Brother so proud

Although it is a good restaurant in the town, it is not a wealthy place after all.The restaurant has only one floor and no private rooms, but the place is spacious and the business is good.Although it was not yet noon, there were quite a few people sitting at a table in twos and threes, kneading melons and fruits and whispering.

The right front of the restaurant was vacant, and a high platform was placed on it. There was a wooden table on the platform. The storyteller was standing behind him in a long gown and holding a folding fan. When Xingmu slapped his hand, the mouth foamed again. .

Presumably what he heard just now was the sound of Xingmu slapping.

There are few folk entertainments in this world, and restaurants like opera can't afford to hire a troupe, and ordinary people can't afford to listen to it. In order to attract customers, storytellers are the best choice, so restaurants big and small in this town will invite them. A storyteller.

The flow of people in this restaurant should have nothing to do with the storyteller on this stage.

He Ze looked around, but didn't find Lin Yu's figure, presumably he went to the back kitchen.He chose a seat close to the high platform and just sat down when a waiter greeted him, "Guest officer, what do you want?"

"Have a pot of cold tea." Cold tea here refers to plain boiled water.

"what?"

The corner of Xiao Er's mouth twitched, who would only eat tea in a restaurant?This is too stingy!

"A pot of cold tea, is there a problem?" He Ze repeated without feeling embarrassed at all.

"No, no, I'll go and serve it to you!"

Xiao Er quickly lowered her head, threw the tablecloth over her shoulders, and ran away in a few steps.The storyteller on the stage was talking excitedly, Xingmu crackled, and the atmosphere in the audience was not very enthusiastic, and occasionally two teasing jokes reached He Ze's ears.

"Guest officer, the tea is here, please take it easy."

Although he disliked He Ze's stinginess, Xiao Er quickly brought the tea over.He Ze poured himself a glass, and listened with relish to the storyteller's eloquence on stage.

"It was too late to say it, but it was so fast. I saw a sharp arrow piercing the air in front of me. General Zhou's tiger eyes were wide open. When he jumped sideways, he was one meter away, and the four-foot long knife in his hand was also thrown out. , poof—for a moment, the red pulp splashed everywhere, it was exactly right, and it hit the head of the enemy camp leader!"

This paragraph is about the story of a heroic general who died in battle in the previous dynasty. The truth and fiction have long been unclear. Yuanchen even skipped school to listen to it when he was studying, but he lost interest after a few times.

In the past, the world was full of wars and wars, and the current unified regime has been established for less than a hundred years, and it is time for everything to be done.Although it is the time when the new emperor is enthroned and the world is amnesty and the people's taxes have been reduced, this aspect of culture has obviously not yet developed.

Story articles, that is, novels, have already appeared, but the level of science and technology is different. In this world, the printing costs are extremely high, but anyone who has read books for a few years is always self-righteous, and most of them will not write such low-level things.

And storytellers are not necessarily literate, on the contrary, most of them are passed on by word of mouth.

So much so that there are only a few stories to talk about now, and I will naturally get tired of hearing too much.The original body is like this, and the guests here all feel like this.

The storyteller on the stage continued, "General Zhou was wearing black armor and a green helmet, and was sitting alone in the camp, only to hear a shout from outside the tent——General, the enemy is coming! Grain...grain is on fire! Already! Pa——predict what will happen next, let’s listen to the next chapter to break it down!”

Xingmu clapped, and there was sparse applause from the audience. The storyteller closed his folding fan and gave a signal with his eyes. The apprentice standing aside carried a square plate into the crowd.

"We are all guests here and there, and we are all dreamers. I hope everyone will support Wei."

The name of the storyteller is Wei Quan, and everyone around him calls him Mr. Wei, and he usually calls himself Wei.

At this time, as soon as he finished speaking, the voices of paying the bill came one after another, and most of the guests left all at once.Usually this book has to be spoken twice a day, today just finished one session, the audience is so empty, at this time his apprentice has also returned to the side of the high platform, there are only a few copper coins in the plate.

Wei Quan frowned, and stroked his long beard, "Could it be that Mr. Wei didn't speak well in this paragraph today? It seems that everyone is not very interested."

As soon as his voice fell, a "jingle—" sounded, but it was He Ze who threw a copper plate on the plate, and he glanced at Wei Quan, "Mr. After memorizing it, what does it sound like? Don’t you think so?”

"It's just..."

All of a sudden, the restaurant was filled with echoing voices.

Wei Quan's face turned cold, he shook his sleeves, stared at He Ze and said, "The "Biography of General Zhou" has been widely circulated, how can it be boring to listen to, what do you know, you yellow-mouthed kid! Could it be that you can also tell stories? No?"

"I don't know how to tell a book," He Ze shook his head, then continued after a pause, "but I think my story is better than yours."

"you……"

"Nothing to do today, why don't I give you a free speech, how would you comment?" He Ze took a sip of tea and stood up.

"Okay! Say one! Say one!"

Guests don't think it's a big deal, and they earn money by listening to it for free.He Ze's voice hadn't fallen yet, but the audience applauded and applauded loudly.

"Excuse me sir, give me a seat?"

Wei Quan snorted coldly, and walked down the stage a few steps. He wanted to see how this yellow-mouthed kid made a fool of himself!

"Snapped--"

He Ze Xingmu took a pat, and opened his mouth in an instant, "It is said that a long time ago, there was a herb picker who lived alone on the green hill. He was generous and kind. He rescued an injured white snake while picking medicine one day. He took good care of it. The white snake is exquisite. Cute, quite spiritual, never left even after recovering from injury, one person and one snake depend on each other for life, and the relationship is getting deeper and deeper."

The sound of eating melon seeds in the audience continued, Wei Quan rolled his eyes, what a good story he is taking!

He Ze's expression didn't change, and he continued, "Decades later, when people die, the white snake returns to the mountains. After thousands of years of sun, moon, rain, snow, wind and frost, it finally cultivates into a demon, and then turns into a white robe..."

Listening to this passage, the guests who were still kneading sunflower seeds unconsciously slowed down their hands, and Wei Quan subconsciously focused his attention.

Seeing all the "men" in the audience, He Ze coughed, and then changed his words, "Brother in white, beautiful and beautiful, named Bai Suzhen, Bai Suzhen is grateful for the life-saving grace of the herb picker, and wants to go down the mountain." Looking for his reincarnation to repay the kindness, the mountains are blocked and far away, and a green snake is encountered on the way..."

His voice was clear and clear, and the story took two more turns in succession, turning into bizarre twists and turns. Everyone in the audience was fascinated by it, and the originally noisy restaurant gradually became quiet.

This was what Lin Yu saw when he came out of the backyard.

He Ze talked eloquently on the stage, but the audience was silent, and he was the only person in the whole restaurant who attracted the most attention.

The author has something to say: He Ze: Because I stand the highest at 23333

In addition, the "former dynasties" in this chapter refers to the previous dynasties, not the previous dynasties. Don't get me wrong, my dears, good morning.