Yang Yu murmured in his heart, feeling a little headache.
He has been mute for several days, and the stone really opened his throat...
Snapped!
The clear and loud sound woke Yang Yu up.
He turned around and looked, and on the high platform set up in the middle of the teahouse, an old man in thin clothes was taking pictures of Xing Mu.
Storyteller?
Yang Yu was slightly startled, but the teahouse owner was quite willing.
People need entertainment.
Even ordinary people need some entertainment to relieve the boredom in life.
It's just that, be it a theater or a brothel, the cost is too high. It's okay to go there once in a while. If you go there often, people can stand it, but your wallet can't stand it either.
For the general public, listening to books is the most cost-effective pastime.
For a dozen pennies, you can listen to it for a whole day.
Snapped!
With a quick glance, the originally lively teahouse suddenly fell silent. Even a few people who wanted to talk shut their mouths under the glares of the onlookers.
"Last time, it was said that 'Jilongshan' killed more than four hundred officials in anger, which shocked Qingzhou. The state leader 'Nie Wendong' was furious and personally led the 'Qingzhou Guard' to pursue them thousands of miles away!"
"The Lord of Qingzhou, Nie Wendong, comes from a wealthy family. He showed amazing talent when he was young. At the age of 16, he was ranked among the top three in high school and became famous all over the world.
Later, he abandoned his writing and joined the army. He fought fiercely in the border areas for thirty years and developed martial arts that shocked the world.
The Qingzhou Guard is even more famous. It has been 400 years since I followed Zhang Yuanzhu, Taizu of the Ming Dynasty, to fight for world supremacy. He has always been successful in cutting down mountains and destroying temples.
This dispatch is to kill the Jilongshan Town in Qingzhou with the force of thunder."
The storyteller was very skillful, and he told the story so vividly and vividly that the onlookers were so excited that they did not dare to speak out.
Some people even put themselves into the Jilong Mountain, only to feel that there is no light in the world, and there is no way to survive, and they can't help but break out in cold sweat.
Wow~
The folding fan sways.
The storyteller smiled softly, and a boy came forward, holding a bamboo basket in his hand, nodding and bending past each table of guests.
"Thieves snatch birds! They know they want money!"
"Speak quickly, speak quickly! I heard this very well, can you still give me a reward?"
"Xu~"
All the spectators burst into laughter, and some even generously threw out copper plates and pieces of silver.
"Storytelling seems to be quite profitable."
Looking at the bamboo basket handed to him, which already showed a lot of harvest, Yang Yu touched his chin and thought.
"Ahem~"
The boy handed the bamboo basket again, which embarrassed Yang Yu, who had empty sleeves and was clean.
I could only hold the tea and look away, pretending not to hear.
The boy left angrily.
Fortunately, there are still few people like Yang Prison, and most of the spectators still bring one or two companions and walk around, which is considered full.
Seeing this, the storyteller was shocked again.
There was a 'pop' sound.
The whole hall was silent.
"...Nie Wendong came with threats and murderous intent, while others like the 'Thirteen Thieves of Qiyun' would have fled long ago.
But who is that ‘Ji Longshan’? His martial arts have already shaken the heavens and earth. His one wrath has changed the wind and clouds, his second wrath has moved the mountains and seas, and his third wrath has shifted the stars!”
After several battles without victory, it finally came to an end with Nie Wendong being slightly injured and Ji Longshan being seriously injured and escaping from Changliu Mountain."
"It's just ridiculous that the master of the Dingjun Palace, 'Nie Wendong', could not have imagined that by forcing him, he actually forced out a green forest hero who is proud of the four states and eighteen palaces!"
"Exactly.
After thirty years of inaction, the sky and the earth will be overturned once the power rises! Wen Dong does not know the true heroes, and grass grows on their graves!"
Snapped!
With a crisp sound, Mr. Storyteller lifted his robe, cupped his fists and bowed:
"If you say it well, please support me. If you say it badly, please bear with me."
Having said that, it’s time to leave.
"good!"
The whole hall cheered, and Yang Yu couldn't help but nod.
This story is ordinary and many people know it, but this person tells it and listens to it with gusto. This is a sign of skill.
But this storyteller’s accent sounds like he’s from another place. Could it be that he just came from outside?
"Wait, wait!"
Seeing that the storyteller was about to leave, a voice suddenly came from the private room on the second floor:
"What's the point of repeating the same old thing over and over again? Now, let me tell you about the future. What benefits did Jilong Mountain gain from Changliu Mountain? It can make it proud of the four states and eighteen prefectures?"
"Does the imperial court really not care?"
"Um?"
The voice had an aura of superiority, which made all the onlookers frown.
Someone wanted to speak, but was stopped by an acquaintance.
Those who can sit on the second floor may not necessarily be rich, but that person is truly rich and powerful.
Someone has figured out who this is.
"Liu Qingqing!"
Yang Prison also recognized the owner of the voice.
During the days when he was working as a yamen official, the county magistrate Liu Wenpeng had only met him once or twice, but he had met Liu Qingqing and Mr. Liu many times.
I have never heard of this eldest son’s deeds.
It is said that this eldest son was not good at studying, but preferred to be a knight. He spent all day dancing with swords and guns, and was very unhappy with his father.
"I'm too old to say that I won't move much. There are two shows a day. If you want to listen, you can come early in the afternoon."
The storyteller frowned slightly and declined politely.
"Master Liu!"
Hearing this voice, the teahouse owner couldn't sit still. He got busy and bowed his hands, nervously signaling the storyteller to reply quickly.
"Back to Mr. Liu, I..."
The storyteller didn't look very good, and just as he was about to refuse, he saw a yellow shadow falling in front of him, making a "snap" sound.
"Gold..."
Some people's throats rolled and their eyes heated up: "It's only five taels if you say less!"
Price fluctuations in the Ming Dynasty were not large.
One copper coin can buy two sesame cakes in the prime of life, but in normal times, only two copper coins can buy one.
Five taels of gold would be converted into fifty thousand copper coins!
But this is just a theory. Gold is much more precious than copper coins. Most people present have never seen what gold looks like.
Many people craned their necks to take a look.
"...I don't dare to be rewarded by a young master."
The storyteller was stunned for a while, then gritted his teeth and picked up the gold, but instead of putting it in his pocket, he put it on the long table and did not dare to accept it.
Although he is from outside, he has also heard of the name "San Chi Liu".
How dare he collect money from his son?
"Since the young master likes it, let me say another paragraph."
The storyteller admitted his mistake, woke up, and read an opening poem before speaking slowly.
"The news of the defeat at Changliu Mountain spread all over the world. How can the emperor keep it on his face? The old emperor was furious and ordered Nie Wendong to capture him and send him to the capital."
"...The Changliu Mountain stretches for who knows how many miles. The mountains are high and the forests are dense and there is a miasma. The ferocious people have encircled and suppressed Nie Wen Cave several times. Not only were they ineffective, but they also suffered a lot of losses...
It wasn't until the death of the old emperor Long Yu that the story came to an end."
…
"But who would have expected that now, several years later, I heard about this from somewhere. When I heard that Nie Wendong had not yet captured Ji Longshan and brought him to justice, he became furious and almost beheaded him.
Fortunately, due to the persuasion of the ministers, Lord Nie was able to save his life. But he also knew that if he could not kill Ji Longshan, his future would be hopeless and his life would end sooner or later..."
"...After returning without success again, Nie Wendong had no choice but to write to the court. He wanted to resign, but instead he invited another big shot who was famous all over the world!
It is said that this person is still a classmate of his when he was studying!"
…
At this point, the storyteller stopped talking.
As usual, I wanted to leave and ask for the reward, but before the boy could react, the voice from upstairs rang again:
"Famous in the world? How can a person be famous in the world? He is indeed a storyteller..."
"Well…"
The storyteller swallowed back his words asking for reward.
Yang Yu looked at it and shook his head. After being forced, his level had indeed dropped. In the following paragraph, the storyteller was obviously not as interested as before.
There is an urgency to end it as soon as possible.
"Young master, you are wrong. You must have heard of this big shot."
The storyteller was obviously displeased, but he didn't dare to get angry. He could only say softly:
"This is Xu Wenji, also known as Yiye Qingtian, also known as Gangfeng..."