducing the braised pork.

Grandpa Luoluo was also arranging for us to try mushrooms, spicy chicken, and lettuce.

Every time they tasted a dish, Captain Zhang and Teacher Xu praised it.

Uncle Gonggong was very proud and helped Luo Yihang to brag about it, saying that all the products were grown by Hangwazi, and that they were not available for sale outside, and that all the scientists at the Imperial Capital Academy of Sciences ate them.

My great-grandson's wife is a scientist at the Academy of Sciences, carrying out secret scientific research tasks for the state.

I don't know who leaked the news.

However, Uncle Gou Gou knew what was going on. He only praised the big things and ignored the small ones; he only praised the far things and ignored the near ones.

He didn't mention anything about the radar on the platform.

There are delicious food, and I feel happy. There are also stories to liven up the atmosphere.

Teacher Xu and Captain Zhang unconsciously ate a little more and ate a little faster.

Well, it’s not very nice to describe the two elderly people as swept away by whirlwind.
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After meal.

While drinking tea to help digestion.

Captain Zhang brought the topic back to the Gugu opera.

Ask Luo Yihang, "Mr. Luo, in your opinion, how should our Gou Gou Troupe develop?"

The question was asked in a very serious tone, and it was obvious that Captain Zhang was sincerely asking for advice.

In fact, Luo Yihang was also thinking about this matter.

Although until yesterday, he didn't know what the "GuGuo Opera" was.

But now it’s different, because he has the relationship with Grandpa Gougo, and he is truly moved by the persistence of Teacher Xu and others.

But after thinking about it, there is only one general direction now.

"Captain Zhang, we are not outsiders, so I will speak frankly. Please don't take it personally if there is anything wrong with what I say."

Generally speaking, this means that you are going to say something unpleasant.

Captain Zhang waved his hands repeatedly and said no.

"Well then." Luo Yihang said directly, "The current Guoguo Opera is not just your troupe, but this genre, this art form. It can only be said to exist and is not dead yet. But that's all. It's still hanging on with one breath."

This is a strong statement.

Teacher Xu's face changed.

After listening to this, Captain Zhang sighed, his shoulders drooped, he smiled bitterly, and nodded silently.

An outsider can see it clearly, so how could he not know it?

But they have struggled for so many years, using all the methods they can think of and making all the efforts they can. But the result is that the Gou Gou Troupe is getting worse and worse. Only a group of old audiences are still watching. It can even be said that only these old audiences still remember Gou Gou Opera.

But the old audiences have grown old and passed away one by one.

Director Zhang is worried that once all these audiences are gone, no one will watch the plays they learn, and the current group of young students will also leave.

The Gugu opera will become a genre of music that only remains in archives.

Only some texts, pictures, and at most videos are left for future generations to remember.

Captain Zhang didn't want this to happen, but he had no choice.

Fortunately, God sent us Boss Luo, who has such a deep connection with the opera and is very capable.
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As long as there is consensus, that’s fine.

Luo Yihang continued to state his general direction.

"So, if we want to keep the opera alive and develop, the first step is to make the troupe self-sustaining. It won't work just by relying on financial allocations, we need audiences."

"To attract audiences, we need to spread the word about Gugu Opera first, at least let everyone know that there is such a type of opera. Only when people know about it first can they be attracted. To be honest, I am a local, and before today, I didn't know that we had Gugu Opera here."

Director Zhang continued to smile bitterly, "Boss Luo, we are powerless. If you have any solution, our entire troupe will be grateful to you."

I felt a little embarrassed when I said this, as if it was just empty talk.

But he really had nothing to express his gratitude for.

However, Luo Yihang did not expect any reward from him. He smiled slightly, waved his hand, and gave another shot of prevention, "My method may not be in line with tradition. Please don't mind."

Captain Zhang smiled bitterly for the third time. "It's already like this, why should I care about tradition? As long as you don't do anything crooked, I... I will just pretend I don't see it."

Luo Yihang looked at Teacher Xu again, and after he saw Teacher Xu nod, he continued, "Don't worry, Captain Zhang. I will let you know what I am going to do, and I will only do it if you nod. I will never do anything evil, or else I will not be able to bear it if Grandpa Luo Luo hits me with his shoe sole."

Maybe it was because the atmosphere was too heavy just now, so a joke had little effect and no one laughed except Grandpa Gougou.

"Boss Luo, just tell me what we should do." Teacher Xu finally spoke.

Luo Yihang spread his hands and said, "I don't know what to do..."

Captain Zhang: “Uh…”

Teacher Xu: “Um…ah?”

They had worked so hard to build up their mental strength.

Uncle Gougou didn't make any sound, but he did take action and took off one of his shoes.

Luo Yihang quickly spoke up, "Without investigation, you have no right to speak. How would I know which part of the troupe can be used? Don't worry, I will send professionals over."

Xiao Zhao, come on stage!
The next day, Xiao Zhao came to work happily.

I was still wondering whether I should make a cup of honey water first, or pick some tea from the boss.

Honey water can be paired with konjac, which is very refreshing and stimulating.

Drinking tea requires tea snacks. The canteen brought in an oven yesterday. I wonder if they made cakes. What would cakes made with maltose at home taste like? How delicious would they be?

By the way, it seems that there are watermelons on the mountain that can be picked.

There are happy worries in the little head.

As a result, the company was left-footed.

Luo Yihang grabbed her and threw her to the Nanzheng Gugu Troupe.

Xiao Zhao was confused. "No, boss, I'm a copywriter, a copywriter. I don't know how to sing opera. How can I save the troupe? Boss, let me go back. Brother Jie, Brother Jie is the supervisor. I haven't eaten the watermelon yet."

It is so sad and makes people cry when they hear it. If you don’t know, you might think something has happened and they are not even allowed to eat watermelon.

(End of this chapter)