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In the old society, artists usually had to raise a family and led a poor life.We Ping Opera actors often couldn't buy enough food because of the small wage and had to do part-time jobs after singing operas.Some pulled rickshaws;some collected rags and sold them;some sold cigarettes.It was commonplace for opera actors to be a part-time factory workers and opera actors who were also smokers always pick up cigarette butts.The rule at that time was that only when the gong was sounded which meant that the theatre opened, actors would be paid.When it was rainy or cloudy and the gong would not be sounded, actors would not be paid.After the 23rd of the lunar year when the statue of the creator of operas would be carried to the front stage and actors had to wait until the first day of the first month of the lunar year when they could open the theatre again.My family was impoverished.My father was a peddler and my mother a housewife.I was the oldest in my family and had many sisters and brothers.I was frugal at that time and always pondered how to improve harsh conditions of my family.In the morning when I went out to practice singing, I always picked up coal pellets and put them into a small basket that I took with me so that I could use them to keep the house warm.I had to be clever when I did this and change places often so that I could protect myself from those naughty boys who always picked up coal pellets in groups.They were mean when they saw girls picking up coal pellets.They would pull my braid and threw bugs on me, which frightened me so much that I would escape at the sight of them.On the twenty-third of the twelfth lunar month the Kitchen God wnt up to heaven, and the theatre shut down until New Year’s Day.When that happened, actors’pay stopped and they were hard put to it.Each had to fend for himself, and we young actrees did whatever work we could pick up, I went with some other girls to the East Asia Woollen Mill to do odd jobs like unraveling strands of wool or sweeping the floor.We had to queue up before dawn when there were still stars in the sky.A long queue formed before the mill’s gate opened.The foreman came out with a whip, as if herding cattle, and chalked a number on our backs, one by one.That number showed that we were taken on.But such small jobs were really hard to come by.Often, when we’d queued up for hours before the gate opened, after chalking a few numbers the foreman would say, “That’s all!No more hands needed!” At that we felt too disappointed for words!One summer a spell of bad weather closed down our theatre, and I went to queue up.I was lucky.Because I went early, before long I had a number chalked on my back.By the time we knocked off it was pouring with rain.As I ran home I didn’t mind being soaked.I was only worried that if the rain washed off the nubmer on my back I wouldn’t be able to go to work the next day.I frantically took off my gown, while it rained cats and dogs.Clutching my gown to my heart I flew home, and there, unfolding it, I was overjoyed to find that the number wasn’t washed out, though I was drenchd from head to foot like a drowned rat.*This was said to be the Tang emperor Minghuang, who founded the Pear Garden Company of actors.An altar for him was kept backstage, but moved to the front stage when the theatre closed.