Tang Ji's words made everyone around the counter sigh. Some servants in common clothes checked again and again, then walked out of the building with their heads hanging down, already prepared to be blamed by their master.
Many students who were standing by the bookshelf reading turned their attention to "Journey to the West" on the direct sales counter. They actually wanted to see how good this novel was, but they were short of money. After shaking their heads, they continued to read it.
imperial examination books.
Tang Ji stayed downstairs for a while and felt relieved when he saw that Yao Jin managed the bookstore in an orderly manner.
After some investigations some time ago, he discovered that the wealthy ladies and brothel courtesans in Yunhuai City were also an indispensable consumer force. He planned to open a female channel and write some stories about love.
Thinking of this, Tang Ji walked upstairs.
Li Yu noticed his movements and asked quickly: "Tang Ji, why are you going?"
"Write "A Dream of Red Mansions."" A casual voice came from the stairs.
Red Mansion!
Li Yu raised his brows slightly and stared as wide as copper bells. He had just finished listening to "Water Margin" a few days ago. Because Tang Ji was troubled by trivial matters, he never told himself the story of Red Mansions. Now he wants to write it directly into a book, so he
Of course, he had to be the first reader. He lightly lifted his robe and quickly chased after me: "Wait for me, by the way, I have something else to tell you. You can make up anything about "Journey to the West": Wu Chengen, the author of The Red Mansion
Let me be the one, hey, please slow down..."
At the same time, in a certain hook in the city.
An old man in a white robe was standing on the stage, with a full expression and saliva sputtering. He told dirty jokes about Zhu Bajie's "fight" against the rabbit spirit, which caused everyone in the hall to laugh evilly. Some people even retracted their hands on the table and started doing it.
Some kind of high-speed movement.
This story has been circulating in the city for some time, and the guests are already familiar with it, but every time I hear it from the storyteller, I always imagine some inappropriate scenes for children, which makes this twisted story popular to this day.
Just when Zhu Bajie was about to create a pig spirit, a sudden roar of anger came from the crowd: "What nonsense, such a beautiful novel "Journey to the West" has been changed into this by you!"
Seeing that the story was stopped at the exciting point, everyone cast unkind glances and stared at the young man in white sitting in the center.
"Boy, are you sick?"
"That's right, if you don't listen, get out of here and don't disturb our fun."
"Really, I can't even listen to a book these days. It's hard for me to find time."
"..."
The young man in white clothes refused to give up. He took out the first volume of "Journey to the West" he bought yesterday from his chest, raised his hand high and shouted: "This is the true story of Tang Monk and his disciples' journey to the West. Everything he told is false.
!”
At this time, the shopkeeper standing at the counter reacted, but at the same time he also recognized that the young man in white was the young man of the Huang family, a wealthy silk merchant in the city, so he had no choice but to turn a blind eye and stand aside to mediate the emotions of the guests.
It took a long time for the anxious crowd to calm down. A man with a satisfied look on his face took his hand back from under the table, wiped it with a handkerchief silently, and then shouted: "Since you said this story is false, then you
Let’s tell the real story!”
As soon as this statement came out, the others followed suit: "Yes, tell me!"
Huang Qingxian hummed. He had memorized all the stories in the book last night. He picked up the tea cup and took a sip. After clearing his throat, he said: "Legend has it that a long time ago, the world was divided into...
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"... When the great immortal heard this, he sneered, walked out of the palace, and grabbed him. After all, he didn't know what to say or how to escape. Let's listen to the explanation next time." After a long time, Huang Qingxian wrote the first volume of the book.
After finishing the last story "Sun Xingzhe made a big fuss in Wuzhuang Temple", he breathed out a sigh of relief and sat down again.
But the interested guests present were aroused and started shouting.
"Don't break it down next time. Why are you like that smelly old man? Do you want money? I'll give it to you. Keep talking!"
"I didn't expect that Tang Monk would also take in Monk Sha. These days, I just listen to the old man saying that Monkey Sun 'battled' Spider Spirit and Zhu Bajie to conquer Rabbit Spirit!"
"It's indeed more interesting than that old man's dirty jokes. Don't stop, keep talking!"
"..."
Listening to the urging sounds coming from all around, Huang Qingxian felt a little embarrassed, scratched the back of his head and said: "No... we won't know the rest of the story until Ji Ran Bookshop takes out the next volume of the book."
Having said this, he couldn't help but cast his eyes outside the door, asking that dead Huang Lu to buy books, but he still hasn't come back. He is also curious about what happened next.
At this moment, a man wearing light gray cloth quickly squeezed into the crowd, walked up to Huang Qingxian, and reminded: "Master, Ji Ran Bookstore said that the next volume of the book will be sold in three days."
"Ah? You have to wait so long?" Huang Qingxian lowered his head slightly disappointedly. Seeing that there was no fun here anymore, he decided to go home and read the contents of the book again. He stood up and walked out of the building without stopping.
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Looking at his leaving figure, a man raised his hand and punched the air, and cursed angrily: "Damn it, what's going on? I don't care about storytellers, I'm tired of hearing your dirty jokes, come back next time,
You need to continue the story that boy just told!"
Hearing this, everyone's eyes unanimously focused on the storyteller.
The old man was so frightened that he broke into sweat and nodded quickly in agreement.
Fortunately, he had just heard the conversation between Huang Qingxian and the servant, so he could go to Ji Ran Bookstore to inquire about it later.
...
In the afternoon, in a certain alley in Dongcheng.
An old beggar in tattered linen clothes bared his big yellow teeth and looked at the children in front of him with a smile. The expression on his face changed quickly: "Then Sun Wukong has great abilities, seventy-two transformations, and the Ruyi Golden Cudgel."
, a somersault is a thousand miles away..."
Several children were attracted by his story, and the pictures in their minds gradually unfolded.
But not long after, the old beggar suddenly stopped when he reached the climax. Looking at the anxious expressions of the little kids, he chuckled and said: "Children, grandpa hasn't eaten for three days. Please give me a few coins."
How about buying something to eat? Only when I’m full can I have the strength to continue talking!”
Seeing this, the children felt pity and took out the few coins given by the adults. One of them, a fat little boy with a round face, lowered his head and looked at the ten coins held in his chubby hands and wanted to keep them.
He was buying some candied haws, and he took out two of them and handed them to the old beggar.
Unexpectedly, the old beggar became greedy and wanted to put his hand into the fat boy's pocket: "Be an honest child and give whatever you have to grandpa..."
But before he finished speaking, his hand was pinched by a strong man. Seeing that the other man was grabbing his son's coins, the strong man picked up the old beggar and threw him to the corner of the street. Then he beat and kicked him: "Damn it."
, you dare to lie to my son, you will die!"
After a long time, the old beggar was lying on the ground with stars in his eyes.
The stout man snorted coldly, turned around and held the fat boy's hand: "Son, don't believe the words of these liars in the future!"
"Oh!" The fat boy let the man lead him and said curiously: "Dad, do you know the story of Sun Wukong?"
"Oh, what a coincidence. Dad just listened to "Journey to the West" in the hook bar. Let's go buy candied haws first and tell you about it later!" The stout man lifted the fat boy above his head and carried it on his back.
"Hahaha, thank you dad!"
The remaining children were a little envious and quickly dispersed, wanting to go home and ask their parents about the story of Sun Wukong.
Since then, the story of "Journey to the West" has spread rapidly, and a "Journey to the West fever" has also set off in Yunhuai City. Everyone from the elderly to children are discussing it.