Although it is a good restaurant in the town, it is not a wealthy place after all. The restaurant only has one floor and no private room, but the place is large and the business is good. Although it is not yet noon, there are still many people sitting in a table, whispering with fruits and whispering.

There was an empty piece on the front right of the restaurant, and a high platform was placed on the platform. There was a wooden table. The storyteller was wearing a long gown and holding a folding fan. He was standing behind him. After slapping the awakening wood in his hand, a burst of foam flew across.

I guess what he just heard was the sound of Xingmu slapping.

There is little folk entertainment in this world. Restaurants such as opera cannot afford to hire teams, and ordinary people cannot listen to them. In order to attract customers, storytellers have become the best choice. Therefore, restaurants of all sizes in this town will invite a storyteller.

The abortion of the restaurant should not be related to the storytellers on this restaurant.

He Ze looked around, but did not notice Lin Yu. He thought he had gone to the kitchen. He chose a position close to the high platform and just sat down, a waiter came up, "Customer, what do you want to order?"

"Give me a pot of cold tea." Here, cold tea refers to boiled water.

"ah?"

The corner of the waiter's mouth twitched. Who would only eat tea when going to the restaurant? This is so stingy!

"A pot of cold tea, is there any problem?" He Ze repeated it again, not feeling embarrassed at all.

"No, no, I'll bring it to you now!"

The waiter quickly lowered his head, threw the tablecloth on his shoulder, and ran away in a few steps. The storyteller on the stage was so excited that the awakening wood sounded. The atmosphere below the stage was not very warm. Occasionally, two other tones of jokes came into He Ze's ears.

"Kei, the tea is here, please use it slowly."

Although he disliked He Ze's stinginess, the waiter quickly brought the tea. He Ze poured himself a cup and listened to the storytellers on the stage with relish.

"It was a long time to speak, and then I saw a sharp arrow coming from the front. General Zhou's eyes widened, and he jumped sideways and reached one meter away. The four-foot long sword in his hand was also thrown out. For a moment, red mud was splashing everywhere, which was exactly the same as the head of the enemy camp leader!"

This passage tells the story of a heroic general in the previous dynasty who died on the battlefield. The truth and fabrication are no longer clear. The original body skipped school and heard it when he was studying, but he lost interest a few times.

In the past, the world was full of smoke and wars. It is less than a hundred years since the establishment of unified government and power, and it is time for everything to be done. Although the new emperor is now ascending the throne and the amnesty of the world has reduced taxes, this culture has obviously not yet developed.

Although story-based articles, that is, novels have appeared, their technological levels are different. The printing and publication in this world cost a lot. Anyone who has read books for a few years is always aloof and most people will not write such low-class things.

Storytellers are not necessarily literate, but mostly talk about word of mouth.

So much so that I can only talk about those stories now, and I will naturally get tired of it after listening to it too much. This is the case with the original body, and the guests here all feel this way.

The storyteller on the stage continued, "General Zhou was wearing black armor and a green helmet, sitting alone in the camp. He could only hear a cry outside the tent - General, the enemy's invasion! Food and grass... Food and grass are on fire! Bang - predict what happens next, let's hear the decomposition next time!"

As soon as Xingmu slapped, there was a sparse applause from the audience. The storyteller put away the folding fan and gestured with a look. The apprentice standing beside him entered the crowd with a square plate.

"Everyone comes and goes, and they are all dreamers. I hope everyone will support Wei."

The storyteller's name is Wei Quan, and others call him Mr. Wei, usually calls himself Wei.

At this time, as soon as he finished speaking, the sound of checkout was coming one after another, and most of the guests left. Usually, there were two games every day. Today, one game was just over, so much was empty off the audience. At this time, his apprentice also returned to the platform, with only a few copper plates in the plate.

Wei Quan frowned, and he touched his long beard, "Can you say something bad about Wei in this paragraph today? Look, you are not in high spirits."

As soon as his voice fell, a "ding--" sounded, but He Ze threw a copper plate on the plate. He glanced at Wei Quan, "Mr. Wei said it well, we can recite this story. What else does it sound like? Do you think it is?"

“That’s it…”

In an instant, the restaurant was filled with responsive voices.

Wei Quan turned cold, he shook his sleeves and stared at He Ze, "This "Biography of General Zhou" is widely circulated, and it will not sound boring. What do you know, a child with yellow mouth? Could it be that you can tell a story?"

"I don't know how to tell a book," He Ze shook his head, paused and interfered, "but I think my story is better than you."

"you……"

"I have nothing to do today, so why don't I tell you a free paragraph and comment on it?" He Ze took a sip of tea and stood up.

"Okay! Say one! Say one!"

The guests are always not serious, and they are always making money by listening to this for free. He Ze's voice was not over yet, and there were cheers and applause from below.

"Please give me a seat?"

Wei Quan snorted coldly and walked off the stage a few steps. He wanted to see how this young boy was fooling around!

"Ba"

He Ze Xingmu slapped and spoke in an instant, "A long time ago, I lived alone on the green mountain and was kind and kind. One day when he was collecting herbs, he saved a injured white snake and took good care of it. The white snake was exquisite and cute, quite spiritual. After he recovered from the injury, he did not leave. Each person and one snake depended on each other for their lives, and their relationship deepened."

The sound of eating melon seeds in the audience continued to stop. Wei Quan rolled his eyes. What good story does he think of!

He Ze's expression did not change and continued, "Decades later, the person died, and the white snake returned to the mountains and forests. After thousands of years of sun and moonlight, rain, snow, wind and frost, he finally cultivated into a demon, and then turned into a white dress..."

Listening to this passage, the guest who was originally kneading melon seeds unconsciously slowed down his movements, and Wei Quan subconsciously condensed his mind.

Looking at the "men" in the audience, He Ze coughed and changed his words when he came to his throat, "Brother in white is beautiful and natural, and his name is Bai Suzhen. Bai Suzhen is grateful for the grace of the herb collector to save his life. She wants to go down the mountain to find him to reincarnate to repay his kindness. The mountain is blocking and far away, and I meet a green snake on the way..."

His voice was clear, and the story turned two turns one after another, becoming tortuous and bizarre. Everyone in the audience was soon fascinated by the noise, and the originally noisy restaurant gradually became quiet.

When Lin Yu came out of the backyard, he saw this scene.

He Ze talked casually on the stage, and the guests below the stage were silent, and he was the only one in the restaurant that was the most eye-catching.
Chapter completed!