Grandma Yan carried a basket of mulberry leaves on her back and walked at the front to open the courtyard door.
Zhu Guoxiang, Shen Yourong and Bai Qi, all carrying firewood, walked to the yard one after another.
Seeing that the host had returned, the villagers greeted Zhu Guoxiang one after another. At the same time, they couldn't help but peek at Zhu Guoxiang. They were still paying attention to the popular gossip about the widow's scandal, and it was impossible to ignore it after hearing a few stories.
But the core focus has gone awry.
Before Ju Ming told the story, to the villagers, Zhu Guoxiang was just a wild man who flirted with widows.
But in Zhu Ming's stories, Zhu Guoxiang appears frequently. Sometimes he goes to sea to do business, sometimes he fights pirates, sometimes he breaks into the savage country, and sometimes he meets gods in Penglai.
A series of chaotic adventures left Zhu Guoxiang shrouded in mystery.
What's the point of hooking up with a village widow?
Mr. Zhu Da was once married to the king of his daughter’s country!
I just don’t know if Dean Zhu and Tang Seng will have a scene when "Journey to the West" talks about the Kingdom of Women.
It is also possible that if Ju Ming dug the hole but did not fill it, he would not be able to get there at all.
The villagers quickly gathered around, their eyes gleaming, and they started asking questions:
"Xianggong Zhu, is there really only women in the daughter country?"
"Ms. Zhu, is the king of the Daughter Kingdom as beautiful as a fairy?"
"Ms. Zhu, have the gods taught you magic?"
"Xianggong Zhu, can the savage country eat living people every day?"
"..."
Zhu Guoxiang was immediately confused by the question. His mind was confused. What was all this mess?
He forced his way out of the crowd and prepared to put down the firewood and return to the house.
Immediately, several farmers helped Zhu Guoxiang unload the firewood. Several village women blocked the front. Some even stretched out their hands to touch, trying to get a taste of Zhu Guoxiang's immortal energy.
Because the story was so bizarre, the villagers didn't really believe it.
But what if it's true?
Just like going to a temple to worship a Bodhisattva, you would rather believe that he exists than believe that he does not exist.
Zhu Guoxiang was very tall. He looked over the heads of the villagers and looked directly at his son. Seeing that his son was suppressing a smile, Zhu Guoxiang immediately understood and shouted: "Don't ask too many questions. The secret must not be leaked. If you talk nonsense, you will be struck by thunder." hack!"
After speaking, Zhu Guoxiang pushed away those who were blocking his way.
His physical condition improved after traveling through time, and he was able to push away farmers easily.
"Poof!"
Zhu Guoxiang rushed back to the house and quickly closed the door, unwilling to wipe his son's butt.
The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law hurried to the kitchen to cook. It was almost dark and they had already delayed the cooking time. As for the little kid Bai Qi, he was also taken to the kitchen. There were many talkative people outside and they were afraid that the child would learn bad things.
A village woman yelled: "Little scholar, Grandma Yan is lighting the fire now. She has to wait for a long time to eat. Then you can talk about the Monkey King!"
"Yes, talk about the Monkey King!" Everyone agreed.
Not to mention the Song Dynasty, even in the rural areas of New China, if someone comes to tell a book or tell a story, the whole village will turn out to be very lively.
There was a time when many county cultural bureaus in New China had full-time storytellers. They collected various stories, adapted them themselves, deleted unhealthy content, and then walked through the streets to the countryside. At night , the whole village was in a commotion, and the threshing floor was packed tightly.
Since there are no other entertainment activities, after dark, even lighting a lamp is a waste of fuel, and listening to stories is the ultimate enjoyment.
"Then let me tell you more?" Zhu Ming grinned.
"Speak, speak quickly!"
The villagers shouted in unison, and some people left quickly to call their friends and invite more listeners.
Zhu Ming coughed twice, cleared his throat, and opened his mouth: "But the Monkey King, with a single somersault, traveled thousands of miles, learned magic and returned to Huaguo Mountain..."
As he talked, the sky turned dark, but more and more people gathered. There were at least sixty or seventy villagers.
In the darkness, a figure turned around silently, pulled the person next to him and said, "Let's go back."
"Brother, you go home first, and I'll leave after listening to the story." The man next to him said.
This person scolded: "You are still listening to nonsense, let's go quickly!"
These were the Byford brothers, who came to watch the fun after hearing the news. The younger brother was quickly attracted by the story, but Byford was depressed because things turned out completely different from what he imagined.
There are five brothers in total, each named Fu Lu Shou Xi Cai.
In rural areas, the more men there are, the less likely they are to be bullied. If you can find a backer and are brave enough to fight, you can still bully others.
Their younger sister was originally working as a maid in the family of old Bai Yuan, but was attracted by a distinguished guest who visited the Bai family. The younger sister married a nobleman and became a maid. Although she was no longer favored, she also had a huge backing.
The third child, Bai Shoude, also got an errand in Changming Yamen, and the five brothers gradually grew up in the village as a partnership.
Back home, the fourth child, Bai Xide, asked: "It's very lively over there, what happened?"
The second eldest brother Bai Lude said: "It's a good story to tell. I don't want to leave, but the eldest brother insists on dragging me back."
The eldest brother Baiford said angrily: "Stories, stories, just listen to stories! Have you forgotten what we are here to do?"
Bai Lude said: "Brother, don't keep thinking about Mrs. Shen who refuses to remarry. Her head of the house was a classmate of Mr. Sanlang before his death, and her father was also a village school teacher. How can we brothers get it?
"
Bai Caide, the fifth eldest brother, said: "Grandma Yan is old and can't live for more than a few years. If the eldest brother marries Mrs. Shen, won't the twenty acres of land belong to our family? I think, eldest brother and Mrs. Shen will
It’s a perfect match!”
Baiford thought carefully and quickly made a calculation: "These two strangers are already famous in the village. We can't use force. Whether they are beaten to death or thrown into the river, they will definitely know that it is us."
You did it. If Mrs. Shen makes a fuss, she might get involved in a lawsuit. We can’t take action, so please ask the old man to go out and take action!"
"Old Mr. Bai doesn't even go out the door, how can he take care of this?" Bai Caide felt unreliable.
Baiford sneered and said: "Li Er's sister is working as a maid in Bai Yuan's family. If she is asked to spread the word in the Bai family, she will say that Mrs. Shen does not follow the rules of women and raises wild men from other places at home. Sooner or later, the news will spread to Bai Yuan's family.
In the ears of the old lady. At that time, it will not be Mrs. Shen’s problem alone, it will be related to the reputation of our entire Bai family!"
"What a great idea, brother has such a bright mind!" Bai Caide admired sincerely.
Baiford felt itchy all over when he thought of Mrs. Shen's handsome appearance. He walked around the room, his mind racing to complete the plan.
…
Bai Qi, a little kid, carried an oil lamp and carefully came to the courtyard. He weakly shouted: "Brother Zhu, my mother has called you to eat."
Zhu Ming immediately sped up the progress, talked randomly for a while, and then concluded: "If you want to know what happened next time, let's listen to the explanation next time. My fellow villagers, this is the end of the story for today. Come back after dark tomorrow, and it won't delay everyone's work during the day. ."
It was indeed quite late, and although the villagers were not entirely happy, they no longer bothered.
The main thing is that I can come over tomorrow night and listen to stories, and there is hope for the long flow of water.
Just when the villagers were about to leave, Zhu Ming said again: "I know that some people are talking nonsense, so I will make it clear to everyone today. My father, Mrs. Shen's husband, and Mr. Sanlang of Bai Yuan's wife, once studied abroad together. I passed by your village recently and stopped by to visit an old friend. Unfortunately, Mr. Sanlang was not at home, and Mrs. Shen's husband died of illness. My father and son ran out of money, so they stayed at Mrs. Shen's house, waiting for Mr. Bai Sanlang to return to the village to reminisce. III On the second day of the lunar month, I will also wish the old lady a birthday."
After everyone heard this statement, they already believed most of it.
It mainly involves Third Young Master Bai. Tell the truth or lie. When Third Young Master comes back next month, everything will be clear.
Zhu Mingming clearly used the banner as a tiger skin, taking advantage of the authority of the Bai family in the village and taking advantage of the information gap to issue a "rumor refutation announcement." Combined with the various stories he had told before, he created a mysterious aura for Zhu Guoxiang, and at the same time, he relied on storytelling to get closer to the villagers. Relationship.
Take a multi-pronged approach to curb the spread of rumors as much as possible.
Even if there are still people who talk nonsense, they will be diluted by the huge amount of information. Because after today, everyone prefers to discuss the Monkey King and talk about those bizarre overseas experiences.
When they really talk about the widow's scandal, since they still have to listen to Xiao Zhu Xiucai's story, most of the villagers will restrain themselves.
Moreover, Mr. Zhu is so awesome that he even refused his daughter, the King, to marry him. If he hooks up with Mrs. Shen, it will be a blessing for Mrs. Shen to climb a high tree.
Everyone is on the same footing, and rumors spread as dirty scandals.
If you jump up the level and jump out of the level of ordinary people, spreading rumors will become good talk.
For example, if the target of Shen Yourong's scandal was a government official, what would be the attitude of the villagers? Of course they would be envious! How could there be any contempt or ridicule?
The better Zhu Guoxiang performs in the future, the less impact the rumors will have on Shen Yourong.
The villagers dispersed one after another, and as expected they no longer talked about the scandal, but happily talked about "Journey to the West".
The children who had heard the story clamored to pick up the stick, took it in their hands and called themselves Sun Wukong, jumping up and down and shouting: "That devil, take a stick from me!"
When it comes to learning from the scriptures in the future, the devil incarnation will have to be eliminated, and the little brats will definitely shout: "Fairy, take a stick from me!"
The courtyard finally became quiet, and Zhu Ming walked back to the main room to eat.
The lights are flickering and the food is ready.
Bai Qi was the first to speak: "Brother Zhu, is there really that Sun Wukong in the world?"
"I made it up." Zhu Ming said.
The child was extremely disappointed. He had been eavesdropping in the room, and his mind had already gone to Huaguo Mountain.
Grandma Yan smiled and served Zhu Ming some food: "Da Lang is really good at it, but scholars are different."
Although the old woman didn't understand the rules, she could feel that the attitude of the villagers had changed and they no longer talked about the widow's scandal.
It only took Ju Ming less than one day to do all this.
Zhu Guoxiang asked: "You said that I went to school with Third Young Master Bai, what should I do if others come back and expose the secret?"
Zhu Ming smiled and said, "Didn't Grandma Yan say that? Every time Mr. Bai goes home, he always comes to visit his classmates' mothers, wives and children, and he also brings some gifts. He bought Brother Qi's pen and paper. Such a person values love and justice, and if it concerns the reputation of our classmate's widow, he will take the initiative to help us hide it."
"You have a good plan." Zhu Guoxiang agreed.
Ju Ming sighed: "Oh, I will suffer the consequences in the future. Today's talk made my throat dry, and I am more tired than having a live broadcast for ten hours in a row."
Shen Yourong didn't know what a live broadcast meant, and the father and son always said some strange things. She was used to it, so she just said enthusiastically: "Let's tell the story tomorrow night. I'll make tea for Dalang."
(Thanks to Rookie Nemesis, Autistic Cat, Wangyunshanren, Pepper Cumin Pickled Fish and other brothers for their rewards and support.)
This chapter has been completed!