Traveling through history leaving a name

Chapter 199
At this time, Zhang Qingfeng was at Mr. Zhao's home, receiving the teachings of his third senior brother Hou Mingzao.

Mr. Zhao, on the other hand, stayed in his study all day writing scripts. Zhang Qingfeng's "Fengshen Yanyi" is a novel. If it is to be told in the form of storytelling, some parts still need to be revised.

Under such circumstances, the old man entrusted Zhang Qingfeng with the task of teaching Pingshu to his three apprentices.

"Brother, what did I say?"

"It's okay. The main thing in our line of work is to be able to memorize scriptures. Your memory is very good. I believe you can learn it soon." The third brother Hou Ming said to Zhang Qingfeng early.

Zhang Qingfeng has the skill of photographic memory, and he only needs to glance at the script to memorize the scriptures. The difficulty lies in how to get stuck in the rhythm when storytelling, and how to express this with both voice and emotion when speaking.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he also studied very hard. It is not that simple to become a storyteller.

A storytelling session only lasts between one and a half to two hours. There is only so much time. You have to tell the story well and wonderfully in the limited time. This is a great test of one's skills.

At the old man's house, Zhang Qingfeng studied storytelling with his third senior brother during the day, and wrote the storyline of Fengshen Yanyi at night.

A few days later, Zhang Qingfeng went back and told his parents that he had found a Juren teacher in the city. He planned to study with Juren teacher in the future, but he had to pay [-] kuan a year for tuition.

Zhang Qingfeng's parents were ordinary farmers. Because Zhang Qingfeng helped the family find a good deal and was a scholar, he basically believed what his parents said.

Hearing that Zhang Qingfeng found a teacher, the family happily took the [-] guan money. They didn't feel bad at all, and they didn't want to see if Teacher Juren was real.

However, even if his family wanted to go to the city to visit a great scholar, Zhang Qingfeng would always find reasons to shirk it.

The reason why the family was able to happily come up with [-] guan of money was because the family had easily made dozens of guan of money in the past two months. Twenty guan of money was nothing to the current Zhang family.

Now that he has studied with "Juren", then Zhang Qingfeng simply did not go to Liucheng Academy, but stayed in the city to concentrate on studying storytelling and writing Fengshen Romance.

Zhang Qingfeng didn't go to the academy, so he naturally attracted the attention of many students, because many people were chasing after Fengshen Yanyi.

On this day, when Zhang Qingfeng was returning to Zhuantang Town from the city, he was blocked by a person.

"Yang Sanlang, why don't you go to school?"

The person blocking Zhang Qingfeng was Miss Liu Rongqing from the Liu family, and she was the only one who would talk to Zhang Qingfeng like this.

"I paid homage to a teacher in the city, and I have been studying with him ever since," Zhang Qingfeng said.

"Teacher? Who is it?" Liu Rongqing asked.

"You don't know him." Zhang Qingfeng said.

Without waiting for Liu Rongqing to ask, Zhang Qingfeng immediately changed the subject and asked, "Liu Rongqing, do you have anything to do with me?"

"I want to ask how much you have written in the Romance of the Gods. Show it to me. If you don't come to school, we won't have to read it." Liu Rongqing said.

"Well, I didn't bring the manuscript today, so I'll bring it to you in two days, but remember to return it to me after you finish reading it, or I won't give it to you in the future." Zhang Qingfeng said.

The reason why he borrowed the manuscript from Liu Rongqing was mainly to use her hand to copy it. He didn't have the money to print the Romance of the Gods into a book. If he wanted to spread it, he had to rely on many people to copy it one-on-one.

In the Southern Song Dynasty, although movable type printing had been invented for many years, the technology was not yet mature, and the quality of printed books was not to mention poor, and the cost was not low.

Although woodblock printing is of good quality, the cost is too high, time-consuming and labor-intensive. More than 100 million characters are printed, and it is estimated that there are not tens of thousands of woodblocks.

And even if it is printed, the cost of one book will not be lower than ten guan, if a set of books does not sell more than ten or twenty guan, it will not make any money at all.

As for the ten or twenty guan, it is estimated that there are not many sets sold at such a price. If you print the book yourself, you will not have thousands of guan to back it up, and the printing workshop will not print it at all.

Two days later, Zhang Qingfeng gave the following manuscript to Liu Rongqing, and agreed to wait ten days before sending a new manuscript, and take back the old manuscript by the way.

When Zhang Qingfeng was learning storytelling, finally Mr. Zhao's "Fengshen Yanyi" storytelling was about to be given in the lotus pendant.

On this day, Mr. Zhao will give two storytelling sessions in the afternoon and evening, but they are both talking about the first stanza of the storybook of Fengshenyanyi.

In the afternoon, Mr. Zhao led Zhang Qingfeng and several senior brothers into the lotus shed.

Because of the relationship between Mr. Zhao and several senior brothers, Zhang Qingfeng can occupy a good seat to listen to the storytelling without buying a ticket.

At about three o'clock in the afternoon, Pingshu officially began to speak.

At this time in the Lotus Pavilion, the attendance rate reached more than [-]%, which is already a very good attendance rate for a large theater that can accommodate thousands of spectators.

Because Lianhuapeng is a super-large goulan, the tickets sold are more expensive than other goulan. The ordinary tickets cost [-] yuan, and the tickets for the front row even reached [-] yuan.

Calculated based on the number of more than 500 viewers in this storytelling, Goulan can earn about a dozen guan from selling tickets.

This is only earned from a show in the afternoon. At night, there are more guests and more money.

Calculated, the owner of the lotus shed can earn fifty guan in pure profit a day without any problem.

Fifty guan a day, five hundred guan in ten days, you can earn tens of thousands of guan in a year, which is very profitable. Although I can't calculate it like this, it is no problem to earn seven to eight thousand guan a year.

Seven or eight thousand dollars is seventy-eight million dollars, which is pure profit.

"Today is a new storytelling book, and I don't know if it's good or not." In the auditorium, there was a lot of discussion.

"I'm here for the new storytelling, let's take a look first, if it doesn't sound good, I won't come tomorrow."

"here we go."

Soon, with the beating of a gong, the show officially started.

As the speaker of the storytelling, Mr. Zhao walked up from the backstage unhurriedly, and then sat on the chair.

Snapped!
Accompanied by the knocking sound of a gavel, storytelling began.

"Today, we are going to tell a story about Fengshenyanyi..."

"By the way, during the time of King Zhou of the Shang Dynasty..."

Mr. Zhao's storytelling did not follow exactly what Zhang Qingfeng wrote in his novels, but edited it to make the whole storytelling more rhythmic and exciting.

It can be seen from the reaction of the audience.

At the beginning, there was still a lot of noise inside the Goulan. After the storytelling started, although it was not noisy anymore, some noises were unavoidable.

And when the storytelling lasts more than ten minutes, except for the voice of the storyteller, it can be said that "needle drop can be heard" in the whole Goulan.

Only when Mr. Zhao's disciples came off to ask the guests for rewards in the middle of the session, would there be some excitement, and when the old Mr. Zhao started speaking, all kinds of voices would fall down again.

"That's all for today. If you want to know the future, please listen to the next chapter to break it down..."

"it is good……"

I don't know who yelled, and suddenly the entire hook bar was full of cheers.

"Master, you are too powerful."

In the background, Mr. Zhao and several apprentices complimented him again and again.

"Hehe, it's still your little brother's wonderful words." Old Mr. Zhao was still very modest.

The next moment everyone looked at Zhang Qingfeng differently.

If Zhang Qingfeng became Mr. Zhao's apprentice without paying the apprenticeship fee, they would still be very jealous.

When they saw the charm of Fengshen Yanyi, they became flatterers.

The most important thing for a storyteller is to have a good story, and a person who can bring them a good story, is he still an enemy if he doesn't flatter him?
(End of this chapter)