Elaborate on the world of mortals

Chapter 148 A Show of Skill

Of course, there is no rush to tell a story. Hui Mian has been doing his duty in the mountains during this time, and later he rode gourds all over the mountains to collect morning dew, so he has to reward it anyway.

Chengtian Mansion is the richest place in the world, and all kinds of people and things can be seen here. Naturally, there is no shortage of delicious food from all over the world, but the prices of some famous ones are naturally not cheap.

Yi Shuyuan has some silver on him now, although he didn't get it from Master Mo, but he also saved a lot of money during his storytelling in Mingzhou.

This money is definitely not enough to spend lavishly in the capital, but it is more than enough to spend a few times extravagantly.

It's just that after three days, the extravagance is a bit too much.

This morning, Yi Shuyuan was walking on a street, and the ashes on his shoulders whispered in his ear.

"Sir, I ordered too many dishes yesterday. If things go on like this, our money won't last long."

"With the ability to make money, are you afraid of going hungry?"

Yi Shuyuan replied with a smile, not worried at all, just walking slowly in the city.

There are more people of all kinds in the capital than a ox hair, and the changes in the temperament of many people are also a landscape in Yi Shuyuan's eyes.

For example, when two people are arguing, you can see at a glance who is strong on the outside and who is extremely angry by looking at the changes in their heads.

Yi Shuyuan has achieved something in the immortal way now. Walking in the world of mortals is like a fish swimming in the water. All breaths pass by his side like running water, which also contains some attention.

Even so, Yi Shuyuan has a calm demeanor and long gray hair. Although many people will ignore him inexplicably, once they pay attention to him for some reason, they will subconsciously pay attention to him, even if they pass by, they will look back frequently.

And for these people, Yi Shuyuan will also look for his eyes, some are outstanding, some are obscure, some are cloudy, and some are clear.
When Yi Shuyuan was walking and looking at the pharmacy on one side, the shouting on the street attracted his attention.

"Hey, ladies and gentlemen, if you're not in a hurry, why don't you drink tea inside? This shop is newly opened, and every visitor will be given a bunch of melon seeds!"

"Guest officers, why don't you quench your thirst with a pot of tea?"

Diagonally opposite and not far away is a newly opened small teahouse.

It is two stories high and occupies an area of ​​only twenty or thirty feet square. Although it is not that kind of large pavilion, a waiter is yelling very vigorously outside the teahouse.

Yi Shuyuan looked up and saw the plaque of the teahouse.

"Mu Xin Tea House"

Yi Shuyuan muttered a sentence in a low voice, thinking that this was it, he changed his pace and walked towards the teahouse diagonally opposite.

In a place like the capital, it is not easy to open a shop. The season is not good, and the tea house is newly opened, so there are not many visitors in the building.

Therefore, every guest is warmly received when they come to the door, and Yi Shuyuan is no exception.

Seeing the man in Yi Shuyuan's attire approaching, he noticed that his buddy stepped forward almost immediately when the other party stopped.

"Guest officer, please, good tea to moisten your throat, shopkeeper, a distinguished guest—"

The voice is loud and clear but it won't make Yi Shuyuan who is nearby feel harsh. This voice is probably specially practiced, so he can't help but praise his professionalism in his heart.

And when they arrived at the teahouse, other waiters immediately took over the task of serving them.

A guy with a rag on his shoulder greeted him, and the shopkeeper also smiled.

"Guest officer, what kind of tea do you want? This shop has the best Mingzhou Wuqing!"

Yi Shuyuan glanced at the tables and stools in the building. Although the tea was fragrant, there were few drinkers. He was not in a hurry to ask for tea, but asked the people in front of the stage with a smile.

"Shopkeeper, I smell the fragrance of tea in the store, but there are not many customers inside, but the tea is too expensive?"

"Hey, what are you talking about, guest officer, this store has only been open for a few days, and there are not many regular customers yet, and the weather is not good, this business still has to be done slowly, but the tea in this store is excellent and cheap, there is absolutely no deception! "

The shopkeeper pointed to the listing above the counter, speaking with confidence.

The person in front of him is extraordinary, and his gray hair adds to the vicissitudes of life. He must be a well-educated person. He doesn't talk about money in front of this person, and the price is clearly marked on the sign above.

Yi Shuyuan looked up and saw that except for Wuqing in Mingzhou, which cost two hundred Wen a pot, all other teas cost only [-] to [-] Wen.

Adding water is not counted, but adding tea is another, and there is a special sign saying "a dish of melon seeds is included".

This price is considered very reasonable in Beijing.

Yi Shuyuan nodded and asked without changing his smile.

"Shopkeeper, I'm ashamed in my pocket, but I also want to taste this famous Wuqing tea."

The shopkeeper was slightly displeased when he heard this, but it didn't show on his face.

The other party's demeanor and demeanor are here, and he is not a rude person, so he is not in a hurry to speak, and then listens to the other party's next words.

"If the shopkeeper is willing to make it convenient, I will never drink your tea in vain."

Saying that, Yi Shuyuan glanced around again.

"Well, I will help you fill up the guests in this teahouse."

While speaking, Yi Shuyuan took out an object from his sleeve and put it on the counter. It was a black and delicate ruler. Then he took out a handkerchief and put it on the ruler, and patted it with the folding fan in his hand.

And following Yi Shuyuan's actions, the shopkeeper's eyes lit up.

It is sometimes difficult to tell whether there are people with skills, because there are those who are real people who don't show their faces, but sometimes it is easy to tell. With Yi Shuyuan's self-confidence and calmness, this storyteller must have good skills.

"Sir, can you talk about "The Fall of the River God"? Recently, everyone in the city loves to listen to it!"

River god falling?
Yi Shuyuan nodded.

"It's exactly what I want! Why don't you give the shopkeeper a try?"
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In the back kitchen of the tea house, an appropriate amount of Wuqing new tea is carefully placed in an exquisite white porcelain teapot, and boiling water is poured into it.

As the hot mist rises, after a while, the unique tea fragrance has been released.

Tsing Yi sat down, with folding fans placed on both sides.

When a guy came happily carrying a teapot, another guy excitedly ran to the street outside the teahouse, shouting loudly:
"Storytelling—"

"Muxin Tea House, storytelling—the never-heard "River God Falls"—"

The power of these two or three yells is far better than the half-day solicitation by the shop assistants before.

Although the guests didn't rush in immediately, it was obvious that many people were already walking this way when they heard the shouts. In just a moment, the teahouse became lively.

As soon as many customers enter the door, they can see a man in front of a square table on the side of the stairs inside the lobby. He is in a green shirt and black cloak, and a folding fan and a ruler are placed in front of the table.

The man sat there calmly, sipping tea, he must have been a storyteller.

Some common people in the capital have seen the world, how good a storyteller is, sometimes you can feel it at first glance, this one must have unique skills!
"Take a seat closer." "Here is a pot of tea and a plate of melon seeds!"

"Okay, I'll be there soon."

"Hey shopkeeper, when will the lecture start, sir?"

"Is the "River God Falling" we talked about today new?"

"It must be new!" "Don't lie!"

Yi Shuyuan pushed aside the tea leaves with the lid of the tea cup, blew on the tea, and then took a small sip.

It is hot, but the tea fragrance is thick and strong, as if even the tea mist is full of fragrance.

As for storytelling, the sense of atmosphere still needs to be brought up, and Yi Shuyuan quite likes this feeling.

At this moment, the shopkeeper, who had already had a taste of the storyteller's ability, was full of confidence at this moment, and personally brought a plate and placed it on Yi Shuyuan's table.

Yi Shuyuan glanced at it, and there was half of the tangerine peel and two pieces of persimmons in the plate.

"Sir, look, there are many people waiting!"

Yi Shuyuan naturally heard the surrounding voices, he put down the teacup, looked up and looked around.

The scene in the teahouse is in stark contrast to the emptiness before. Although it is not full of seats, it is definitely quite lively.

And just as Yi Shuyuan couldn't help thinking of the last official storytelling, the Qingyuan Tea House in Mingzhou, let alone the building, even the Qingyuan Street was crowded.

Yi Shuyuan glanced inside and outside the teahouse, nodded slightly, took the fan with his right hand and grasped the ruler with his left hand.

The foot ruler was lifted up slowly, and then fell down quickly amidst the hustle and bustle.

"Crack~"

The crisp sound produced by the stroke ruler hitting the table seems to have a magical power. No matter whether everyone is paying attention to the storyteller or not, in an instant, the teahouse becomes quiet.

"Thanks to Muxin Teahouse's shopkeeper, I am here to tell you a story. Today, I will tell a fresh story. Don't rush to ask, everyone, listen to me carefully."

With a sound of "stab", the folding fan unfolded in the storyteller's hands.

With a light flick of the folding fan, the fragrance of Wuqing famous tea seems to be fanned to all directions.

Yi Shuyuan's voice became deep and resonant. He didn't rush to talk about the temple destroying the river god and committing crimes like an ordinary storyteller, but looked at history from the perspective.

"In the previous dynasty, there was Liu Gong who was good at water conservancy. The emperor of the previous dynasty ordered him to map and survey waterways. He wanted to mobilize the power of all the people in the court and the people to build a large river that runs through the north and the south. This water area that will benefit thousands of years is the Kaiyang Grand Canal today. And in the nearby waters, there is a big catfish that has practiced for a long time."

The storyteller's voice was not in a hurry, gradually drawing the listener's mind into the story.

"Liu Shidao has great merit. The catfish spirit contributed to digging the canal, so he kept his promise and built a temple for him. This is the beginning of the Kaiyang River God."

There is a reason why catfish can become a water god, and Yi Shuyuan included this period of history.

This is not something that Yi Shuyuan knows alone, in fact, it exists in the wild history.

Naturally, it is impossible to build a temple as simple as setting up a righteous god, but since the opening of the Yang Canal was newly opened, Nian Chaosheng had an advantage, and Liu Shidao built a temple, so it was naturally impossible for the imperial court to list it as a temple for obscenity.

This touch of mythology from the previous dynasty, coupled with Yi Shuyuan's deep and low-key narration, not only did not make the audience feel impatient, but on the contrary made it more immersive.

"It's a pity that everything is afraid of losing the original intention. Even if it is the god of a river, it is the same. What I want to talk about today is a section. Sacrificial to the river god!"

"In the middle reaches of the Kaiyang River Basin, there is a deep belief in the river god. Not to mention whether the waters are stable and the fish products are rich, even whether the weather on the bank is smooth or not is also attributed to the power of the river god.

The superstition is so deep that it is difficult to describe it, and there was even a witch who deceived the crowd with false rumors, and even made people a sacrifice."

So far, Yi Shuyuan still narrates history in the same tone.

But at the next moment, even when many audiences were a little caught off guard, Yi Shuyuan's folding fan had already covered his face, and his voice suddenly changed, suddenly becoming the voice of a little girl.

"Mother, woo woo woo, mother, I don't want woo, father, father, I don't want to sacrifice to the river god, woo."

The little girl was crying, her voice full of panic and despair.

All the audience in the teahouse suddenly had goosebumps, everyone looked around subconsciously, and almost instantly realized that they looked at the storyteller.

"Ho, woo woo, ho, mother doesn't want to, mother doesn't want to either"

The crying sound became that of an adult woman and child again, the voice was full of reluctance and sorrow, occasionally mixed with a man's sigh.

The audience seemed to not only hear it, but even follow the sound into the story, as if they were looking for the sound in their minds and imagining the picture, gradually entering it was like seeing the sad scene.

Everyone may have imagined a different appearance of the little girl, or someone close to them, or even their own children.

"Boom~" "Squeak"

Everyone knew that the door had been kicked open and the sound of wooden pivots turning could still be heard.

"The Zhang family, are you ready—"

A rough voice sounded from outside the door, and the sound of wind and rain was also howling outside the house.
"No, no, no one can take my daughter away!"

The man picked up something while jingling, and there was a sound of wind when he waved it, and some minions screamed and avoided.

"Ah Ping, are you crazy? This is something that has already been decided. When it's your turn, you'll be like this. Why haven't you rushed out before?"

"Ping, you... catch him!"

"Go, go - run -" "Ah - bite me!"

"What kind of river god is this - is this a monster - is it a monster -"

Crying, screaming, fighting, wailing, fear, astonishment and heart-piercing
This is Yi Shuyuan's voice on the scene. In a short period of time, many people in the audience have stood on their heads and broke out in cold sweat. Some people with children subconsciously hugged their own children tightly.

Occasionally there was a low cry of astonishment in the teahouse, but most of the time, except for Yi Shuyuan, there was no sound!

(End of this chapter)