Yu Sheng walked out of the inn, the sun was shining brightly.
The sound of children reading loudly came from across the street.
The autumn harvest has come to an end, but the folks in the town are still busy in the fields.
Next to Ye Ye Gao's stall, a table was set up, and behind the table sat a storyteller from the town.
On the table, there is a jar of wine and a plate of peanuts.
The storyteller's surname was He. Yu Sheng asked curiously: "Old He, what are you doing?"
"Collect some stories," Lao He pointed at the sign in front of him - Wine for Stories.
The whole day with storytellers had drained him dry, and now he had to make up for it.
Isn't this trying to steal my story? Yu Sheng felt that this was a great way to complete his mission of "I have the wine, you have the story".
"When you have a story, just call me and listen to it," Yu Sheng said, "I'll be drinking."
"Okay," the storyteller said happily. It was too late for him to be happy when someone offered him wine.
Yu Sheng went to see Ye Zigao paint again and said, "Don't tell me, once you draw a dragon, your painting skills will immediately improve a lot."
"That's right, I'm professional in dragon painting." Ye Zi said without raising his head.
"It's just that she looks like a black girl." Yu Sheng said.
Ye Zigao looked like a black cat whose tail had been stepped on. He almost jumped up and said, "How is it possible? It looks like it there."
"Why are you so excited?" Yu Sheng sat on the steps next to the old beggar, "Even if the painting is a black girl, can she still eat you?"
"Well, I'm afraid," the old beggar gloated, "I'm afraid that the black girl will eat his kidneys."
Yu Sheng was so happy that he asked Ye Zigao: "You and Hei Niu, how long are you going to have a quarrel?"
He glanced at Fu Nan, who was helping the guests to fetch water and feed the animals, "The old rich man is making rapid progress now, and you are the only one who is single."
Ye Zigao was worried about this matter, "It's not me, it's the black girl."
"Then give in first." Yu Sheng suggested, "It's hard to reason with women. They have a special skill."
"What magical skill?" Ye Zigao looked back at Yu Sheng.
"Even if they make a mistake, they have the ability to put the blame on you."
Yu Sheng expressed that he was deeply affected by this, "I speak from experience of people who have experienced it."
As soon as he finished speaking, the storyteller and the old beggar nodded, and even Fu Nan, who was feeding the animals, raised his head and said "yes".
The cattle that Fu Nan is serving come from the Demon City.
Thanks to Yu Sheng's blessing, business in Yangzhou is now prosperous and there are many caravans coming and going.
Most of them rested in the inn and then went to Yangzhou City.
There are also caravans going to Suzhou. They will wait at the inn for a while and wait for the group of their companions to grow up and leave together.
"What are you nodding to? Do you have a wife?" Ye Zigao looked at the old beggar.
The old beggar raised his feet and said, "To tell you the truth, before I became a beggar, I married several wives."
"Just you, how many wives?" Ye Zigao obviously didn't believe it.
"Ha", the old beggar said happily, "I don't believe it either, I'm not pretending to be an experienced person."
"Your uncle", everyone scolded him together.
Yu Sheng continued to persuade Ye Zigao, and also came up with a bad idea, and deliberately said: "I can tell you, if you remain indifferent, Hei Niu will become someone else, and Gui Chenxiang will attack Hei Niu."
"What?" Ye Zigao was distracted and drew a long line on the paper, adding an "antenna" to the black dragon's head.
"That old guy is a master, please pay attention." Yu Sheng said.
He saw a bald man sitting in front of the storyteller in the caravan, and he sat hurriedly next to him.
"A story and a glass of wine", Yu Sheng personally poured wine for him.
The bald man was flattered and said, "Thank you, thank you, shopkeeper Yu."
He took a sip first and said, "The story I'm telling you happened to me."
Baldhead comes from a mountain city in the north. About a year ago, a Taoist priest came to his door and knocked on his door.
"He said he was here to get his medicine gourd as requested by an old friend," Baldhead recalled.
He was very surprised at that time, because he had no Taoist priests in his family, nor did he have a medicinal gourd.
But the Taoist priest said firmly, "The Taoist priest said that the medicine gourd is hanging in our house, just let me let it in."
The bald man was puzzled. There happened to be many servants at home and they were not afraid of meeting bad people, so he let him in.
The Taoist priest walked in front and led them into the courtyard, until they walked to the living room, and walked in without hesitation.
After entering, "the Taoist priest pointed to a painting on the wall and said with a smile, isn't this my gourd?" said the bald head.
There is a gourd in the painting, but it is just an ordinary painting. In the painting, someone is climbing a mountain carrying a medicinal gourd to collect herbs.
Baldhead just bought it and hung it up because he thought it looked good.
Hearing what the Taoist said, the bald man was extremely surprised and didn't understand what he meant.
Yu Sheng was also confused. How to get the gourd in the painting?
"Just when I didn't understand, the Taoist priest pointed his finger at the painting, and the person in the painting actually came to life and handed the medicinal gourd in the painting to the Taoist priest."
The Taoist priest took it with a smile, opened the medicine gourd, and took out a pill as red as blood.
The bald man was surprised and admired, and felt like he had met an immortal.
He asked the priest at that time, what is the magical effect of this medicine gourd?
The Taoist priest said that in half a year, there will be a great plague here, and the medicine in his medicine gourd is used to save people.
"He sighed and said that unfortunately there was not enough medicine, so he could only save a small number of people, and the rest could only hope for themselves," said the bald head.
When he heard this, he was deeply afraid that he was among the majority of the people who died, so he begged the Taoist priest to sell him some medicine.
"The Taoist priest didn't agree at first, but then, at my strong request, he said, for the sake of your family's reputation, I'll sell you ten medicine gourds. I will also use the money from selling the medicine to make some more medicine.
, save the common people.”
The bald man emptied his family's money, paid a thousand gu, bought ten pieces, and respectfully sent the Taoist priest away.
"What's the result?" Yu Sheng peeled peanuts and listened with great interest.
"As a result, there hasn't been a plague yet." He pointed to the top of his head, "See, I'm bald."
"That's what's wrong with you," Yu Sheng said, "how can you expect the plague to come."
The bald man smiled bitterly, "I also know that I am not kind, but now I have become the laughing stock of the whole city."
He drank the rest of the wine in one gulp, all the sourness in the wine, "So I ran out to do business."
The storyteller sighed and took up his pen to write down the story.
Yu Sheng was moved in his heart and said, "Can you describe to me what this Taoist priest looks like?"
With this kind of behavior, for the rest of his life, he always felt that he had seen this Taoist priest before.
When the bald man described it, Yu Sheng clapped his hands and said, "It's him. You can't be wrong."
The Taoist priest the bald head was talking about was exactly the same as the Taoist priest who calculated the fortune of a posthumous son for pork a few days ago.
"What?" Baldhead looked at Yu Sheng.
"The Taoist priest you mentioned is in Yangzhou. I've arrested him. If you have a chance, go to the Jinyiwei prison and have a look. As for the money, I don't know if he can be traced back." Yu Sheng said.
"Seriously?" The bald man touched his forehead and decided to go and have a look when he arrived in Yangzhou City.
He stood up and grabbed a handful of peanuts. "This stuff is good. Shopkeeper Yu, can you sell it?"
"Wait until next year, it won't happen this year." Yu Sheng said.
Baldhead remembered, got up and left.
Yu Sheng turned around and said to the storyteller: "Old He, remember to include my battle with Taoist priests."
"Okay." Lao He wrote quickly without raising his head.
Yu Sheng stood up and was very proud. Now he is considered a legend.
At this moment, the voice of the system rang in his mind: Congratulations to the host, successfully completed the mission [Believer of God], you have a story, I have wine. Immediately, the magical skill reward 'Transformation' has been distributed, valid for fifteen years
God, the original magical skill 'Copy' has been overwritten."
Yu Sheng was stunned, what does it mean to transform?
The system told Yu Sheng that transfiguration is to turn anything into a living creature for a short period of time and listen to one's own instructions.
The rest of my life will be clear, almost like a Taoist priest who spreads beans and becomes a soldier.