Traveling through history leaving a name

Chapter 196 Mr. Zhao

"Brother-in-law, I'm going to spend two days in Lin'an City, so you should go back first."

The next day, Zhang Qingfeng made excuses and said to the two brothers-in-law.

He was going to stay alone and find a Goulan to try, to see if he could find a master to learn from a master or something.

If he wants to become an entertainment star, he can't do it if he doesn't hang around. Finding a master to worship can also speed up his debut.

But if he wants to stay and try, he has to dismiss the two brothers-in-law, otherwise if the family knows that he hangs out in a dirty place like Goulan, they will definitely stop him.

"Sanlang, your parents told us to follow you when we came here, and don't worry about you being outside alone." The eldest brother-in-law Zhao Kuan said to Zhang Qingfeng.

"There's nothing to worry about. I'm not alone. I'm with my classmates." Zhang Qingfeng explained.

Some of his classmates were indeed planning to stay in Lin'an City for two more days, and this excuse seemed to make sense.

"But……"

"Don't worry about it, I'll be back in two days, don't worry, I'm such an old man, I won't get lost." Zhang Qingfeng persuaded.

"Okay then! You must come back early, otherwise we won't be at ease."

In the end, Zhang Qingfeng's two brothers-in-law finally agreed to go back first, which made Zhang Qingfeng heave a sigh of relief.

In the afternoon, the two went back with the Liu family's boat, while Zhang Qingfeng stayed behind with a few classmates.

Before leaving, the two brothers-in-law left all their money to Zhang Qingfeng, so Zhang Qingfeng had a lot of money in his possession, which was enough for him to eat, drink and play here for several days.

After the two brothers-in-law returned, Zhang Qingfeng found an excuse to leave the Liu family's yard, stayed in an inn, and paid for it for three days.

On the first day, Zhang Qingfeng made some inquiries. Currently, the most famous storytellers in Lin'an City are Mr. Zhao from Zhongwa Lianhuapeng, and Mr. Zhu from Beiwa Xiangpeng.

Zhang Qingfeng's goal is these two people, as long as he takes one of them as his teacher, he will be able to enter such big theaters as Lotus Pavilion and Elephant Pavilion.

In this era, Goulan Washe was called a low-level artist, and low-level artists did not have a high status in society.

Therefore, it is not too difficult for Zhang Qingfeng to find out where the two of them live, and he can find out by spending some money.

The first person Zhang Qingfeng visited was Mr. Zhu from Xiangpeng.

The place where Mr. Zhu works is in Lin'an City, but he lives outside the city, because the housing prices in the city are really frighteningly high, which is no less than that of Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou and Shenzhen in later generations.

It is said that Mr. Zhu has been storytelling in Xiangpeng for more than 20 years. He can be regarded as a well-known entertainer and star. His family background is very wealthy. He also built a large house outside the city. mouth people.

"Our husband is very busy and we don't see any guests. Please go back."

After finally finding Mr. Zhu's residence, and finding out that Mr. Zhu was at home today, Zhang Qingfeng immediately came to visit, but was stopped by the gatekeeper.

"Uncle, I'm here to seek Mr. Zhu's apprenticeship..."

"Mr. Zhu has already stopped accepting apprentices, so don't come here to make trouble..."

No matter what Zhang Qingfeng said, Menzi was unmoved.

While the two were talking, an old man came out from the yard.

"What's going on? I heard noise outside early in the morning." The old man asked the door.

"Sir, this little man said he wanted to take you as his teacher, but I told you, sir, that you don't accept any apprentices anymore, so let him go back." Menzi quickly explained.

"Oh." Hearing what the door said, the old man nodded, then looked at Zhang Qingfeng and said, "I really don't accept apprentices anymore, you can go back."

"Mr. Zhu, I really want to be a teacher..." Zhang Qingfeng said to Mr. Zhu, but he was interrupted before he finished speaking.

"I have rejected all the people who have come to me as apprentices over the years, so don't waste your efforts." Mr. Zhu waved his hand and refused.

"Mr. Zhu, I can write a storybook. I wrote a storybook, can you take a look at it?" Zhang Qingfeng took out the script of the storybook of Fengshenyanyi that he had prepared.

"No time to!"

Mr. Zhu didn't even bother to look at it. After shaking his head and refusing, he turned around and walked back, leaving Zhang Qingfeng and the door outside.

"My husband has already made it clear, you can go back." The doorman said to Zhang Qingfeng.

When things got to this point, Zhang Qingfeng is not a shameless person, not to mention Mr. Zhu is not his only choice.

In the afternoon, Zhang Qingfeng found Mr. Zhao from the lotus shed.

When Mr. Zhao was found, he was walking on the street with a group of apprentices. Zhang Qingfeng immediately stepped forward and expressed his intention to become a teacher.

"Being my apprentice, you don't get paid. You have to learn well before you can become a teacher. In the next ten years, you will give me half of your income. If you agree, you will have to pay [-] yuan for tuition. Think about it." Mr. Zhao The gentleman said to Zhang Qingfeng while walking.

What he said was very slippery, and it is likely that he has told others more than once, and it is also very likely that Zhang Qingfeng is not the only one who seeks him to be a teacher.

When several of Mr. Zhao's apprentices heard this, they looked at Zhang Qingfeng with playful smiles on their lips.

"This one……"

Hearing what Mr. Zhao said, Zhang Qingfeng hesitated.

This requirement is very harsh for modern people.

But if it is placed in ancient times, this is the norm. In ancient times, masters from all walks of life and apprentices just cared about food and did not pay.

It's really rare for Mr. Zhao to charge [-] yuan for tuition at the beginning.

Fifty pennies can be collected for wealthy families, but for ordinary people, it is a sky-high price.

In the Song Dynasty, an adult labor force earned about [-] Wen a day, and this was still a labor force in the city.

If it is placed in a rural area, an adult can earn up to thirty or forty Wen a day.

Fifty guan, equal to [-] copper coins, requires an adult labor force to work for several years without eating or drinking. If you want to support your family, you may not be able to save it for decades.

"Sir, everything else is easy to talk about, that is, I don't have that much fifty pennies. Do you think it can be less?" Zhang Qingfeng quickly followed Mr. Zhao's footsteps and asked.

"This is already the minimum standard for me to accept apprentices. Otherwise, there will be too many people looking for me as apprentices, and I will be annoyed to death. If you don't have money, just go." Old Mr. Zhao waved to Zhang Qingfeng impatiently, signaling He doesn't bother.

In fact, if he insisted on raising fifty guan, Zhang Qingfeng could still get it. In the past two months, his family had earned dozens of guan by selling ink, but with the fifty guan, he worshiped a low-level artist as his teacher. Certainly not.

"Mr. Zhao, although I have no money, I can write scripts. This is the script I wrote. You can read it." Zhang Qingfeng took out the script of Feng Shen Yan Yi from his arms again, and handed it to Mr. Zhao.

He felt a little uneasy. In the morning, he took out the manuscript of his storybook and wanted Mr. Zhu to accept him as his disciple, but no one even bothered to take a look at it.

He didn't know what the old Mr. Zhao's attitude was towards this script, so he was still a little uneasy.

If Mr. Zhao doesn't accept him, he needs to find someone else, which will be a waste of time.

"Oh? You can also write storybooks?"

Hearing Zhang Qingfeng's words, old Mr. Zhao didn't even bother to look like Mr. Zhu.

He became interested, stopped, and took the manuscript from Zhang Qingfeng.

This manuscript is the [-]-character content of Zhang Qingfeng's re-transcription of the opening chapter of Fengshen Yanyi.

When he was writing Fengshen Yanyi, he thought of Pingshu, which was also a manuscript he had prepared before coming to Ancheng.

At the beginning of this manuscript, Zhang Qingfeng copied thousands of words from top to bottom and right to left according to the reading habits of Song people.

He believes that as long as others read these few thousand words, after being attracted by the content of the story, they will read the rest of the content even if they endure the discomfort of reading habits.

Old Mr. Zhao flipped through Zhang Qingfeng's manuscript, and was surprised at first. The characters on this manuscript paper were too small, he had never seen such tiny characters.

With such small characters written on so many sheets of paper, there must be a lot of words, which shows that the young man in front of him has something.

"There is a teahouse in front, let's go and have a seat." Mr. Zhao said to everyone.

It can be seen from his attitude that he is going to the teahouse to read this manuscript.

(End of this chapter)