Chapter 16 The ancestral skills of the transmigrators
Bang!
At the end of the sentence, it still ends with a verse that is not clear and not even rhyming.
"When the sixty-year-old scholar was young, he used to practice in green shirts and swords. Great thieves may not be evil thieves, but literary records are the real ones!"
"good!"
Amidst the applause of the whole hall, the storyteller took his final bow and left the stage.
This time no one stopped him from stepping off the stage, but when he reached the backyard, he was blocked again.
Yang Yu got up and followed him when he saw a familiar government servant stopping the storyteller. The latter had a pained look on his face and had to obediently hand over the two gold ingots.
The yamen servant still refused to leave. Finally, under the dumbfounded gaze of the storyteller, he grabbed a small amount of the money in his bamboo basket and left.
"Three-foot Liu, he really deserves his reputation. After all these years of storytelling, this is the first time I've seen someone asking for his reward. He just wanted to go back, and he even took my money..."
As Yang Yu walked closer, he heard the storyteller whispering through gritted teeth.
I'm afraid, I have already thought about it. If I go to another city, I will talk about this magistrate Liu who is three feet tall.
Yang Yu was not surprised.
Mr. Liu thought he was generous and squandered money, but in fact, his reputation was also very bad.
The reason is naturally because of him.
Every time Mr. Liu spends money like water, a government official will come to his door. He will pay back all the silver and be blackmailed.
Over time, Mr. Liu became a bad smell on the streets.
But he didn't know it, and thought he was doing justice and giving away money, and had a heroic demeanor!
"Who are you?"
He was cursing for a while, and when he turned around, he saw a young man staring at him intently. The storyteller's face suddenly turned red and he rubbed his hands in embarrassment:
"Ahem! Little brother, this is a little thought from uncle, use it to buy candy! You didn't hear these words just now, right?"
While handing over two coins, the storyteller thought he had seen a ghost.
He was very excited when he walked around the world, but this kid was so close to him before he was noticed.
"It's too stingy!"
Yang Yu's eyelids twitched, he took the copper plate and said:
"The one from before works with me at the Yamen."
"Well……"
The storyteller's face froze, cursing bad luck in his heart, and he quickly handed over a piece of silver on his cell phone:
"A small care is not a sign of respect, it is not a sign of respect..."
Naturally, Yang Yu didn't think it was too little. He yanked it but didn't pull it away. The old storyteller's eyes were red and he held the broken silver tightly and refused to let go.
"Farewell."
Yang Yu clasped his fists and turned to leave. The storyteller panicked and hurriedly handed over the broken silver.
"Aren't you a native of Qingzhou, sir?"
On the tea table, Yang Yu was holding tea, and across from him, the storyteller made the old man look like a donkey.
After taking it, I still want to eat it.
The storyteller’s teeth were broken because this Black Mountain City really lives up to its name.
Black, really dark!
But there is no way, whoever let him talk bad, now it's better, someone has taken advantage of him.
"Mr. Li's writing is very good, but judging from his accent, he doesn't seem to be a native of Qingzhou, right?"
Yang Prison asked.
"Li came from Jianzhou."
Li Eryi turned over the silver and said with a smile on his face but not on his face: "I advise you to stop it in moderation. Even if you are a small government official, no one may believe you even if you say something."
"Young man is not here to blackmail you."
Yang Prison twirled the teacup and considered his tone: "To be honest, I'm here to discuss a deal with you."
Listening to books is fun, but the reason why Yang Yu stayed here for so long was of course money.
Of course he can't tell stories, but he has stories.
Not only are there, there are many, many.
"oh."
Li Eryi drooped his eyelids and hummed twice without interest.
A young man negotiating a business deal with himself?
laugh!
If you know how to do business, why should you read this book?
"This business has something to do with storytelling."
Yang Prison continued.
"Yeah?"
Li Eryi became a little bit interested. This guy didn't look very big, and he seemed to be a little too calm.
"The rewards you receive are far greater than those of ordinary storytellers."
Yang Yu took a sip of tea:
"But this is not because the monks from outside can recite sutras, but because other storytellers in Black Mountain City only have the same set of stories over and over again.
Sir's, it's just fresher."
Heishan City is located on the edge of Qingzhou, with inconvenient transportation and difficulty in doing business. There are few merchants who come from thousands of miles away to bring back some miscellaneous books to sell.
Moreover, there are only two elementary schools in Heishan City, and the number of literate people is not much more than the singers at Yan Lai Tower.
No one will buy it at all.
"My skills are just higher, how can they compare?"
Li Eryi squeezed his beard, but admitted that what this kid said was true.
Storytellers rarely live in one place for a long time, for no other reason than that they will not make any money if they run out of tools.
"This is also one aspect."
After a little compliment, Li Er's expression softened a lot: "Boy, you are not even old enough to be crowned, but you know a lot."
"Tell me, what do you want to do?"
Yang Yu smiled and said, "Sir, did you bring a pen and paper?"
Just now, he was not only hearing about tea drinking, but also sorting out the memories of his past life in his mind, especially about some story-telling novels.
"How can you not bring the guy who is eating?"
Li Eryi was a little curious as to what this boy wanted to do, so he immediately took out two pieces of yellow paper and his lead box.
Although this kind of pen is no longer elegant, writing is more convenient and faster than writing brushes.
"pencil?!"
Yang Yu was shocked.
"Have you never seen it?"
Li Eryi was slightly impressed: "This pen is cut from charcoal. It is easy to carry and can write faster. One pen costs one penny!"
"..."
Someone showed off the pencil to him. Yang Yu was speechless for a moment, but he didn't say much.
Pick up the pen and start writing on the paper.
"Huh? You wrote it so fast?"
Li Er's eyelids twitched, and he suddenly started muttering in his heart.
The reason why lead coffins are so niche is that they were not favored by Confucianists for a while. Confucians believed that writing was something that required spiritual cultivation, and writing indiscriminately was a taboo.
Secondly, the way to hold this kind of pen is completely different from that of a brush. It will be very awkward for people who have not used it before.
But this kid actually writes faster than me?
Li Eryi felt a little absent-minded.
The tea was replenished and replenished, and so on three times, until the sun turned to the west and Li Eryi was so hungry that he couldn't stand it anymore, so Yang Yu rubbed his wrist and put away his pen.
The two large pieces of yellow paper were already filled with his writing.
"This is?"
Li Eryi took one out of curiosity.
"The few miscellaneous books I found in the corner were unfortunately not well preserved and were destroyed."
Yang Prison made up an excuse casually.
"This word is really ugly..."
The review stopped abruptly, and he glanced at it. As an experienced storyteller, he certainly understands the quality of stories.
At one glance, you were attracted in.
"Chaos is undivided, the sky and the earth are chaotic, and no one can see the vastness. Since Pangu broke through the Hongmeng, it opened up the distinction between the clear and the turbid..."
Holding the yellow paper, Li Eryi said casually:
"It's just average. I can easily write thirty or fifty words of this level."
"hehe."
Yang Yu smiled and said nothing.
Li Eryi's face turned red, he looked at the second piece of yellow paper, scanned it carefully, and couldn't help but shout "Hello".
"What a Lu Zhishen, what a punch to conquer Guanxi!"
"Ahem!"
He hurriedly coughed a few times, and when he looked at Yang Yu, his eyes changed.
These two articles, the first one is grand and the second one is very market-oriented, both are top choices, especially what makes him excited.
This is obviously a short excerpt from a storybook.
If those storybooks are of this level, and if you master these two storybooks, you may not be able to mess around in Kyoto.
It's just that this kid's memory is too good. He actually wrote down these thousands of words in one go?
"This, little brother, are you talking about the deal?"
Yang Yu raised his tea cup and drank it all in one gulp, not caring about Li Eryi who was looking at him eagerly.
I just glanced at the restaurant next door and patted my belly: