Jinyi champion

Chapter 64
Yu San's work efficiency is very high.

The bookstore has already been erected, and the shed is quite sloppy. At present, only the storyteller's position inside and the area with tables, chairs and benches in the front row are covered with oilcloth paper, and the rest of the area is open to the air.

At this time, on a platform as tall as one person, the storyteller was happily telling "Shuo Yue Quan Zhuan", which told the story of Yue Fei's fight against gold in the Song Dynasty.

The reason why Zhu Hao gave this story to Yu San was because the story of Yue Fei’s fight against gold was widely circulated among the people, and there were endless legends about Yue Fei. Only when the common people knew about the historical figures and what happened would they come to listen. It is impossible to gather a lot of popularity in a short period of time by rushing to open a story that is earth-shattering but has no mass foundation.

This takes full advantage of people's psychology.

I know this story, I just want to hear how others tell it, and how it is different from what I know. In the process of listening, I can also tell my partner what I understand...

If you want to start a new storybook, you have to wait for the scene to become famous before telling it. Find time to test the waters and see which stories are more marketable in this era.

Both Zhu Hao and Jinghong were children, with flexible bodies, and easily got to the front.

When he was about to approach the podium, he was stopped by a porter under the age of twenty, pointing to the back: "Kids, don't come forward, you have to pay for listening to books."

Zhu Hao deliberately asked: "Isn't it free to listen to books?"

"Of course it doesn't cost money to listen in the back, but the good seats in the front, especially if there are seats, must be paid..." The porter stared at Zhu Hao.

Jinghong didn't want to cause trouble, so he gave Zhu Hao a hand: "Let's go."

Zhu Hao pointed to Yu San who was holding a broken gong in the front row, and the broken gong was full of copper plates, and said with a smile: "I'm looking for him... Yu San, I know him... Hey!"

Zhu Hao yelled, which immediately aroused the dissatisfaction of the surrounding audience.

After all, there is no good amplifying equipment in this era. This kind of bookstore with air leakage everywhere does not have the effect of an echo wall. The voice of the storyteller must be loud and "durable", and the voice cannot suddenly become hoarse while talking.

It turned out that the quiet scene heard a child shouting, and of course people would not show a good face.

Yu San looked over, and when he saw that it was Zhu Hao, he approached with a smile on his face.

"Going down, I don't have any eyesight... Brother Hao, look, this stall is so lively, there are at least a few hundred people listening to books, we have developed this time."

When Yu San came up, he showed off to Zhu Hao.

Zhu Hao waved his hand: "I'm not here to check the accounts today, you should do your work first, find a place for us to sit down, and then send some melon seeds and snacks..."

"Okay!"

Yu San hurriedly arranged.

Originally, the seats in the front row had long been taken up by those well-to-do listeners, so Yu San temporarily added two seats and arranged them in front of the stage.

Jinghong asked puzzledly: "Zhu Hao, do you know that person?"

Zhu Hao picked up a melon seed from the table in front of him, and said while nibbling: "Of course I know each other. From now on, we will come to listen to books for free. This place is good. It's close to the palace, just a few steps away. You can come and join in the fun every day. I don’t have to worry about nothing to do at night... well, there is still a lot of open space around here, I will set up a stage later, and find a troupe to sing..."

"Don't talk nonsense, if you ask someone to support a stage, they will support it?"

Jinghong only thinks that Zhu Hao is dreaming there.

Zhu Hao smiled, but did not explain to Jinghong for the time being, in fact, this bookstore is his own business, as a planner and the big boss behind the scenes, if he really makes money, of course he can add projects according to his plan.

However, the stage and the bookstore are too close to each other, and it is easy to interfere with each other. It may be necessary to find another place to install it.

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The storyteller is a middle-aged man in his thirties, his voice is not high-pitched, but every time he talks about some key points, it is called a tactful ups and downs, which is fascinating.

It's a pity that he is not very familiar with the notebook, so he often lowers his head to look at it, but the lights of the lanterns hanging on both sides of the table are too dim, and the characters written by Zhu Hao are not big, so he often has to stop to read them carefully.

This made Jinghong anxious.

There is no better entertainment experience for a child than to listen to the book back and hear something that fascinates him.

Zhu Hao saw Jinghong standing up and looking out, with an anxious expression on his face, thinking: "No, if this kid is addicted to this and doesn't want to make progress in his studies from now on, wouldn't I hurt him?"

Just as he was thinking, Yu San ran over again.

"Brother Hao, since the day before yesterday, the bookstore has officially started to give lectures, and more and more people come to listen to it, but many of them come for free... When do you think the whole audience will be charged?"

Yu San squatted aside, discussing business matters with Zhu Hao in a low voice.

Jinghong squinted at San, and wanted to ask Zhu Hao what kind of relationship he had with this person, but soon he became obsessed with the stories told by the storyteller, and no longer cared about anything that had nothing to do with storytelling.

Zhu Hao said: "Business is good, of course you have to collect money. Turn around and fence the venue, and you can buy a ticket when you enter the door... The best place in front raises the price to five yuan, and if you provide extra tea, it will be ten yuan, melon seeds, candied fruit and Dried fruit is calculated separately...the middle place sells three Wen, two Wen, and one Wen at the end...Two lectures during the day, one lecture at night, three times a day, and now you don’t have to worry about losing money. "

Yu San smiled and said: "It would be great to be able to earn money with Brother Hao, but there are not enough helpers, and I found two brothers to come over to maintain order, but they have a job during the day, and they are not paid now, so we can't do this for a long time ..."

"It is necessary to hire a helper, but it must be based on making money. Now I will help for free, and it will be a priority when asking for help in the future."

While speaking, the storyteller on the stage mentioned another wonderful place, and the audience applauded and applauded.

This is an important reason why the bookstore can quickly accumulate popularity. The audience can't help applauding in unison when they hear the wonderful parts, and booing when they hear the bad parts. After listening to a section, they can even question the previous plot aloud. , Ask about the next development of the story, and the location close to the stage has a natural advantage, and the ticket price should be more expensive.

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As the second watch drum sounded, the audience decreased significantly.

Zhu Hao stood up at the right time and dragged Jinghong away, he couldn't let this kid get addicted.

On the way back, Jinghong felt a little regretful: "I just listened to the general idea, there is no beginning and no end, it's so boring."

Zhu Hao took a look at him.

With your obsessive appearance just now, you look like a student who was obsessed with reading novels in school, how dare you call it boring?If it's interesting, I don't know what you will do!

"Go back to bed early, and don't come out if you feel bored. It doesn't cost you to listen to books, but it costs me a lot of money to go out of the palace."

Jinghong suddenly remembered the copper plate that Zhu Hao gave to the guard when he went out.

I wanted to speak up and take some money to share, but unfortunately the family did not prepare pocket money for him. This is also related to the Jing family's family education, and the children were not given too many opportunities to come into contact with copper stink.

There is food and drink in the palace, and I brought you snacks, why do you need to pay for it?Give you money, do you have a place to spend it?

The two returned to the west gate of the palace. Zhu Hao knocked on the door. After talking to the door, the guard surnamed Lian opened the door and teased, "Your mother's illness is cured? You're back so soon!"

Zhu Hao pretended to look sad: "I'm just going back to visit. I don't dare to delay any longer. After all, I still have class tomorrow... Let's go back and rest, so I won't bother you."

"let's go!"

Even the guard waved his hand in a disinterested manner.

According to the rules, you can't drink at night, so the night shift is quite boring, and you can't leave the post to gamble like those craftsmen. Even if you want to leave the post, you have to wait until the middle of the night when no one is patrolling, but by then no one will be there. The mind is playing.

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Back in the yard where they lived, the two simply cleaned up and lay down.

Neither fell asleep right away.

Zhu Hao didn't expect that the business he had inadvertently thought of was going so smoothly, and it attracted a large number of fans in a few days. Maybe it's because people in this era lack nightlife. In a small place like Anlu, no one has discovered this business opportunity. The whole city is hot.

Furthermore, there is indeed a market for the book written by Zhu Hao.

If you want the business of the bookstore to be good, there is nothing else, but the story can attract people.

"Zhu Hao, how did you meet the man in the bookstore? Is he the shopkeeper?" Jing Hong broke the silence and asked.

Zhu Hao said: "It's good if you have free books to listen to, don't ask too much... Is that place nice today? If someone else went there, it would cost a few pennies to listen to a book there... But we should focus on our studies , you can’t think about playing every day, it’s good to listen to it once in a while.”

Jinghong turned his head to look at Zhu Hao, a little dissatisfied: "If you don't listen to it continuously, won't you miss the story?"

"You still want to hear the whole story? Wouldn't it be better for you to buy the book and come back later?" Zhu Hao said angrily, "We came to the palace to study. You and I are still young, and it is time to learn knowledge. Your family knows that you sneak out of the palace to listen to books at night..."

Jinghong originally imagined that he could continue the story by sneaking out to listen to the book in the future, but when he heard Zhu Hao's words, he couldn't help but shudder.

It was known by his family that he left the palace at night...

When the family law is serving, the stick can break several sticks!

"Okay, sleep, don't talk anymore!"

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Silent all night.

When the two got up early in the morning, Jinghong was still struggling with the story he heard last night. The official storytelling is more moving than the half-hearted story told by Zhu Hao.

"Zhu Hao, did you hear clearly what General Yue said last night?"

"and also……"

Zhu Hao ignored Jing Hong.

This kid is obsessed with storytelling, I can't let you indulge in it, no matter how you say it, you can be regarded as half of my student.

When Lu Bing came, the three of them were about to go to the school yard, when Lu Song came over and called Zhu Hao aside alone.

"Lu Dianzhan, what's the matter?"

Zhu Hao probably thought that it had something to do with his going out of the palace last night.

Lu Song's face was gloomy: "Last night...you left the palace, what did you do?"

Zhu Haodao: "I just took the son of the magistrate of the capital to go out to listen to books. There is a bookstore on West Street, and there are many people who listen to books at night. Doesn't Lu Dianzhan know?"

"Listening to books?"

Lu Dianzhan obviously didn't believe Zhu Hao's words.

Zhu Hao curled his lips and said, "Otherwise, why should I go? What information did I find in the palace, can I tell it when I go home every Friday? Besides, I haven't even seen the face of the prince. Where did the information come from?" Say? It's Lu Dian who fights against you..."

Lu Song's expression suddenly became serious.

Zhu Hao was actually hinting at him, you know a lot more about the inside story of the palace than I do, and you didn't tell the outside world, where can I tell?
"By the way, Lu Dianzhan, let's go to listen to books together when we have time. If you don't believe me, you can send someone to follow me secretly. I have never thought of going into the inner courtyard of the palace to inquire about news. I told you that my purpose is to Staying in the palace to study will make a difference in the future, I will not ruin my future just to investigate information for my family."

Having said that, Zhu Hao turned around and walked towards Jinghong and Lu Bing, saying, "I think your purpose is the same."

(End of this chapter)