Chapter 25: Eternal regrets

After Wu Ji and his group left, they were filled with joy. Wu Jian, Wu Xing and his personal soldiers opened their mouths and shouted with joy!

"Brother Ji, we've beaten Liaogou today!"

"We are fighting Liaogou!"

"The Liao Dog has beaten our Song Dynasty for hundreds of years and has been rampant in Xiongzhou for decades. He has never been beaten like this. He is so happy!"

The personal soldiers, you and I, said a word, told me about my good mood. Although they were just fighting, not killing enemies on the battlefield, they still felt extremely happy.

The border people hated the Khitans the most. Even if they took advantage of the small ones, it was a great thing for them. Even though they beat the Liao soldiers with their own hands, they still felt so good.

"If the timing wasn't right, I would have killed them!" Wu Ji also felt proud, relaxed, and spoke a few degrees higher.

The group of people talked and laughed for a while, and then their excitement gradually faded. Wu Jian asked, "Brother Ji, what are we going to do next?"

"First find an inn to stay in, and then stroll around the city." Wu Ji had heard of the prosperity of Xiongzhou. When he saw it today, its prosperity was far beyond his imagination. He was curious and must have a good experience.

"Okay!" When Wu Jian and the others heard this, they were all very happy and excited.

They were farmers in the small mountain village. If it weren't for Wu Ji, they wouldn't have been able to leave Wujiazhuang in their entire lives. Now, coming to the most important city in the north of the Song Dynasty was a blessing that was cultivated in eight lifetimes. They were all overjoyed and extremely excited.

In the front room, there is a "Junyue Inn" in front of it. The location is pretty good and there are many rooms. It is very convenient to stay here. Wu Ji decided to stay, and Wu Jian stepped forward and asked for the room.

When they saw that Wu Ji and the others were numerous, they were all extraordinary. The shopkeeper knew that they were not ordinary guests, so he rushed forward to greet him and took Wu Ji to the upper room himself.

While going upstairs with the shopkeeper, Wu Ji asked, "Shopkeeper, I'm here in Xiongzhou for the first time. I'm not familiar with Xiongzhou. I don't know what fun or lively place?"

"Your servant, you don't know anything. Xiongzhou is a good place!"

The shopkeeper hurriedly smiled and introduced to Wu Ji: "If you want to eat, although my restaurant has some delicious food, it is not as good as Fanlou. This is the semicolon of Fanlou, Bianjing. Whether it is delicious food or wine, it is a rare treasure. If you want to buy things, you can go to the West City, where there are marten fur from Liaodong, ginseng from Korea, the jade from Kunshan in the Western Regions, the pearls of big food, the tortoiseshell of Persian, and the spices from overseas. If you want to play, it is still in the East City, where there are countless trellis, beautiful women, nice legends, and storytellers..."

The shopkeeper was very familiar with Xiongzhou, and when he opened his mouth, he couldn't stop talking and kept talking: "Customer, if you want a woman, there are many Fanlou, so you don't have to go to the tile house."

"I want to go to the tile houses, so I want to go and listen to storytelling." Tang Legend and Song Storying are the predecessors of modern storytelling. It would be a pity if I didn't see storytelling when I came to Xiongzhou.

"Storytelling! Storytelling!" The shopkeeper thought that Wu Ji was a little shameless. He clearly wanted to find a woman, but he used this to cover it up. He hurriedly echoed: "If you want to tell a storytelling, the speaker is the most important. A good speaker can tell stories that are not noticeable. Huo Sanwen from Beilan Wazi is the most famous speaker in Xiongzhou. If a guest wants to hear a storytelling, he can go there."

A storyteller was called a speaker in the Song Dynasty.

"Thank you, I remember it." Wu Ji nodded slightly.

After entering the house, Wu Ji saw that the bedding was complete, very clean, dry, and well ventilated. He was very satisfied. He put down his things, took a short rest, and took a group of personal soldiers out of the inn and went shopping on the street.

The streets were filled with people, and the clamors were heard, and the prosperity surprised Wu Ji, who was used to modern metropolis.

"Oh my God, it's so lively!"

"It's much more lively than our Wujiazhuang!"

The soldiers all opened their mouths wide, as if Liu Laolao entered the Grand View Garden, and her eyes were so surprised that she almost fell off.

"It's so lively! Brother Ji, where are we going?" Wu Jian followed Wu Ji, looking at him with a look of surprise.

"Do you want to hear stories or buy things?" Wu Ji saw the surprise of these personal soldiers and understood their feelings very well.

"Storytelling? Good storytelling!"

Before Wu Jian could answer, a personal soldier was busy expressing his opinions: "One year, a juggling artist came to Wujiazhuang and told us about the Three Kingdoms. I didn't even want to eat."

"Yes! Yes!"

Several personal soldiers were busy agreeing, looking at Wu Ji with a look of expectation.

Whether to buy things first or hear about the storytelling, it is the same. Anyway, Wu Ji understood their feelings and said, "Let's hear about the storytelling. Go to the East City and get the tiles in the north."

"Okay!"

The personal soldiers were very excited and their faces were flushed. For those of them who were born in peasants, storytelling was very fresh and attractive, and they all accelerated their pace.

Under the leadership of Wu Ji, the crowd quickly arrived at Dongshi. When they arrived at Dongshi, Wu Ji was a little stunned. There were many trunks and tiles here, rows of tiles. At first glance, they were not inferior to the entertainment venues in modern metropolis. Tian Wazi, Bei Wazi, Xi Wazi, Xiao Wazi... There are countless names.

"Oh my God!"

Wu Jian and the others were very shocked. When they looked at it, they saw that there were more crowds here than on the streets. Here, people were rubbing people, and they would get lost if they were not careful.

Wu Ji felt like he was in a modern large market.

"White Peony performs his skills!"

"Red Peacock Rap!"

"Gongsun Jianwu!"

One shout after another came, and many men with thick voices were yelling and soliciting guests in front of the vashe.

Wu Ji had a feeling that if it were in modern society, the loudspeaker with high decibels would not be able to keep ringing.

Wu Ji and his team worked hard to squeeze out sweat and came to Beilan Wazi. As soon as they arrived at Beilan Wazi, Wu Ji's heart couldn't help but jumped. There were many people in Dongcheng, and the most common place was Beilan Wazi. It was crowded with people, and it was difficult to turn around. It was even better than Nanjing Road Pedestrian Street.

"Oh my God!"

Wu Jian and the others exclaimed, staring straight at the two big men holding the door, like an iron tower, Kong Wu was powerful and had a thorny muscle, and he could tell at a glance that he was not a good person to mess with.

It was these two big men who stopped the crowd, otherwise they would have rushed in long ago.

"Huo San asked about the Three Kingdoms, and it was about to begin. Is there anyone else?" A middle-aged man came out of the tile, about thirty years old, shouting into the crowd.

"have!"

A roar sounded, deafening, as if thunder roared in his ears, and Wu Ji was shocked to make his ear drums buzz.

"This is too crazy!" Although Wu Ji saw the madness of modern fans, he was still a little surprised.

"There are many people today, and the price has been raised, and one person costs one penny." This middle-aged man is very good at doing business, has the nature of a profiteer, and he can extort without taking the opportunity.

"One penny is one? Why don't you rob it?" Someone immediately shouted in anger.

"I'm just robbing, what's wrong? Do you like to listen? If you don't listen, some people will listen." The middle-aged man raised his head and thrust his chest, frankly admitting that he was robbing.

"I have twenty people." Wu Ji took out a ingot of silver and threw it over.

The middle-aged man threw the silver in his hand, very satisfied, and changed into a kind smile: "This guest official, please! Please invite me quickly!" His body was arched to ninety degrees, his figure was extremely low, and he looked like he was flattering.

With money, Wu Ji sighed and said with emotion: "Find some better seats for me, make good tea, and serve you well."

"That's it, that's it!" The middle-aged man was busy leading the way: "Customer, please! Please!"

"It's so expensive!" Wu Jian and the others had not yet gotten rid of the mentality of farmers. Seeing Wu Ji spending money so much, they were so ruthless. They looked sore and were excited, so they hurriedly followed behind.

"We are working on tiles in the north. Not only are the books well written, but there are also many beautiful women." The middle-aged man hurriedly seized the opportunity to promote it: "We want to be enchanted in the tram, and we have to take it out, even if we want to redeem the girls."

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"Forget it!" Wu Ji knew that the tile houses in the railings had functions similar to those in the brothels, and he did not think it was offensive.

"If a person is not romantic, he is in vain. He is handsome and handsome, and he is a kind-hearted person. He is not romantic at this time. When he is old, he cannot become romantic. Wouldn't he regret it? He wouldn't he find two girls, sing songs, and taste wine?" This middle-aged man tried to persuade him without taking the opportunity.

Wu Ji waved his hand and looked closely. The storytelling tray was quite large, enough to accommodate hundreds of people, and the seats were full.

The middle-aged man took Wu Ji and the others to the private room, asked someone to send tea, and shook his head. It was a pity that a guest was so generous but did not squeeze out oil and water. After accusing him of the crime, he retreated.

Wu Ji sat down and smelled the fragrance of tea. The tea was very good. Eating tea and listening to the storytelling, it was really refreshing.

"Here you come!"

Just then, there was only a sound of cheers, and the listeners sat up straight, with excitement on their faces.

I saw a man in his thirties with a clear face, bright eyes, and a dressed in ordinary linen clothes, giving people a refreshing feeling and a bit more elegant.

This man is a famous storyteller from Beilan Wazi, Huo Sanwen.

He quickly walked up to the table in front, glanced at it briefly, and slapped the wooden blocks on the table, making a crisp "pop" sound, and said loudly: "That's right, Taoyuan Three Jewishes..."

A passage of Taoyuan San Rong, which is well known to future generations, was told to him, with ups and downs and downs, and was not inferior to modern storytellers.

Wu Ji was familiar with the Three Jewelry of Taoyuan, but when he heard it again, he still felt a little more fresh. However, Wu Jian and the others were fascinated by hearing it, and they all raised their ears and opened their eyes wide, fearing that a word would be missed. It was not until Huo Sanwen finished speaking that they woke up, with excitement on their faces, like drunken wine.

"Master Huo, let's have another time!"

The listeners were still unsatisfied and shouted in unison.

Huo Sanwen did not speak, but looked at the listener.

"Mr. Huo, after the Three Kingdoms, we will come to the legend. This is your rule." Some listeners immediately thought he was unwilling to say it and were busy reminding him.

"I'll just say something regrettable forever!"

Huo Sanwen picked up the teacup, took a sip, and finally agreed.

"Damn Liao Dog!"

"Incompetent official!"
Chapter completed!