I listened to storytelling for more than an hour, until the storyteller’s voice became hoarse and he could no longer speak.

Everyone in the teahouse reluctantly let go of the happy but painful storyteller.

It was painful because, after talking for several hours, the storyteller's throat was so sore that he could hardly make a sound.

And happiness is because this story is so wonderful, even if it has many flaws.

But people who came into contact with the review for the first time were still fascinated by it.

As a result, he received a lot of rewards. The money from this reward alone was enough for him to live for several months in the past.

Now that the price of food in Datong Prefecture has soared, it is enough for them to live well for a while.

Even if these rewards are shared with the teahouse, they are still a large amount of money.

Unlike Mr. Chu, who was in a happy mood, all the guests in the teahouse were extremely depressed.

It’s not that they weren’t happy to hear it, it was because the story was so exciting and subtle.

That's why they are so depressed.

These storytelling were all revised by countless storytelling masters in later generations.

In order to hook the audience, almost every break can make people want to die.

Just to make people have to come back and listen to this story again.

So every time Lao Zhu and the audience in the teahouse felt that the book was cut off at the most critical point, which was extremely depressing.

"This King of England can be like this even if he creates a storytelling." On the way back, Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't help complaining.

But this time, Gao Fei rarely stopped Zhu Yuanzhang.

You can tell by looking at his expression that his thoughts are similar to Zhu Yuanzhang's.

Moreover, the performance of all the audiences listening to the book in the teahouse was no different from Zhu Yuanzhang.

"It always ends at such a crucial place. This storyteller is so abominable."

"I don't think it has anything to do with the storyteller, right? This "Three Heroes and Five Righteousnesses" seems to have been created by His Royal Highness."

"His Royal Highness is good at everything. His storytelling is also very tight, but he always stops at the key point."

It seems that talking about His Royal Highness is no good, but to say that His Royal Highness is a piece of shit.

Instead of being angry, everyone will applaud and feel the same.

"By the way, sir. Will this story be told in the refugee camp?"

"Of course." Gao Fei rolled his eyes: "And you don't even have to spend money to listen to storytelling there, it's all free."

"And Lao Chang, let me tell you." Gao Fei suddenly looked mean: "The story behind is much more exciting than the one before. The further you go to the back, the more exciting it becomes."

Seeing his appearance, Zhu Yuanzhang was scratching his head and wanted to hear the rest of the story as soon as possible.

"Wait a minute... Sir, since you have already heard the rest, why are you still here to listen?"

"Isn't this nonsense?" Gao Fei glanced at Zhu Yuanzhang with contempt: "Because it sounds good, can't you listen to it again?"

I know, then there will be people who tell you what Mr. Xi said about storytelling.

Lao Zhu asked Gao Fei about the time in a subtle way.

The next day, I guessed that storytelling would start at the refugee camp, so I went there in advance and waited.

However, after entering the refugee camp, Zhu Yuanzhang forgot to listen to storytelling for a while.

This refugee camp was completely different from the refugee camp he had remembered.

The streets were neat and tidy, with no corpses and no mess at all.

People were coming and going, and although the people were not particularly well-dressed, many people's clothes were patched layer by layer.

But he couldn't see any despair or decadence in these people.

Even many people's faces are filled with hope and happiness.

Although I know that my brother is here in Datong Prefecture, many policies are being implemented to help these refugees.

But the effect was so good that Lao Zhu was a little surprised.

The wooden houses around are arranged neatly and cleanly.

If he hadn't clearly known that he was in Datong Prefecture, Lao Zhu would have seen many tragic scenes with his own eyes when he came to Fucheng.

Lao Zhu probably suspected that there had never been any drought in Datong Mansion.

And this is not a refugee camp at all, but a town that is not inferior to many other cities.

"As expected of our younger brother." Zhu Yuanzhang smiled proudly.

As long as it was done with sweat, no matter what achievements he achieved, Zhu Yuanzhang would not be afraid at all.

How could Lao Zhu not know the character of his brother? If Zhu Han really wanted to be the emperor, he wouldn't even need to rebel, he could just abdicate the throne to Zhu Han.

It's a pity that my brother has no idea in this regard at all. Not only does he not want to be an emperor, but he also thinks that the emperor is exhausted and has no fun at all.

The only pity is that this time Lao Zhu just came to check on the situation, so he didn't bring the horse back.

Lao Zhu can be sure that his queen absolutely loves this place.

As we were walking, suddenly there was a commotion in front of us. Someone was banging a gong hard: "We are recruiting workers. We are recruiting workers. If you want to find a job, come here quickly."

With a whoop, the people around him rushed towards the direction of the sound of the gong like a tide.

Zhu Yuanzhang spent a lot of effort, and even a few experts nearby who put on makeup to protect him secretly helped, and then he barely squeezed out of the crowd.

This scene made Zhu Yuanzhang realize that these people were indeed ordinary people affected by the disaster.

As long as they can have work and make money, they don't care about anything else.

On the private side, the place for storytelling is a specially designated square in the middle.

When Lao Zhu came here, a lot of people had already gathered.

A high platform was built in the middle of the square, and a very young man was preparing on it.

Apart from this young man, there was no one else on the high platform.

Seeing this scene, Lao Zhu felt an unpleasant feeling in his heart.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Could this young man be the storyteller here?

Lao Zhu very much hoped that he had guessed wrong, but the reality was cruel.

After getting ready, the young man raised a big horn.

"Everyone, please be quiet. Our performance today will officially begin now."

"Today we talked about..."

This young man said that the level of storytelling was not even the slightest bit worse than that of the storyteller Lao Zhu heard yesterday.

Maybe it was because there were more people here listening to storytelling, so in order for everyone to hear clearly, he had to shout as hard as he could through the loudspeakers.

And because everyone listens to storytelling, naturally it is not possible for everyone to listen quietly.

Some children started to fight with each other while listening, and the adults would also whisper about the plot from time to time.

Or maybe talk about some family disputes.

Although this young man's voice is not quiet, coupled with the amplification of the loudspeaker, it can suppress the voices of these people.

But in order to achieve this level, he basically couldn't do anything besides shouting at the top of his lungs.

At most, I can do it without making any mistakes and read all the contents of storytelling.

As for performing various performances to make storytelling more lively and interesting, don't expect anything else.

No wonder Gao Fei had already heard of storytelling, but he still wanted to go to Fucheng to listen to it again.

Such a wonderful story sounds a little too disappointing.

So after only listening for a while, Zhu Yuanzhang became bored.

He simply left the crowd and wandered around the refugee camp.

There seemed to be more people here than in Yanjing City, and almost everyone seemed extremely busy.

Lao Zhu could see that there were many houses under construction in the distance.

The drought in Datong will continue for some time. It is foreseeable that more and more people will come to Datong to take refuge in the future.

Therefore, Zhu Han never stopped building refugee camps.

In addition, some work-for-relief projects built by the imperial court, and many businessmen came to Datong Prefecture to build workshops and recruit workers because of the attraction of sweating.

It can be said that almost everyone here who can move has a job to do.

Of course, there are not completely disharmonious people.

After taking only two steps, Zhu Yuanzhang heard a quarrel.

"Wei San'er, you said that you, a man of dignity, have both hands and feet, are you prepared to eat like this every day and wait to die?"
To be continued...