Traveling through history leaving a name

Chapter 195 West Lake
Perhaps due to the influence of the festival, more guests came to Goulan for entertainment. After the audience entered, the attendance rate was as high as [-]%.

The time for changing the game is about 15 minutes, which was also called a quarter of an hour in ancient times.

A quarter of an hour later, everything was ready, and a table, a eye-catching watch, a folding fan, and a pot of tea were placed on the stage.

This one is the storytelling of "Wu Wang's Fighting Zhou", and the main speaker is an old gentleman.

The old gentleman sat there, opened the folding fan, waved it, and slapped the gavel in his hand, and the storytelling was considered to have begun.

"It's not as good as your Fengshen Yanyi."

After listening to the commentary for a long time, Liu Rongqing came to Zhang Qingfeng and said.

"It's okay, I like to listen to it very much." Zhang Qingfeng said.

He sounds really good. Although the story of King Wu's defeating Zhou is a very old-fashioned story, this old gentleman has his own characteristics when he tells it. It can be seen from the attentive expressions of the audience that this storytelling is very popular. welcome.

A storytelling session lasted almost an hour and a half, from 05:30 p.m. to [-]:[-] p.m., because it was summer and autumn, and the sky was not yet dark at this time. If it was completely dark, it would be around seven o’clock.

After listening to the storytelling, Zhang Qingfeng thought about it secretly. If he was asked to speak about storytelling on stage, he felt that he would not be able to speak at all.

He found that he was not as eloquent as the old gentleman, and this had nothing to do with his photographic memory.

Even if he had a good memory and could remember all the contents of the manuscript, he could only give a speech out of the manuscript, and what he said would be dry, so he found that he was not suitable for this bowl of rice at all.

After the storytelling ended, Zhang Qingfeng and others followed the flow of people and left Goulan.

At the Wase exit, there were already some people waiting after watching a show in advance.

"Sanlang, is your storytelling good?" Outside, the eldest brother-in-law Zhao Kuan asked Zhang Qingfeng.

"It's not bad, it's pretty good. Is it pretty on your side?" Zhang Qingfeng also asked.

"It's so beautiful, you don't know, there is a person who can throw five knives at the same time, it's so beautiful, there are people who can swallow fire, and there are walking ropes, walking back and forth on the wobbly rope..."

Hearing Zhang Qingfeng's inquiry, the eldest brother-in-law Zhao Kuan immediately started to talk like a chatterbox, his excitement was beyond words.

Everyone waited for a while, and more people came out, and within a quarter of an hour, almost everyone had gathered.

"Come on, let's go back for dinner and go to the West Lake to watch the lanterns in the evening."

As the leader, Liu Lin said to everyone.

Everyone began to return to the courtyard of the Liu family. When everyone returned, the Liu family had prepared a sumptuous meal for everyone to enjoy.

At 06:30, it was still dark. Under the leadership of Uncle Liu Lin, everyone entered Lin'an City through the newly opened gate, then crossed the entire city, exited through Qianhu Gate, and soon arrived at West Lake.

When everyone arrived at the West Lake, the place had already become extremely lively. All kinds of lanterns had been lit on the shore of the West Lake, and the Su Causeway not far away was even more brightly lit.

"Wow, it's so lively!"

Someone couldn't help admiring.

At this time, on both sides of the West Lake, there are countless tourists, men and women, like a market, very lively.

In it, there are countless peddlers shouting, some selling tea, some selling moon cakes, some selling sugar, some selling snacks, etc., etc., adding a lot of downtown color to the whole West Lake.

Most of the people visiting West Lake are ordinary people, including men, women and children, but everyone's clothes are very new, obviously specially dressed.

Occasionally, among the crowd, there are also young scholars who hang out in small groups. They hold folding fans and look like quiet young men. They can attract the attention of many women while talking and laughing.

There are even dignitaries who travel in gorgeous carriages, and some hang bells on the carriages, which jingle and ring.

In the West Lake, there are many painted boats, and these painted boats are full of lanterns, adding a different style to the West Lake.

By the West Lake, you can occasionally encounter street performers, commonly known as wild performers in the Song Dynasty, which attracted many people to watch.

On this day, even a beggar can live a life without worrying about food and clothing.

"Let's go to Su Causeway for a walk."

A group of people headed towards the Su Causeway. At this time, the Su Causeway was overcrowded.

On both sides of the Su Causeway, lanterns of various colors are hung, and there are guards at intervals to prevent tourists from picking up the lanterns, and to add oil to the lanterns to ensure that the lanterns can continue to illuminate.

"Wow, so beautiful!" Many girls couldn't help exclaiming when they saw such a scene.

This kind of scene, to others, may be very lively and fun, but to Zhang Qingfeng, a soul from the 21st century, it is like pediatrics.

However, being able to experience the festival activities of the Song Dynasty is also a good experience for him, and he has a different kind of feeling. .

A group of people walked around the Su Causeway, and then the Liu family arranged a boat so that everyone could enjoy the West Lake.

"Look, there are people holding a poetry meeting on Xiaoyingzhou, and many boats have passed by."

"Let's go take a look too."

Watching the boat rowing slowly towards the island, Zhang Qingfeng's heart became hot. He felt that his chance to show off had come.

In modern times, he memorized many poems, including many famous Mid-Autumn Festival poems.

However, when the boat docked, someone came to stop it immediately.

"Master Fu Yin is holding a poetry meeting, and idle ships are not allowed to approach."

The implication is that people without status cannot participate in the poetry meeting.

In the official poetry meeting, all the people who can participate in the poetry meeting are people with status.

In desperation, everyone had no choice but to leave, which also made Zhang Qingfeng sigh, and lost a chance to promote himself (pretentiously). He had recited a lot of poems when he traveled here.

After spending two hours on the boat, everyone disembarked and walked around the shore of West Lake, and then went to the city to stroll around Lin'an City. After eating a midnight snack, it was almost early morning.

At this time, the number of people visiting has decreased a lot, but there are still many people hanging out, especially Goulan Washe, whether it is inside or outside the city, the venues are still full.

After explaining to the Liu family, Zhang Qingfeng and his two brothers-in-law watched an all-night and morning show in a cottage.

There are storytelling, zaju, Chinese opera, magic, acrobatics, puppet shows, shadow shows, singing and dancing, and so on.

This also gave Zhang Qingfeng an intuitive impression of the Southern Song Dynasty entertainment industry.

After thinking about it, Zhang Qingfeng found that if he was allowed to go to the show, he would be better at planning the show.

Those who can perform in Goulan are all unparalleled in talent, or have a strong backstage. Most of the people with average talent can only be reduced to street performers.

Whether it's storytelling, acrobatics, opera magic, singing and dancing, Zhang Qingfeng is good at it, but if he wants to perform it in public, he may need to practice and practice.

As for singing, the body he possessed had a bad voice, and he didn't even want to listen to the songs he sang, and he didn't have the skills to act.

Thinking about it this way, Zhang Qingfeng realized that he was simply not suitable for the entertainment industry, let alone becoming a big star and leaving his name in history.

This task is very difficult for him.

But no matter what, he had to find a way.

PS: I have said that in the previous chapters. After the protagonist experiences a world, his mentality will not be affected by the previous world. Should he be in his twenties or in his twenties.

Some people also told me, you have lived in other worlds for decades, why are you still acting like a kid.

Could it be that I wrote a world in which the protagonist was an old man, and now I have to write the entire book using the old man’s behavior and mentality?
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