Don't make trouble, let's build infrastructure!

On the day of the beginning of autumn, the heat has not yet faded, the storyteller's sweat slides down his forehead, and the audience in the audience keeps fanning, but they still feel hot.

A young man in cotton and linen short hexagram came out from the back. He was dressed like an apprentice here, but he was fair and delicate, and he carried a pot of herbal tea with his slender fingers. His fingertips were clean, and he didn't look like he was doing rough work.

Tong Ran added herbal tea to the guests one by one, went to the end of the room, and opened the door.

A cluster of light shone in, instantly lighting up the dimly lit room, and the cool breeze relieved the sweltering heat.

Seven days ago, Tong Ran's infrastructure project in Africa was completed. After a short celebration, he boarded the plane back to the motherland.The journey back was bumpy, and when he woke up again, he was soaked in a river outside Zhuoyang Mansion.

Tong Ran was stunned for a long time before he realized that his soul had traveled to ancient times. Not only did he change his body, but he was only fourteen years old.

Fortunately, the name has not changed, which can be regarded as a small consolation.

At that time, shopkeeper Li from Laiwashe in the Middle East of Fucheng happened to pass by and picked up Tong Ran.

Donglai Washe is a place of entertainment in Zhuoyang Mansion, where there are storytelling, juggling, and folk art.Tong Ran lost most of the memory of the original owner, and he didn't even know where he was from. The shopkeeper Li looked at him pitifully, and gave him a job as an apprentice, so he could live in Washe instead of living on the streets.

Now he is following the master named Huang Quan, who is the storyteller of Donglai Washe.

Snapped!

The startled tree fell, and the story came to an end. The audience hurriedly got up and ran outside the cool house.

"Tong Ran, pour me tea!" After the guests left, Huang Quan yelled, slumped on the chair without any image.

Huang Quan has been storytelling for more than ten years. He has been nesting in the smallest shed in Donglai Washe.

After following him for a few days, Tong Ran had already figured out his temper. Just after finishing the book, the water he was preparing to make tea was already boiling.He lifted the lid of the pot, put tea leaves, and poured boiling water into it.

Tong Ran stayed here for a few days, and gradually remembered some memories of the original owner.

This is a world called Zhengqi Continent. All kinds of customs and rules are similar to the ancient world of the original world. Even before the Qin Dynasty, the historical process here is exactly the same as the original world.However, the Qin Dynasty in the Zhengqi Continent did not die in the second generation, but lasted for more than 300 years before being replaced by the current Dacheng Dynasty.

The reason why the Qin Dynasty here is so long depends on a kind of magical power - righteousness.

Mencius said: "I am good at cultivating my noble spirit."

The so-called awe-inspiring spirit is righteousness.

Mencius had already seen the way during the Warring States period. When Yingzheng unified the six countries, colorful auspicious clouds descended from the sky, and the righteousness between heaven and earth was activated. Qin Shihuang was thus conferred the title of saint and was recognized by the nobles of the six countries.

Since then, the heaven and the earth have been full of righteousness, and the rank of personal righteousness has become the only criterion for selecting officials. Even if they are not officials, people with righteousness ranks have a detached status in society.And the only way to cultivate righteousness is to do things that benefit the country and the people.

Like Qin Shihuang, who set a precedent in history and completed the great cause of unification, and was directly conferred the highest rank by heaven and earth - "Holy", it is the only one.The descendants all started from the seed of righteousness, the fifth and thirteenth ranks, and climbed up step by step.

The person with the highest level of righteousness in the world is Fu Ganze, the chief assistant of the cabinet. He once presided over the Xinde Reform and made great contributions. Today, he is a middle-level person, only two levels away from being a saint.

And the person who can be canonized has not been seen for a hundred years.

"Bah! Little bastard, you want to burn me to death!" Huang Quan cried out as soon as his lips touched the tea bowl.

Tong Ran smiled, and a small dimple appeared on the right cheek: "Master Huang, this tea is a special Dahongpao tea, which is used by the shopkeeper to entertain guests. It is best fragrant when it is soaked in boiling water."

Huang Quan was dubious: "Really?"

Tong Ran looked sincere: "Of course, how could I deceive you?"

Huang Quan had never drunk good tea in his life. When Tong Ran said this, he was not afraid of being scalded immediately. He leaned close to the rim of the cup and took another sip carefully.

After finishing Huang Quan, Tong Ran wrung out a rag to wipe the tables and chairs that the guests had just used.

When he first arrived here, Tong Ran wanted to take the imperial examination, but later he slowly remembered the memory of the original owner, and realized that because of the relationship of righteousness, it was still in the examination system, and there was no examination for him.

In other words, in Zhengqi Continent, the most useful fame is the rank of Zhengqi.

Tong Ran stopped her hands, closed her eyes, and sensed the righteousness accumulated at her altar.

After a while, he sighed.

To cultivate righteousness, you must first gather the seeds of righteousness, and the condensation of righteousness seeds requires nine stages of righteous thoughts.

According to the memory of the original owner, he originally possessed five levels of righteous thoughts, and he was already a leader among his peers, but for some reason, these cultivation bases were broken up by someone.

Today's Tong Ran is poor and white, and has no righteous thoughts.

Tong Ran was feeling sorry when Qiu'er, an apprentice from the other side of the elephant shed, suddenly barged in.

He rushed up to Huang Quan, grabbed his wrist, and said word by word: "Master Huang, I went to the master's meeting today, but when Granny Lai was writing the move, she also wrote about this afternoon. I didn’t find out until a guest came. Now you are the only storyteller in the Sheli, please give us a helping hand! Otherwise, the shopkeeper will tear us apart when he comes back!”

The Elephant Shed, the largest venue in Zhuoyang Mansion, can seat 1000 people.

Being able to go to the Elephant Shed to talk about a book is something that every storyteller dare not dream of. Huang Quan's small eyes lit up, he pretended to straighten his collar, and followed the ball to the Elephant Shed.

Today, I went to the master for a meeting and took away a lot of people. There are not enough apprentices serving tea and water in Xiangpeng at the moment, so Tong Ran went with him.

Passing through the back hall, the elephant shed was full of voices, some people shouted why it hadn't started yet, the atmosphere was already a little anxious.

Huang Quan said that for most of his life in a small venue, he faced no more than a dozen people every day. When he was suddenly brought in front of so many people, he felt his heart beating endlessly, short of breath, dizzy, and his legs were numb. I can't walk, let alone walk up to perform.

Qiu'er was also full of sweat, and was very anxious: "Master Huang, it's your turn!"

The more Qiu'er urged, the more Huang Quan felt guilty: "No, no, I can't say it, I can't say it." He stepped back while talking.

Seeing that the situation was not right, Granny Lai cried out, "Oh, hello! How can I be so miserable! Master Huang is picking someone up!"

Huang Quan was provoked by her, jumped up and cursed.Qiu'er was about to cry too. Although it was Granny Lai who wrote the trick wrong, they couldn't solve it effectively, and they couldn't escape the punishment when the shopkeeper came back.

What can I do, I'm really worried.

"Why don't you let me go up and try?"

While he was worrying, suddenly a clear voice came in.

Qiu'er turned his head and saw that it was the little apprentice who had only been picked up by the shopkeeper a few days ago.

Qiu'er: "You've only been studying for a few days, and you can't scold the guests when you go up!"

Tong Ran smiled slightly, revealing the dimple on his right cheek, and his face instantly brightened a little: "We have no better way now, let me go up and try, if it doesn't work, then think of another way, always It won't be any worse than it is now."

Qiu'er thought about it, that's the reason, no matter who it is, it's better to have someone on stage than to leave the stage empty.After making up his mind, he wanted to tell Tong Ran a few words.But when he turned his head and looked, where was Tong Ran's shadow?

At the same time, scattered applause came from the front of the stage, and Qiu'er rushed to the edge of the stage to see that the little apprentice had already walked up.

Tong Ran stepped onto the stage, thousands of eyes shot at him, the harsh scrutiny could almost overwhelm people.He walked steadily, walked evenly to the left of the stage, stood still, and bowed deeply.

"Who the hell is this?" Someone shouted.

Tong Ran turned a deaf ear, and after saluting according to the rules, sat down at the table prepared for the storyteller.

The ball in the background jumped up anxiously: "Why did he go straight up?!"

Granny Lai stopped crying suddenly, jumped up, and ran to the side of the ball in a hurry: "Who cares, as long as someone goes up! God bless Amitabha, but we must pass this test!"

Tong Ran scanned the audience, and the faces of thousands of people passed before his eyes.

He has never talked about books, but he has loved "Journey to the West" since he was a child, and he has read the original work no less than a hundred times, and he can memorize it backwards and forwards.

He closed his eyes and held up the startling tree.

Snapped!

"The poem says: Chaos is not divided into heaven and earth, and there is no one to see..." There is a strong echo behind the storyteller's seat, spreading his clear voice steadily to every corner of the elephant shed.

Qiu'er in the backstage pointed to the stage and shouted, "What did he say?"

Huang Quan noticed that Tong Ran had gone up, and his eyes turned red immediately: "He, he, he, a brat, what good can he say!"

"... I feel that Pangu opened up, the three emperors ruled the world, and the five emperors ruled the world..." Tong Ran said word by word, he was very familiar with the story of "Journey to the West", as if he was telling a legend that he saw with his own eyes thousands of years ago.

"Which book is this?"

"Why not Xiang Da, I'm here to listen to Master Xiang's storytelling."

"Shh! Don't make noise."

There was some commotion in the auditorium from time to time. Tong Ran could see it clearly on the stage, but he ignored it, as if this was supposed to be his venue, and told the story rhythmically.

"The story is quite novel."

"No, no, this person lacks confidence, he hasn't practiced before."

"Don't babble, I didn't hear what he said last time, who wrote this book?"

"Shh, listen carefully, don't talk."

The audience gradually quieted down. Although the young man on the stage had mediocre skills, his voice was clear and smooth, and the typhoon was steady. The story was unheard of, grand and powerful, novel and interesting.The listeners, who were still picky about the change, were unconsciously attracted by him, put down their folded arms unconsciously, held their chins together, and listened attentively.

"...the Monkey King smiled and said: 'Okay! Okay! Okay! From now on, I will be called Sun Wukong too!' Exactly: at the beginning of Hongmeng, the original surname was created, and Wukong was needed to break the obstinate emptiness." Time passed, Tong Ran concluded, "After all, I don't want to cultivate some Taoism later, and let's listen to the next chapter to break it down."

The voice settled down, the aftertaste was full of rhymes, and many people still haven't regained their senses.

How is this over?It's too short, it's too short, they can listen to it for another eight hours!

"it is good!"

"What's your surname, sir? When is the next time?"

"What is the name of this story, sir, don't go, talk about it!"

The applause was louder and louder, and Tong Ran stood up and bowed according to the rules, and walked steadily down the stage.