Zhong Sheng was tired from walking. He looked up and saw a tea stall on the roadside.

This is a very ordinary tea stall, filled with pedestrians and vendors, all covered in travel dust.

The tea used is scattered and broken. The tea soup is brown and yellow, and the taste is pure and bitter. It is refreshing and relieves fatigue.

With an average per capita consumption of a large sum, one is guaranteed to have enough to drink.

If you are hungry and have some spare money on hand, you can buy some big cakes from the store to satisfy your hunger.

It's not a good thing. The flatbread is multigrain noodles, plus a bowl of wild vegetable soup with salt, which makes you feel hot all over.

It is a blessing to have such a full meal in troubled times.

When Zhong Sheng took his seat, the tea stall was already mostly full of people, both coming from the south and the north.

Pedestrians with Henan accents walked out to avoid the military disaster.

There are also merchants from other places who carry goods into Henan and take advantage of the troubled times to sell them at high prices.

Whether for life or for fame and fortune, people in the world are bustling, coming and going. This is a scene in troubled times.

"Hey, there's a monkey, come and play a few tricks."

A tea guest saw the ape behind Zhong Sheng and asked him to play a trick.

Zhong Sheng waved his hand to show that he was not a monkey trick.

The person who shouted just now was grabbed by his companions and pointed at the sword on Zhong Sheng's waist, indicating that he could not be provoked.

Zhong Sheng ordered a bowl of tea, and the monkey was eager to share some of it, but he dipped some of it on the tip of his paw, causing his face to wrinkle in pain.

The tea tastes really bitter when you drink it, but then a mouthful of coolness comes up your esophagus, and your hunger is reduced a lot.

"For you."

Zhong Sheng took out a few fruits from his arms and threw them to the ape.

The ape squatted beside the table and concentrated on peeling it.

The little donkey was not tied up. He stood outside the tea stall and stared intently at a butterfly in the grass beside the road.

When you are resting, it is best to chat.

Zhong Sheng sat quietly, listening to the conversations of passers-by.

"What does it mean to say that our area is commonly known as Heluo?"

"Since ancient times, the Luoyang area has mostly been governed by Henan. Therefore, the words Henan and Luoyang are used to refer to the Central Plains area."

Zhong Sheng nodded and understood. Jiangsu later came to be like this.

"Heluo Plain, the heartland of the Central Plains, the place of the Four Wars."

"The peace of the world starts with Heluo. This war between Tang and Zheng is an important chess piece for the world."

When Zhong Sheng heard this, he looked at the speaker in surprise. Someone with such knowledge was not like an ordinary person.

Suddenly, a tea patron nearby started making noise.

"Storytellers, who likes to hear these things? Tell me two paragraphs about the recent rise of storytelling."

It turns out that he is a storyteller. No wonder he is so good at talking. I just rely on my words to make a living.

"What do you want to hear? Cui Shusheng frees his slaves? Li Taoist catches the moon in the altar? Mercies a monk to clear up the grievances in the deserted temple, or is it the latest news from Guanzhong, about Zhong Langjun tearing up ghosts in front of his grave?"

The storyteller said several words in succession, and perhaps the tea drinkers around him were used to hearing it, so they all shook their heads.

When the last one, Zhong Langjun, was tearing apart ghosts in front of his grave, he suddenly became interested.

“I’ve never heard of this!”

The storyteller explained that it turned out that the soldiers and civilians from Guanzhong were transporting heavy supplies to Henan, and they came with word of mouth.

"Let's talk about this!"

Someone ordered the food, and the storyteller began to tell. There was only a clap of wood and silence everywhere.

Zhong Sheng's expression is a little weird, no matter how he sounds, it sounds like...

Sure enough, as the storyteller narrated, he became familiar with the characters and the plot.

The only thing is...

That Zhong Langjun, whose parents have died, who has been affectionate and righteous since he was a child, and who respected his elders in the family, has nothing to do with him.

"Good, good, wonderful!"

At the climax of the story, the storyteller gathers in front of the grave to rip off ghosts. The storyteller is very skilled and relies on hydrology to tell the story with ups and downs and twists and turns.

When ghosts are causing trouble, the spirit of ghosts is so strong that everyone is helpless and anxious to see the auspicious time is about to pass.

Everyone's hearts were hanging in the air, and they were filled with emotions in an instant. It seemed that only one string was taut.

"But when Zhong Langjun saw a golden light in his eyes, he held down a ghost with his hand and shouted..."

The sound of the wood slapped, and the storyteller told the story, Zhong Langjun had torn the evil ghost apart and spilled blood on the grave.

At this moment, a refreshing feeling of joy swept through the hearts of all the tea drinkers.

The tea stall immediately applauded like thunder and cheered continuously.

Some were so excited that they immediately took out their copper coins and rewarded them.

Zhong Sheng was stunned. As the protagonist, the situation was not so complicated at that time.

It's nothing more than grabbing it with both hands, then dividing it to both sides, and tearing apart the ghost.

It’s your profession that knows hydrology!

The storyteller raised his hands in all directions, and a little boy walked out from behind, carrying a wooden case and coming to each table to collect money.

"Three, five, one..."

The child muttered in a low voice, walked to Zhong Sheng, and suddenly stopped.

There is a gold particle as big as a fingernail placed on the table.

The child rolled his eyes and said, "Sir, please keep your valuables. There is a lot of traffic here. If it is stolen, you will have no place to cry."

"Thank you."

Zhong Sheng raised his hand, and everyone around him suddenly became quiet.

Although gold particles are small, they are very heavy. Many people are busy all year long and cannot save the same amount of money.

The boy confirmed again, "A reward for my master?"

Zhong Sheng nodded.

The next moment, the child's voice soared into the sky, "Thank you, uncle, for the money."

He hurriedly grabbed the gold particles and returned to the storyteller.

The storyteller and the child whispered, and bit down twice with their back molars to confirm that it was real gold.

"Thank you, what do you want to hear next?

The storyteller smiled brightly and saluted in the direction of Zhong Sheng.

According to the local rules of listening to books, after a paragraph is told, the tea guest who rewards the most generously can choose any paragraph, and others will have to accept it if they don't like it.

"Tell them the paragraph just now three times, no, ten times."

After Zhong Sheng finished drinking the tea, he stood up, called the donkey, and the ape left.

Everyone looked at each other, what a weirdo.

"Monkeys and donkeys, we don't have a good reputation either."

"But I can't stand it, what they said is too wonderful."

On the way, Zhong Sheng kept talking, the little donkey just licked the tip of its nose, and the monkey caught lice for it out of boredom.

"By the way, my second uncle and I fight against the Ghost King. It would definitely be more exciting if we could make a joke about it."

Zhong Sheng thought about it and was a little curious about the origins of Cui Shusheng, Li Daoshi and Monk Min, so that they could be ranked alongside him.

Listening to the reaction of the tea guests, it seems that the deeds of these people have been widely circulated, and even the jokes of the speakers are not new.

He was still a little excited because he didn't expect that he could become the protagonist in the storytelling.

In his early years, Zhong Sheng fought in his hometown just to make a name for himself.

At that time, as a young man, I always thought that I was unparalleled and destined to be famous all over the world.

"Well, at the next tea stall, we will also focus on the scene where the gentleman tears up the ghost."

Zhong Sheng emphasized, "It's not because of vanity, but because I like to listen."

There was a crisp snap.

Ape Guazi used force to crush a big louse. He seemed to be frightened by the sound, and his expression was a little startled.

The little donkey had a happy expression on his face, his eyebrows were sullen, and he almost fell to the ground and groaned.

"It's too dirty. Let's find a place for you to take a bath first."
Chapter completed!