The weather in May is always changing, rainstorms come unexpectedly, dark clouds cover the sky, rain falls lightly, and lightning flashes from time to time, making the gray world suddenly bright.
Rumble~
The piercing thunder pierced the sky, adding a bit of deterrence to the heavy rain. There were many pedestrians taking shelter from the heavy rain on many shops along the street. Whenever the thunder suddenly sounded, discussions would follow.
After drinking, go to the backyard.
"I don't have to be so formal, please sit down."
Chu Ling held a cup of tea, stretched out her hand towards the reserved old man and said, "I don't have many rules here. Sit down wherever you want. Come and drink some tea."
"Thank you, Mr. Chu."
The old man hurriedly reached out to take it and smiled at Chu Ling. Compared with when he went out to tell stories after drinking, the old man no longer had the confidence and was just nervous.
"These days, I go out to tell stories after drinking. Can I take care of food and clothing for what I get?" Chu Ling lifted her robe and sat next to the old man, extending her hand to signal to the old man.
"It's barely enough to eat."
The old man sat down nervously, with a worried look on his brows, "If one person is full, the whole family will not be hungry. Mr. Chu, if you give me some more time, I will pay the money to the counter."
Chu Ling smiled and shook his head, knowing that the old man would be wrong.
There are many storytellers in Feng Dynasty among the people. Different from other professions, this profession relies entirely on talking. If the content of the story attracts people, a large number of listeners can be gathered. If the story makes the listeners happy, they can get something.
If the rewards are not good enough, it will be difficult to open the business.
In fact, many storytellers stay in one place for a while, finish telling the story they know, and then go to other places to continue.
It seems that in some areas with a lot of traffic, storytellers who want to tell stories here need to pay some money so that they can attract more people.
The old man who was telling stories outside after drinking was named Zhao Shanhe. He had been telling stories all his life. He traveled around for decades and visited many places. He also married a wife when he was young. However, his fate did not change because of Zhao Shanhe's diligence.
Zhao Shanhe was not favored at all, but his wife died of an illness in her prime, leaving no one and a half women behind, which also devastated Zhao Shanhe.
"I misunderstood."
Chu Ling looked at Zhao Shanhe, smiled slightly and said: "I invited my father-in-law to come over today just because I want to talk to you. Are you willing to go storytelling after drinking?"
"Master Chu wants to hire an old man?"
Zhao Shanhe looked stunned and his hands trembled slightly.
"Yes."
Chu Ling nodded and said: "There are many drinkers who come to the bar every day, and there are many people waiting in line. In order to take care of these waiting drinkers, I am thinking of setting up a storyteller position outside the bar in the future.
, it’s not like we’re asking them to wait in vain, I wonder if I’m willing?”
"I thank Mr. Chu."
Zhao Shanhe's eyes were slightly red, and he quickly put the tea cup on the table. After saying that, he stood up and knelt down to Chu Ling. Zhao Shanhe knew in his heart that Chu Ling was taking care of him.
"You can't do it. If I do this, the younger generation will lose his life."
Chu Ling hurriedly stepped forward to help Zhao Shanhe, "If I'm willing, I'll give you 5 taels of silver a month for lunch and dinner. What do you think?"
"More, more."
Zhao Shanhe waved his hands repeatedly and said, "Just give me 3 taels of silver."
"This month's money will not be given in vain."
Chu Ling smiled and said: "The books I will write about from now on will be books compiled by me."
Um?
Zhao Shanhe showed some doubts, a book compiled by himself?
Under Zhao Shanhe's doubts, Chu Ling walked towards the desk, picked up a manuscript, turned around and walked towards Zhao Shanhe.
"I can take a look first."
Chu Ling handed over the manuscript and said.
"well."
Zhao Shanhe reached out to take it and started to read it.
Chu Ling lifted her robe and sat down, waiting quietly.
In fact, in Chu Ling's eyes, the folk storytelling industry in Feng Dynasty has only developed in a mediocre way. Many of the stories are very clichéd and lose their appeal after hearing too many stories.
Storytelling can attract people if it is done well, so Chu Ling thought about it and wanted to combine storytelling with selling wine.
Whether it's the current wine shop or the branch that will be opened in the future, Chu Ling plans to add storytellers to attract a large number of people.
Like many masterpieces handed down from later generations, they can be spread among the people in the form of storytelling.
"Mr. Chu, what is the name of this manuscript?"
I don’t know how long it took, Zhao Shanhe was so excited that he opened his eyes wide and looked at Chu Ling and said: "I have traveled all over the country in these years, but I have never seen a manuscript like this. Really..."
When it came to the excitement, Zhao Shanhe was speechless for a moment.
"Romance of the Sui and Tang Dynasties."
Chu Ling smiled lightly and said, "It's good if you can get into my husband's eyes."
"Romance of the Sui and Tang Dynasties."
Zhao Shanhe muttered to himself.
The ethics of the Feng Dynasty were relatively relaxed and there were not many restrictions on the people. Like popular novels such as Romance of the Sui and Tang Dynasties, Chu Ling knew that it would not cause trouble.
Chu Ling still has an unforgettable memory of what Shan Tianfang said about the romance of the Sui and Tang Dynasties.
"Mr. Chu, do you plan to sell this manuscript in a bookstore?" Zhao Shanhe took the manuscript, looked at Chu Ling and said, "If it is printed as a book, it will definitely sell a lot."
"I don't plan to do that right now."
Chu Ling waved her hand and said: "After the entire book is written, I will go to the bookstore to discuss the matter."
There is no copyright in Feng Chao. Like many private books, they are printed and sold privately. Even if the originals are sold in bookstores, the price will not be too high.
Chu Ling planned to start building a family bookstore when he had free time in the future, so that the books he transcribed could show maximum value.
"Mr. Chu, you must be the Wenqu star in the sky."
Zhao Shanhe sighed and said: "Not only can you write good poems, but you can also write such good manuscripts. Talents like you are really rare to find."
"There is no need to say these words."
Chu Ling smiled and waved her hands and said: "Old man, then you should read more about these manuscripts and try to figure them out first. When this "Romance of the Sui and Tang Dynasties" is finished, I will provide you with something else."
"Hey, hey."
Zhao Shanhe nodded hurriedly and said: "Mr. Chu, I won't waste your time anymore. I'll find a place first to read these manuscripts carefully."
"good."
Chu Ling nodded.
The heavy rainstorm that had fallen earlier stopped in the blink of an eye. The rising sun dispersed the dark clouds, the sky was blue, and the breeze brought a bit of coolness.
Chu Ling stood up and sent Zhao Shanhe out. He looked at the blue sky with a faint smile on his face. He liked the current state very much. There was no need to be nervous about anything, just do it slowly.
"When we finish the business of drinking, we will open the bookstore." Looking at Zhao Shanhe's leaving figure, Chu Ling made up his mind, "Feng Chao's entertainment field is an unexplored virgin land, but it needs to be found."
He is a reliable writer, but it is too tiring to write it all by himself.'
Thinking of this, Chu Ling looked at the kitchen and saw Xiang Ruonan wearing an apron and walking out with a wooden basin. There was a slight sweat on his forehead. He put the wooden basin down. Xiang Ruonan stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat and looked at the clean things in front of him.