The first cause of all realms

Chapter 16 The ancestral unique skills of the traversers

Snapped!
At the end of the speech, it still ends with a non-literal, not even rhyming verse.

"When the sixty-year-old Confucianist was young, he used to walk with a sword in a green shirt. A thief may not be a real thief, but a documentary is a real man!"

"it is good!"

Amidst the applause from all the halls, Mr. Storyteller took his curtain call and left.

No one stopped him from stepping down this time, but when he walked to the backyard, he was blocked again.

Yang Jue got up and went with him, when he saw a familiar yamen servant stop the storyteller, the latter had a pained expression on his face, so he obediently handed over the two gold ingots.

But the yamen servant still didn't leave, and finally, under the dumbfounded gaze of the storyteller, he grabbed a little half of the money in his bamboo basket and left.

"San Chi Liu, the real name is well-deserved. After so many years of storytelling, this is the first time I see someone asking for money back. If you want to go back, forget it, and take my money..."

When Yang Qiu came closer, he could hear the whisper of the storyteller gnashing his teeth.

I'm afraid, I've already thought about it in my heart, if I go to another city, I'll talk about this magistrate Liu who is three feet tall.

Yang Qiu is not surprised.

This Mr. Liu thinks that he is generous and spends money like water, but in fact, his reputation is also very bad.

The reason, of course, is because of his father.

Whenever Mr. Liu spends money like dirt on his head, the yamen servants will come to the door behind him, and he will be blackmailed even if he returns all the silver.

As time goes by, this Mr. Liu will stink up the streets.

But he just didn't know it, and thought that he was generous and generous, and he had a heroic style!

"you are?"

There was a burst of cursing in his mouth, and when he turned his head, he saw a young man staring at him intently, the storyteller suddenly blushed, and rubbed his hands in embarrassment:
"Cough cough! Little brother, this is a little wish from my uncle, use it to buy candy! You haven't heard these words just now, have you?"

While handing over two copper coins, the storyteller exclaimed in his heart that he had seen a ghost.

He walks in the rivers and lakes, and he is considered exciting, but this kid is so close that he was discovered by himself.

"Too picky!"

Yang Jue's eyelids twitched, he took the copper plate, and said:
"The one from before was working in the Yamen with me."

"Uh……"

The storyteller's face froze, cursing bad luck in his heart, and he handed over a small piece of silver nimbly:
"Be careful, it's not a respect, it's not a respect..."

Naturally, Yang Qiu didn't want too much, he pulled it, but he didn't pull it off. The storyteller's eyes were red, and he held the broken silver tightly and didn't let go.

"Farewell."

Yang Ju clasped his fists and turned to leave. The storyteller panicked and handed over the broken silver in a hurry.

"Sir, isn't he a native of Qingzhou?"

On the tea table, Yang Jue was holding tea, opposite, the storyteller pulled the old man with a donkey face.

Take it and eat it.

The storyteller's teeth were crushed, this Black Mountain City really lives up to its name.

Black, really black!
But there's no way, whoever made himself a cheap mouth, it's all right now, someone pinched the handle.

"Mr. Li speaks very well, but he doesn't seem to be from Qingzhou just by listening to his accent?"

Yang Yu asked.

"Li is from Jianzhou."

Li Eryi flipped over the silver, with a smirk on his face: "The old man advises you to stop in moderation, even if you are a small yamen servant, no matter what you say, people may not believe it."

"The boy is not here to blackmail Mr.

Yang Jue turned the teacup and considered his tone: "To tell the truth, the boy came here to discuss a deal with Mr."

Listening to books is certainly a pleasure, but the reason why Yang prison stayed for so long was of course money.

Of course he can't tell a book, but he has a story.

Not only that, but many, many.

"Oh."

Li Eryi drooped his eyelids and let out a 'hum' twice without interest.

A boy and a half talking about business with himself?
laugh!
If you can do business, what books are you talking about?

"This business is related to storytelling."

Yang prison continued.

"is it?"

Li Eryi became a little interested. This kid didn't look big, and seemed a little too calm.

"Mr. received far more rewards than ordinary storytellers."

Yang Jian took a sip of tea:

"But it's not because the monks from outside know how to recite scriptures, but because other storytellers in Heishan City repeat only those few sets over and over again.

Sir, it's fresher. "

Heishan City is located on the edge of Qingzhou, the transportation is inconvenient, and it is not easy to do business. Few people travel thousands of miles to sell miscellaneous books.

Moreover, there are only two elementary schools in Heishan City, and there are not many more literate people than the singers of 'Yan Lai Lou'.

No one will buy it at all.

"The old man's skill is just higher, how can they compare?"

Li Eryi pinched his beard, but also admitted that what this kid said was true.

Storytellers seldom live in one place for a long time, not for other reasons, but because the three axes are exhausted, they cannot make money.

"This is also one aspect."

After a little compliment, Li Er's face softened a lot: "Boy, you are not old enough to be crowned, but you know a lot."

"Tell me, what do you want to do?"

Yang Ju smiled and said, "Mister, did you bring a pen and paper?"

Just now he was not only hearing about drinking tea, but also sorting out the memories of his previous life in his mind, especially about some novels.

"The guy who eats, why not bring it?"

Li Eryi was a little curious about what this kid wanted to do, so he immediately took out two pieces of yellow paper and his own lead.

Although this kind of pen is not elegant, it is more convenient and faster to write than a brush.

"pencil?!"

Yang Jue was taken aback.

"Haven't you seen it?"

Li Eryi was a little bit impressed: "This pen is cut from charcoal, it is easy to carry, and it writes faster. One pen costs one coin!"

"..."

Someone showed off the pencil to him, and Yang Ju was speechless for a moment, but he didn't say much.

Pick up a pen and start writing on paper.

"Huh? Write so fast?"

Li Er's eyelids twitched, and he muttered in his heart.

The reason why the scorpion is small is that it was not loved by Confucianism for a while. Confucianism believes that writing is something that needs to be cultivated, and writing indiscriminately is a taboo.

Secondly, the way to hold this kind of brush is completely different from that of a brush, and it will be very awkward for those who have never been in contact with it.

But this kid wrote it faster than himself?

Li Eryi was a little lost in his heart.

The tea was added and continued, and so on three times, until the sun had turned to the west, and Li Eryi was so hungry that he couldn't stand it, Yang Ju rubbed his wrist and put away his pen.

The two large sheets of yellow paper had already been filled to the brim with his writing.

"This is?"

Li Eryi took one out of curiosity.

"The few miscellaneous books I found in the corner before, unfortunately, they were not well preserved and were destroyed."

Yang Qiu casually made up an excuse.

"That's an ugly word..."

The comments came to an abrupt end, and with a glance, as an old storyteller, he certainly knows the good and the bad of the story.

At a glance, you are drawn in.

"The chaos is undivided, the sky and the earth are chaotic, and the vastness and indistinctness are invisible. Ever since Pangu broke the majesty, he opened up the distinction between clear and turbid..."

Holding the yellow paper, Li Eryi casually said:

"It's just average. This old man can easily write thirty or fifty scriptures of this level."

"Ha ha."

Yang Yu smiled without saying a word.

Li Eryi blushed, looked at the second yellow paper, scanned it carefully, and couldn't help saying hello.

"What a Lu Zhishen, what a punch town Kansai!"

"Cough cough!"

After hurriedly coughing a few times, the look in Yang Qian's eyes changed.

Of these two essays, the first one is grand and the second one is full of business spirit, both of them are the best choices, especially the one that moved his heart.

This is obviously a short passage taken from a script.

If both of the scripts have this level, mastering these two scripts, you are the capital, and you may not be able to mix it up.

It's just that this kid's memory is too good. How could he write down thousands of words in one go?
"Here, little brother. Are you talking about business?"

Yang Jue raised his teacup and drank it down in one gulp, not caring about Li Eryi who was looking at him eagerly.

He only glanced at the restaurant next door and patted his stomach:

"hungry."

Li Eryi's expression suddenly twisted.

　Yesterday at noon, there was a strong wind, which knocked down some big trees, and a lot of electric poles fell down a few kilometers away. I got up at three o’clock in the evening and wrote today’s update...

　
(End of this chapter)