Chapter 202 The Road Encountered the Storytelling Office
The ancient road is long and the west wind is sluggish. Looking back at the house that is gradually going away, Bai Song left the small town with his carriage.
"Brother, why don't you bring your sister-in-law with you?" Bai Rou asked tirelessly in the car behind.
"Now is not the time."
Bai Rou didn't know what her brother meant, so she sat back in the carriage angrily.
Since Brother Bai went to the Lin Mansion, Sangsang became quiet. She knew that Brother Bai had something on his mind, and maybe he was treated coldly in that small courtyard.
But she couldn't say anything about this matter, and she couldn't say anything at all.
After traveling eighty miles a day, the county seat of Jixian County can be seen in the distance, but it is getting late and the city gate is closed, so we can only enter the city until tomorrow.
The last time he came to Jixian, there was a tea stall opposite the tea stall. Bai Song sent the coachman and took the two girls to spend the night in the post house.
After arriving in Ji County, there were more pedestrians and fewer vendors than before, but Biman County was still lively.
Even though it was outside the city and it was already dark, both the wine table in the post house and the tea stall opposite were still crowded.
It wasn't a coincidence that Bai and Song came here, otherwise they wouldn't even be able to stay in the last guest room.
There are two beds in the guest room. The two girls are squeezed together, but there is no need for Bai Song to sleep on the floor.
Sang Sang went downstairs to watch the food and wine being served, while Bai Rou carefully cleaned the dust on the bed, not leaving out any dirt.
Bai Song was sitting at the window, looking at the tea stall opposite in a daze.
There were a lot of people at the tea stall opposite. As night fell, lanterns were hung outside the tea stall, and candles were lit on the tea tables inside. The tea drinkers around them didn't show any intention of leaving. They all gathered around and concentrated on guarding a person inside the tea stall.
Mr. Storyteller.
The storyteller was all gray and old, but he was very confident and worked very hard in his storytelling.
Not long after, a burst of applause came from outside.
At first, Bai Song didn't care, but after staying in the guest room for a long time, he felt that the enthusiasm of the tea guests below was getting stronger and louder.
After a while, Bai Song became more curious and waited at the window for a while. He could intermittently listen to a few words from the storyteller, which seemed to be related to the Three Kingdoms.
Bai Song became more and more curious, thinking that "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" was published in the late Yuan Dynasty. Could it have been circulated during the Zhenguan period?
At this small tea stall outside the city, there were no less than thirty or forty businessmen coming and going. In just a quarter of an hour, the storyteller walked around and collected hundreds of copper coins one by one.
I didn’t expect that the most humble thing about giving lectures could be a great career.
Bai Song was thinking about making a living. It was not that he had never thought about writing a book. He just felt that writing a book was not a long-term business, and it was a poorly written routine in the time-travel novels of the previous life. It was a bit boring to imitate what his predecessors had done.
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But today, I saw that the ancients were more enthusiastic about storytelling than Bai Song had expected. At this time, my heart moved, and I wanted to go and listen to it up close. No matter whether it was good or bad, I wanted to understand it first before talking about it.
After thinking about it, Bai Song got up and went out, and bumped into Sang Sang who was supervising the waiter's delivery of food.
"Brother Bai, the food has been delivered, where are you going?"
"You guys eat first, I'll go down and walk around."
"Brother Bai..."
Bai Song waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to worry about him, and then left the guest room.
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When we arrived at a small tea stall, we finally squeezed through the crowd and found an empty seat. We greeted the boss and asked for a cup of tea.
Thirty or forty people around listened with great interest. They were completely unaware of the guests coming and going. Only the storyteller came over. Bai Song gave the person three more copper coins as payment for listening to the book.
Bai Song was sitting close by and only then did he understand that the storyteller was telling an excerpt about Mr. Guan Erye riding a thousand miles alone.
Speaking of Mr. Guan, all the tea guests here are Mr. Guan’s little fans.
"The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" has not yet been published, but Guan Erye has already been passed down as a myth during the Zhenguan period.
Recalling the first time I met Li Jing, the great general wanted to imitate Guan Erye by scraping bones and treating poison. Although he almost lost his life, it shows his popularity among the people.
The storyteller told one of Guan Erye's most famous stories, and the guests were naturally interested.
Especially when they heard that Guan Erye had passed five levels and killed six generals, and his head fell to the ground with a click, the tea guests were all excited, and their cheers were so loud that their eardrums hurt.
But this story can only attract ordinary people who have never read the Three Kingdoms. The storyteller's story is completely tasteless to the ears of the Bai Song Dynasty.
There are no details, no logic, the whole story is about random killings, the guards along the road don't even have names, and there are many places that are filled with jealousy. There are actually many stories about the two sisters-in-law in the middle, which makes people confused.
The storyteller probably heard the fragments from somewhere, added his own imagination, and pieced together the story.
I didn't expect that even this patchwork of pieces would be so popular.
During the Zhenguan period, the quality of people's cultural and entertainment life was so low?
Just as he was thinking about it, the storyteller's voice stopped and everyone was stunned for a moment and looked at each other.
The old gentleman squinted his eyes with a cunning look on his face, raised his hands and said to everyone: "I know what will happen next, and I will explain it next time."
"What? Isn't this the end of the story?"
"It's getting late today, and I have to go back to rest."
"Old sir, we have just arrived at the most critical moment, why don't you finish talking before leaving?"
"No, no, we'll talk about it tomorrow."
"Oh, when is tomorrow?"
"After noon tomorrow, we'll see you at Shangyuan Restaurant in Jixian County."
As soon as the old gentleman said his words, he squeezed out of the crowd and left.
Ouch! Feelings are like those who come out of town to solicit customers.
The shopkeeper of Shangyuan Restaurant is really an expert at using storytelling to attract customers.
Before the group of tea drinkers could react, the storyteller had disappeared.
Guys, you look at me and I look at you. The crowd groaned again and again, saying that they were going to Shangyuan Restaurant tomorrow.
Bai Song wrote down the name of Shangyuan Restaurant and planned to take a look at it tomorrow.
Then when I saw that the crowd had dispersed, I returned to the post house.
Returning to the inn, I had a quick meal and then fell asleep. I got up again in the middle of the night with Ben Sanguo in my hand.
Bai Song now thinks very clearly that one has to be more practical in life. There is no need to worry about whether this is a trick that has been played by previous generations. It is a good way to make money.
However, it is difficult to explain that a complete set of Three Kingdoms appeared out of thin air. I thought it would be more reasonable to copy it several times a day and gradually complete the book.
With a plan in mind, Bai Song took advantage of the darkness to start writing.
I don't know how long it took, but Sang Sang's voice suddenly came from behind: "Brother Bai, what are you doing?"
Bai Song was startled and hurriedly put away the book, leaving only the paper on the table.
Sangsang looked at it curiously, a little curious.
Bai Song composed himself and whispered: "I'm writing a book."
"Writing a book?" Sangsang became even more curious, "It's a romance novel that's been circulated among the people? Can you show it to Sangsang?"
"Let's look at it later. I just want to try it and see if I can make money by pointing it."
Sang Sang didn't care, thinking that Brother Bai wrote romantic words specifically to Miss Lin to make her happy. After all, all the ladies liked to read it.