The next day, Zhang Mo and Xu Fu went to plant reed flowers outside the city early in the morning, and hurried to the market at noon to look for work.

When we arrived at the most prosperous street in Yangzhai, we walked around the street first and asked about the prices of food, clothing, rice, grain, cloth, etc. After having a general idea, we chose a restaurant that didn't seem to be doing very well and went in.

The restaurant is divided into two floors. The lobby on the lower floor is very spacious. There is a square stand in the middle with desks and seats. It is a place for people to tell stories or play the piano.

There are more than a dozen square tables under the stands, but they are not high-top tables like modern ones. They are the same height as several tables, with thick seats on both sides of the tables.

Seeing Zhang Mo's ugly appearance, the waiter wanted to drive her away, but seeing that she was wearing a long robe and dressed like a scholar, he reluctantly welcomed her in and said lightly, "What do you want to eat, young master?"

The aroma of food wafted into the tip of his nose. Zhang Mo swallowed and shook his head, "I want to find your shopkeeper."

"The young master is a relative of the shopkeeper?" The waiter thought to himself, "Is it possible that a poor relative came to visit?"

"No, I have something to discuss with him."

At this time, a slightly fat middle-aged man walked out of the back hall. The waiter greeted him in two steps and said: "Master, this young man is looking for shopkeeper Guo."

Zhang Mo followed him and handed over his hand, "Sir, I have a few stories that I would like to tell at your place. Is it possible?"

Looking at Zhang Mo's skull face, the man felt his scalp numb and goosebumps all over his body.

"Go, go, go, where is the refugee who dares to pretend to be a storyteller after stealing a robe? Get out of here, otherwise I will report you to the official."

Zhang Mo said hurriedly: "I bought these clothes myself. I am really good at storytelling."

"roll!"

The man looked impatient and said to the waiter: "Get out quickly. How dare you let such a person in? You are the only one who scares the guests."

"Sir, I am really good at story-telling. If you don't believe me, please listen first..."

Before he finished speaking, the boss turned around and left.

Seeing the waiter rolling up his sleeves and looking like he was about to beat someone up, Zhang Mo shrank and could only choose to get out of here.

The sun was already setting, she hadn't eaten lunch at noon, and her belly had already protested many times. She turned into a small restaurant and spent two copper coins to buy a dry steamed bun with thick flour mixed with bran. She went to the well on the street and drank from the well.

Shui had a simple lunch.

This little thing was not enough to satisfy my appetite, so I saw an elm money tree beside the well, so I pulled some more elm money and put it in my mouth to chew.

The aroma of meat wafted from a restaurant not far away, making her salivate. Zhang Mo squatted under a tree and sighed softly. She couldn't make any money, let alone meat, and I was afraid she wouldn't even be able to eat steamed buns.

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In fact, I don’t blame the boss for judging books by their appearance. A storyteller not only needs good storytelling, but his image is also very important, especially in restaurants and tea shops. No matter what the story is, just looking like him will turn off the appetite of the guests.

Under the elm tree, Zhang Mo looked bored at the flow of people coming and going on the street. He couldn't help but think of what Xu Fu said that day. Do you really need to rely on him to support you?

The Xu family makes a living by selling Hu cakes. In recent years, due to wars and famines, the number of merchants visiting various places has decreased, and the Xu family's business has also plummeted. Otherwise, they would not have thought of renting a house.

Xu Fu said that he should let her stay in the Xu family to help, but Aunt Xu could do all that work on her own, and having her as an extra person was completely redundant. She really had no shame in living in other people's homes.

Shameless!

Shameless?

shameless?!

Zhang Mo's eyes lit up, he spit out the old and astringent elm money in his mouth, stood up, patted the dust on the hem of his long clothes, and jumped onto the stone pillar under the tree.

"Listen to the story, listen to the story, interesting story, the rich will support you, and the poor will support you. Don't miss it when you pass by. There is no shop like this after passing this village..."

There has been no shortage of melon-eating people in China since ancient times. In ancient times, there was a lack of entertainment projects. If there was any disturbance on the street, people would gather around like bees when they see flowers or flies when they smell the stench of excrement.

People just want to watch the fun, who cares whether you look good or not? Moreover, street performers who look a little unique seem to be more attractive to the audience.

A hundred people soon gathered under the elm tree. Glancing at the waiter who was peering in at the door of the restaurant, Zhang Mo began her journey to the west.

"good!"

"This story is novel!"

"What happened next? Did Sun Wukong go to cause havoc in the Heavenly Palace?"

Glancing at the restaurant owner who was listening attentively among the crowd, Zhang Mo stopped talking and said, "It's getting late today. If you want to know the details, I'll explain it next time."

After the crowd dispersed, she picked up the copper coins in the tree pit and prepared to call it a day and go home.

"Young Master, stay!"

The boss hurriedly came up to stop her and held her hand, "I'm sorry for my poor eyesight. I've offended her many times before. I'm sorry for that."

With a sincere smile on his face, he said, "The young master's magnanimity is truly extraordinary. Can you give me another chance?"

Zhang Mo pouted, he was indeed a businessman, his skin was as thick as a city wall. He had just kicked her out of the restaurant at noon, and now he could smile with her like a normal person.

"Don't dare. A vulgar person will just make a living on the street!"

Seeing her indifferent expression, the boss sneered and looked at the few copper coins she held in her hand, "Why don't you come to my building to tell stories? I'll give you 20 yuan a day and outsource a meal and tea. If you have a guest,

Any additional reward will go to the Master."

"Humph~send the beggar away?" Zhang Mo walked away, looking like she didn't want to say more.

The owner's smile froze, and he followed behind and asked, "Young Master is too young? We can discuss it further."

Zhang Mo stopped and turned to look at him, "In view of your sincere invitation, you can choose one of two options. First, a fixed amount of seventy yuan a day, plus reward and tea and meals. Second, with your restaurant

10% of the daily profit will be rewarded, and the reward will also belong to me."

The owner's face turned cold, "Young master, what a lion! You are telling stories on the street, and you only earn about ten bucks a day!"

"If we can't agree, forget it."

She Shi Shiran shook her wide sleeves, put her hands behind her back, and walked back, "My story will spread all over Yangdi soon. There should be many restaurants looking for me tomorrow. Maybe I can get a hundred dollars a day."

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"Young Master, stop!"

The boss hurriedly stopped her, but he was making quick calculations in his mind. Judging from the popularity of the story today, if she came to tell stories in the building, the business would definitely increase with the tide, and it was not impossible for the profits to double.

After hesitating for a moment, the owner gritted his teeth and said: "Seventy dollars, just seventy dollars, but... I also have a request."

"Please tell me!"

"The young master must wear a hat when he comes to the building."

"No problem!" Zhang Mo agreed readily. She didn't want to show her face in the first place.

In the absence of famine, a stone of corn would cost about 200 yuan, and an ordinary house like the Xu family would only cost about 20,000 yuan. The daily wage of 70 yuan is extremely high, and a meal is included, even if there is no salary.

With the reward, she can quickly save enough money to buy a house and settle down.

Moreover, you can also get a VIP. If you want to hear the follow-up story in advance, you can pay her to go to the private room to tell the story alone. It costs 20 yuan per round, and the price is clearly marked, so you can be honest.

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Ruyi Building is located in the bustling street of Yangzhai, with a large flow of people. Originally, the business was not good in addition to management problems and food problems. Zhang Mo sold a few recipes while telling stories, and with the income from customers' tips, the business lasted more than a month.

In time, I can earn enough money to buy a small house.

This income is not very good at all. In addition to envying Aunt Xu, it also attracts the attention of local gangsters.

In an alley next to the main street, a stocky man leaned against the wall with his arms folded, looking lazily towards the entrance of the alley, and asked: "Have you found out the details about this guy?"

"It's clear, it can't be clearer."

The speaker had a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, and narrowed his sly eyes, "That kid just came to Yangzhai some time ago. He is alone and has no relatives or friends. Don't worry."

The other one said with a pockmarked smile: "This is a fat fish. We will have a lot of income in the future."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man with the sharp mouth slapped the two people next to him, staring straight at the entrance of the alley, "Coming, coming!"

The light in the alley is extremely dark. Every time he walks here, Zhang Mo can't help but feel angry. Although there are other ways to go back to Xu's house, it takes about a quarter of an hour to take a detour. If you are still wandering on the street after the curfew, you have to go.

Caught and spanked.

She quickened her pace, and when she was about to exit the alley, three people suddenly jumped out a few steps in front of her. Zhang Mo was stunned for a moment, then turned around to run. Before she could even take two steps, she was grabbed by the collar.

"Still want to run?"

The strong man carried her into the alley, raised his foot and bent towards her knee, then kicked her.

Zhang Mo felt pain, and with a bang, his knee hit the bluestone road hard, and he grimaced in pain.

"What are you doing?" he asked, but he knew very well in his heart that he was being targeted by gangsters.

The man with the sharp mouth said: "What are you doing? I'm borrowing some money from you to spend some time."

Before she could think of a way to escape, the stout man took out the money bag from her arms, and then kicked her to the ground. He stepped on Zhang Mo's hand on the ground with his sole and said with a smile: "Young man, be smarter, go ahead."

Please be filial to us in the future, I won't put you in too many troubles, I will leave a place for you to eat, if you don't know what you are doing, my brothers will have plenty of ways to deal with you."

"You..." Zhang Mo raised his head stubbornly and glared at the few people angrily. In the end, he swallowed the words he wanted to curse. A good man will not suffer the immediate consequences. He is single and weak. If he offends these people, he will definitely suffer a lot.

As if he understood what she was thinking, the stout man smiled and said, "What? You still want to report to the official?"

As he spoke, he rubbed his feet hard a few times, "To tell you the truth, my brothers also have some connections in Yangzhai. If you dare to report to the official, I will let you know what life is worse than death. As long as you are obedient and filial every day,

I will give you a way to survive, otherwise... this is still light, understand?"

Zhang Mo was in so much pain that she couldn't speak. The man seemed to be waiting for her answer, and the strength of his step on her hand did not relax at all.

"I understand, I understand!" she said with difficulty.

The man laughed with satisfaction, moved his feet, squatted down and patted her cheek twice, "That's so good! In the future, if you have a few brothers to protect you, no one will dare to cause trouble for you."

After saying that, he touched her face hard and said with a lewd smile: "How can you be more delicate than a little lady? Your face is as tender and smooth as a chicken that has been peeled off the shell."

"Boss, no matter how young you are, you are still a boy. Don't tell me that you are as good as Longyang." The sharp-mouthed man looked disgusted, shook his chicken skin, and urged: "The curfew is coming soon, hurry up and leave!"

"Bah!" the stout man spat, "I only like women!"

He stood up, weighed the money bag in his hand, and walked away with his two men.

***The author has something to say***

This book went through nine or eighty-one difficulties and finally signed the contract. I would like to express my special thanks to my friend "You Swear Again" for his continuous support.

Please recommend new books, collect them, and read them. It seems that collecting and reading them will have a great influence on future recommendations.
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