Traveling through history leaving a name

Chapter 197 Master and Disciple
A group of people came to the teahouse. After ordering two pots of tea, they found a table and sat down.

"Let me see what your script is like." Old Mr. Zhao said something to Zhang Qingfeng, and then read the manuscript.

Mr. Zhao's apprentices looked at Zhang Qingfeng curiously, but didn't speak, for fear of disturbing Mr. Zhao's reading.

Mr. Zhao's apprentices are all relatively old, the youngest one seems to be in his twenties, and one of the older ones is in his 40s or [-]s.

"Drink tea." The young apprentice next to Mr. Zhao poured a cup of tea into the teacup in front of Zhang Qingfeng.

"Thank you!" Zhang Qingfeng thanked him quickly.

Next, everyone drank tea and waited for Mr. Zhao to read the manuscript.

From Mr. Zhao's expression, Zhang Qingfeng could tell that he was fascinated.

Mr. Zhao read it very carefully and fascinated him. Even after reading thousands of words, Zhang Qingfeng's horizontal writing made him not used to reading, but he continued to read patiently.

It takes more than an hour to read it. If it is an old bookworm who reads online novels, [-] words is not enough for them to read for more than ten minutes, but for ancient people, reading [-] words for an hour is relatively fast.

"Wonderful, very wonderful."

After reading all the manuscripts, Mr. Zhao couldn't help applauding.

"Although what you wrote is not a storybook storybook, the story is very exciting. If it is changed to a storytelling book storybook, it will definitely be very popular." Old Mr. Zhao said to Zhang Qingfeng.

"You haven't finished writing this story, have you? I feel like I've only read the beginning after reading it." Mr. Zhao finally asked Zhang Qingfeng.

"Yes, this is only the first [-] characters of this story, and there are many more behind it." Zhang Qingfeng replied.

"Then have you finished writing the rest?" Mr. Zhao couldn't wait to ask.

"No, but I wrote 20 words." Zhang Qingfeng replied.

"There are 20 words! That's great, can you show me?" Old Mr. Zhao asked excitedly.

"Well, no problem, I don't know about apprenticeship..."

"That's no problem, I'll accept you as an apprentice." Old Mr. Zhao said firmly.

"Apprentice pays homage to master." Zhang Qingfeng showed joy, and immediately hit the snake with the stick.

In this scene of Zhang Qingfeng's apprenticeship, Mr. Zhao's disciples looked at each other in blank dismay. They did not expect the story to develop like this.

"Teacher, don't you accept the apprenticeship fee of fifty guan?" a disciple asked Mr. Zhao.

When they apprenticed to teachers, they all paid [-] pennies. This cost would take at least ten years of learning to earn back.

"No." Mr. Zhao waved his hand indifferently.

The reason why he charges a apprenticeship fee of fifty guan is mainly to raise the threshold for apprenticeship. Without this, he would be annoyed to death by people who come to him every day to apprentice.

"Thank you, master." Zhang Qingfeng thanked quickly.

However, Zhang Qingfeng was exempted from tuition fees, which made Mr. Zhao's apprentices very dissatisfied. However, Mr. Zhao is here, and it is not easy for them to show their face.

The reason why Zhang Qingfeng apprenticed to a teacher was mainly to use Mr. Zhao's network resources in Goulan Washe. In addition, he also had to find some basis for his sudden knowledge of so many things.

If he went directly to Goulan to find a job, it would be another matter whether Goulan wanted him or not. However, it will be worn out immediately.

"Master, all my other manuscripts are at home. My home is in Zhuantang Town. I have to go home to get them." Zhang Qingfeng said to Mr. Zhao.

"I'll talk about the manuscript later. Come on, let me introduce you to some of your brothers."

Mr. Zhao pointed to the oldest apprentice and said, "This is your senior brother Tian Qingshan."

"Hello, Senior Brother Tian." Zhang Qingfeng greeted quickly.

"Yeah." Brother Tian nodded, just hummed,
"This is your brother Zhang Lei."

"Hello, Senior Brother Zhang."

"you're good too."

"This is your senior brother Hou San."

"Hi Senior Brother Hou..."

Finally, Mr. Zhang looked at Zhang Qingfeng and asked, "What's your name?"

"Master, my name is Yang Xin, and everyone calls me Yang Sanlang." Zhang Qingfeng introduced himself.

"Yang Sanlang, very good." Mr. Zhao nodded, and then said to several apprentices: "From now on, Yang Sanlang will be your junior, you should take care of him more."

"I know, Master."

Several apprentices responded, but Zhang Qingfeng still saw some reluctance from their expressions.

It's not difficult to understand, when they apprenticed, each paid fifty guan, but Zhang Qingfeng didn't have to pay a penny for his apprenticeship, so they couldn't help feeling unbalanced, after all, fifty guan was not a small sum.

"Come on, I'll take you to my house. It's also a way to recognize the door. You will move here in the future. It will be convenient to teach you storytelling."

Mr. Zhao, like Mr. Zhu in Xiangpeng, lives outside the city.

Those who can buy a house in the city are either the rich or powerful officials, and ordinary people really can't afford it.

Compared with Mr. Zhu's home, Mr. Zhao's home is much simpler. It is only the size of a courtyard, with seven or eight rooms, and is home to a family of seven or eight people.

"This is my new apprentice Yang Sanlang..."

When he came to Zhao's house, Mr. Zhao first introduced his family members.

The old man is fifty-seven this year. He has a wife, two sons and daughters-in-law, and four or five grandchildren.

Although the old man is a storyteller, his children and grandchildren did not learn it. His son opened a shop on the street, but his grandchildren were sent to study in the academy.

"Old lady, hurry up and buy a few catties of meat, I'll have a good meal today."

The Zhao family warmly entertained Zhang Qingfeng.

"Sanlang, what's the situation in your family, do you agree with your family?"

During the meal, Mr. Zhao asked about Zhang Qingfeng's situation.

"I agree, I can decide this matter myself." Zhang Qingfeng said.

"How long have you been writing this Fengshen Yanyi?" Old Mr. Zhao asked.

"It's been more than two months since I wrote it." Zhang Qingfeng replied.

"What kind of pen did you write this word with? Why is it so small?"

"It's a pen made of goose feathers..."

"You write this thing, does anyone else know?"

"My classmates and parents and family members all know that they copied many copies."

"Your classmate? Are you a scholar?"

"Well, yes, my family wants me to take the imperial examination, but I don't have that ability, and my grades are very poor, so I want to learn storytelling. After all, this is also a skill."

On this day, Mr. Zhao asked a lot of questions and gained some simple understanding of Zhang Qingfeng.

Of course, what he understood was only what Zhang Qingfeng wanted him to understand.

After dinner at Mr. Zhao's house, Zhang Qingfeng left. He generously left the manuscript at Mr. Zhao's place, saying that he would go home tomorrow and pick up the manuscript.

Early the next morning, Zhang Qingfeng took a ferry back to Zhuantang Street after spending dozens of Wen.

"Didn't you say you were going to play in the city for a few days, why did you come back so early?"

Seeing Zhang Qingfeng come back, the eldest brother-in-law Zhao Kuan suddenly asked in surprise.

The others also looked at Zhang Qingfeng suspiciously.

"I'm coming back to get some things, and I have to go out soon." Zhang Qingfeng said to everyone.

"Oh, what do you want?" Father Yang Maocai asked.

"It's nothing, just take the manuscript of Feng Shen Yan Yi."

Zhang Qingfeng explained, and then went back to his room to get the manuscript.

After receiving the manuscript, Zhang Qingfeng bid farewell to his family, and hurried to the ferry, because the next boat was about to leave.

The family did not delve too deeply into Zhang Qingfeng's turbulent actions. After all, Zhang Qingfeng was also fifteen or sixteen years old, and many people at this age had already gotten married and had children.

Even if human traffickers want to abduct and sell children, they will only abduct and sell young children who don't remember how old they are. There are basically no people like Zhang Qingfeng who abduct and sell children.

(End of this chapter)