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The person on stage is naturally a storyteller.

As soon as he opened his mouth, all the guests in the restaurant cheered.

Especially the martial arts people among them.

"This is Master Chu's experience!"

"Speak quickly, speak quickly, we all want to know the heroic appearance of Master Chu."

"..."

It seems that this hero Chu is from this world.

What the storyteller tells is the affairs of this world.

Jia Huan perked up and listened to the scholar telling stories.

You can learn more about the world from this storyteller.

He heated up the meat buns he bought in the city yesterday, ate them, and then went into the mountains again.

They all couldn't stand what the three Jia brothers were doing, but that was someone else's business and they couldn't interfere. They could only talk behind their backs.

Judging from the size of the footprints, the people who went up the mountain were not hunters, but a few women.

Jia Huan left the sight of the women, quickened his pace, and soon reached the deep mountains.

He pushed the cart and walked back slowly.

Jia Huan refused and went deeper.

When Jia Huan saw those coins and pieces of silver being thrown on the stage, he thought, "Do you want to be a storyteller too?"

It seems like storytelling is very profitable!

Although he is completely unfamiliar with the arena of this world, he knows many stories.

At this time, the restaurant owner walked towards the storyteller and seemed to be pleading for something.

The protagonist's character is somewhat similar to that of Master Chu.

I saw that the storyteller had packed up his things and walked off the stage.

He found other people's footprints. Someone else went up the mountain today.

A woman named Li Sisao said: "Isn't it that Jia Xiucai only knows reading and has no other abilities?"

The main reason is that Jia Huan is afraid of trouble.

Otherwise, it will be unjust if someone kills him casually one day.

He searched around, collected several nests of wild eggs, and then hunted two deer and a wild rabbit.

This man is young, but he is already a master in the Xiantian realm.

Chu Daxia's full name is Chu Yanhe. He is about thirty years old and has been famous in the world for ten years. He is a well-known prodigal son in the world and is very popular with women.

The storyteller was quite good, and he could tell a story with all its ups and downs, so that everyone listened with interest and took out their money to reward him.

As the night passed, Jia Huan's strength improved a bit.

Jia Huan nodded towards her: "Aunt Ma, there is nothing to eat at home. I will go up the mountain to pick some wild vegetables."

When the villagers saw Jia Huan buying so many things, they didn't know what to make of their wild guesses.

The rabbit is Jia Huan’s lunch.

When they saw Jia Huan, they were surprised for a while.

If you want to cook stir-fry dishes, you need to have all the kitchen utensils and seasonings available.

A group of martial arts people listened with great interest and rewarded the storyteller with a lot of money.

He has confidantes all over the world, but he also has many friends.

Brush a layer of honey on the outside of the rabbit, and the taste is amazing.

The storyteller shook his head at the restaurant owner, used Qing Kung Fu, and left.

Do you want to try it?

After paying the bill, he walked out of the restaurant and walked around the city to see if there was any restaurant or teahouse that needed a storyteller.

When his parents were alive, the original person did not do anything.

After all, Jia Huan is the poorest one in the village.

Therefore, everyone in the world respects this person very much.

Seeing Jia Huan's back disappear, Aunt Ma sighed: "You have done something evil. Jia Xiucai is still a scholar, and his life is worse than ours."

When he was a child, he followed his mother into the mountains to pick wild vegetables. Jia Mu also taught him which wild vegetables he could and could not eat.

After lunch, Jia Huan meditated on the spot and waited until it got dark before going down the mountain to go home.

The excitement of those stories is beyond the experiences of martial arts people in this world.

The restaurant owner was very disappointed.

There are also people in the village who are good at hunting, and they go up to the mountains to hunt every few days.

Although Chu Daxia was a prodigal, he was kind to others and once spent a large sum of money to help the people on both sides of the river who were suffering from disasters.

The oldest woman among them greeted Jia Huan: "Jia Xiucai, are you going up the mountain too?"

After listening to the book, Jia Huan walked out of the restaurant and started to buy some daily necessities.

He has barbecue seasoning on him.

He extracted part of the information from what the storyteller said.

After arranging everything in order, Jia Huan returned to the bed in the bedroom and began to study.

Jia Huan was lucky enough to encounter a beehive and took half of the honey from it.

When Jia Huan saw this scene, his heart moved.

As a result, after looking around, I found that most restaurants and teahouses have their own fixed storytellers.

Also, this mountain does not belong to Jia Huan himself. It is common for villagers to come to collect wild vegetables and firewood.

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Jia Huan felt that the character of Hero Chu was very similar to the protagonist of a novel he had read. At the same time, she reminded him of the protagonist of another novel.

Jia Huan walked around the city and returned to the previous restaurant.

I was really very poor and had nothing at home.

He was walking slowly, carrying a basket he had made on his back.

On the way back, Jia Huan did not use Qing Gong, but his speed was slower than ordinary people.

The storyteller is telling the story of another person in the world today, who is also a celebrity in the world.

Jia Huan followed the crowd and took out ten copper coins and gave them to the storyteller.

Another woman named Third Aunt Sun said: "It's because the eldest son and the second youngest of the Jia family are dishonest. They kicked Jia Xiucai out as soon as his parents died and refused to allocate land to Jia Xiucai. Jia Xiucai had the land and rented it out.

If you have something to chew every year, how can you be so hungry that you go out and dig wild vegetables to eat?"

By the time he returned to the village, it was already dark and most of the villagers had gone to bed.

The next day, I went to the city early in the morning. I sold the deer deer for money, then went shopping for lunch, and continued to listen to books in the teahouse.

Jia Huan didn't want others to discover his abnormality, so he pretended to be his original self and walked slowly.

You also need to buy some rice and noodles. How can you just eat meat and not eat staple food?

In this way, Jia Huan spent all the money he had earned for a short time.

Likewise, no one saw Jia Huan buying so many things and going home.

Not long after walking, I saw several women picking wild vegetables.

Jia Huan will stay on the mountain for a day, wait until dark, and then take the prey home.

Everyone nodded and talked about the faults of other members of the Jia family.

Knowing the power of warriors in this world, Jia Huan did not dare to delay and worked hard to improve his strength.

Jia Huan: "..."

There is only a broken bowl for eating, and an earthen pot for cooking.

I still know a little about wild vegetables.

Aunt Ma hurriedly asked: "Do you want aunt to help?"

He walked up to the restaurant owner and said, "Excuse me, has the storyteller in your restaurant left?"

The shopkeeper glanced at Jia Huan, not in the mood to answer the question, and waved his hand for Jia Huan to leave.

Seeing his reaction, Jia Huan confirmed his guess.

That storyteller knows martial arts and is not an ordinary storyteller. How could he stay in such a small town?
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