"You haven't finished talking about "Ying Ning" yet." After sparks sparked in Xiaohuan's eyes, the girl turned her head again and looked at Li Yi and said.
She had just told Grandpa Sun the complete version of the story "Painted Skin". After listening to "Ying Ning", Grandpa Sun had another story that no one else knew, which could attract many customers.
Grandpa Sun only told the first half of "Painted Skin" twice. The number of guests in the hook bar today was several times that of before. Although most of them came to listen to "Painted Skin", seeing the singing, dancing, acrobatics, etc., made them feel better.
Well, they will also be rewarded with some money. They are not as much as the reward Grandpa Sun received, but they are all in the same box, and they have also received some benign influences.
If she could receive so much reward money every day and live for a while, she would be able to afford the hairpin she had been dreaming about for a long time.
"Next time, if you want to listen to it next time, just climb up the wall." Li Yi drank tea while watching the singing and dancing on the stage.
In this kind of occasion and atmosphere, one should actually eat melon seeds. Watermelon exists in the world, but I don’t know if they have the habit of eating melon seeds.
The girl's face showed disappointment. Although she didn't like climbing on the wall, she could only endure it for the sake of the new story.
After the song and dance ended and the women picked up the rewards on the stage, Li Yi saw the old storyteller walking onto the stage again.
At this time, the atmosphere in Goulan suddenly became lively.
"Hurry up, hurry up!"
"Stop talking nonsense and just talk about "Painted Skin"."
"This time, if you use "next time to decompose" to fool me, don't blame me for being rude!"
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Seeing everyone urging him, even Li Yi had a slightly stunned look on his face.
Painted skin is so popular in this world?
At this moment, the old man stretched out his hand and pressed down, and everyone's voices immediately stopped. Several men who were still chatting for no apparent reason were immediately stopped.
The atmosphere in Goulan suddenly became quiet.
From noise to silence, it only takes one or two breaths.
Lao Fang was still regretting that the young girl on the stage had been replaced by an old man. He was startled by the sudden silence and subconsciously asked: "What's wrong?"
brush!
Dozens of people turned their heads at the same time, and this corner suddenly became the focus of everyone's attention.
While Lao Fang looked innocent, the old man had already started talking.
Considering that there were new guests, the old man started from the beginning. The faces of the guests who had already heard it did not show any impatience. The expressions on the faces of those who had heard it for the first time changed from doubt to concentration, and then began to feel faintly.
whitish.
Xiaohuan has already heard of "Painted Skin". Although the old man told it more scarily than the uncle, she has already developed an immunity and will not run away in fear.
"This old man is really good at scaring people." Lao Fang whispered while listening.
With his temperament, he would not be scared by the old man. If a ghost dared to scare him like this, he would probably beat him to death again.
Having memorized the complete story, the old man did not stop when he reached the place where he left off last time, but continued.
Those who had been deceived by him twice were immediately relieved. This time they could finally listen to the next story and threw in a lot of reward money...
Coins rained down on the stage, the wrinkles on the old man's face bloomed, and he became more attentive in telling stories.
Seeing those people throwing the reward money vigorously, Li Yi's expression was stunned again.
Just telling a ghost story, how can you make so much money?
It seems that in another world, Pu Songling was still poor when he wrote "Liao Zhai", but here it was told by a storyteller, and it had such an outstanding effect?
From this point of view, I only exchanged a few pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus cake for an article of "Painted Skin", which was a bit of a disadvantage.
He turned to look at the girl named Xiaozhu. He didn't expect that she was so smart at such a young age.
Feeling Li Yi's eyes on her, the girl secretly sighed in her heart. After seeing today's scene, if she wants to hear any stories from him in the future, it's not like going to sister Ruoqing to steal some sweet-scented osmanthus cakes.
Simple thing.
The story of "Ying Ning" is only half told.
If I had known earlier, I wouldn’t have asked Grandpa Sun to tell stories at this time...
Judging from the expression on his face, he probably regretted telling that story. Such a story could be sold for a high price in Wa City.
Li Yi had no regrets. The reward the old man received was not as much as the profit from selling a bottle of Ruyi Dew. He just became curious about the entertainment methods of this world.
These people watch programs on the hook and give rewards when they are happy. These rewards are the main source of income for ordinary actors and storytellers. The rewards are not much and can only help them maintain their lives.
Compared with the stars of later generations, who can easily earn hundreds of millions of dollars for participating in a movie, a TV series, or attending a commercial performance, the lives of these seniors are too miserable to watch.
In any era, the entertainment industry should be a relatively easy industry to make money, and the entertainment industry in this world obviously still has a lot of room for development.
To put it simply, there is still a lot of room to make money.
As the weather gradually enters winter, mosquitoes are almost frozen to death. Rich ladies no longer need it to repel mosquitoes. In the cold weather, students and scholars are not easy to doze off. Ruyilu's business gradually cools down.
, sometimes we can’t sell more than a few bottles a day.
As for spirits, although the supply has always been in short supply, this thing is too wasteful of food and cannot be brewed without restrictions. Most people in Jingguo are still hovering on the line of food and clothing, not even having enough to eat. Even Prince Ning's Mansion
You can't waste food without scruples. If you are targeted by the imperial officials, even Prince Ning may have a headache.
Therefore, several breweries have been closed recently, Ruyilu is produced in small quantities, and spirits are in limited supply. Naturally, the money earned every day has also been greatly reduced.
Of course, he has a lot of savings these days, so he will not be short of money to spend, but things such as buying a house in Fucheng can only be postponed.
As for soaps and perfumes that are only for personal use and have not been launched, they are not suitable for manufacturing during this season. It is necessary to think of new ways to make money.
At this moment, he just had this idea. The most important thing at the moment was to recover from his injuries first.
He focused his attention on the old man again. The content of what he said was slightly different from what he told the little girl. I am afraid he made some small changes to cater to the audience.
I have to say that this old man is indeed a professional. Even if Li Yi already knows the complete story, listening to him tell it, he still feels a little chilly.
This time, the old man stopped playing tricks and finished the story honestly.
Everyone in the audience clapped and applauded, and the reward was naturally indispensable. When the old man retreated, he spent a lot of time cleaning up the reward on the ground.
Li Yi was here just to kill time. Xiaohuan and Lao Fang accompanied him. The girl opposite stayed for a while and left. When Li Yi turned his head for a moment, he saw the old storyteller walking over.
The girl followed him.
"I would like to thank you for what happened today. A share of these rewards should belong to you." The old man put a small cloth bag on the table and said with a smile on his face.
"What do you mean?" Li Yi looked at him doubtfully.
"If it weren't for the "Painted Skin" that the young master talked about, the little old man wouldn't have received so much reward. Please don't refuse the money," the old man explained.
He told the story of "Painted Skin" without Li Yi's consent in advance. Although Xiaozhu paid for it with a few pieces of hanging flower cakes, only if Li Yi accepted the money could he continue to tell the story with confidence.
"Yes, young master, just accept it." The girl also said from the side.
"In that case, I will be disrespectful." Li Yi nodded and took the bag over. It was filled with heavy copper coins.
Seeing Li Yi accept it, the old man felt relieved, hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Young man, I have another unkind favor..."
