Day and night tour

Chapter 12 All Things Are Born

Lu Mingkun explained that there was a group in Taiping Prefecture called Baiyun Gentlemen, all of whom were well-known, wealthy and powerful figures.

The Baiyun gentlemen love to do good deeds. They can be seen building schools, temples, and hosting charity receptions.

Among them was a gentleman named Dai Siming. The area where he did good deeds was very special, and he focused his main energy on the prison in Pingshui Prefecture.

Invest money to buy prisoners suitable clothes and improve their food.

This time, he paid a large sum of money to perform afterlife plays for six death row inmates, and announced to the public that he would use his insignificant power to let the death row inmates feel the love from society in the last journey of their lives.

Is there such a heartless saint?
"If these death row inmates knew what love is, why would they be beheaded?"

"Those gentlemen have read too many books. I can't understand them. Anyway, they are making money. They just do the work if there is any."

Lu Mingkun is open-minded.

The two continued chatting for a while, and an old voice was heard from the Quiet Hall.

"Xiao Lu, come and help. We're having stir-fried noodles and pork ribs in soy sauce today."

When Lu Mingkun heard the shout, he quickly said goodbye to Zhou Xuan: "Junior brother, Lao Yuan called me, I will go to help first. It's time for supper, you should eat something later."

"I don't want to eat. I'll just wait for my sister."

Zhou Xuan wasn't hungry and really didn't want to eat.

But Lu Mingkun was polite. After bringing the pot, bowls and dishes to Yuan Buyu and arranging meals for the chefs, he served a bowl of noodles, put a few pieces of braised pork bones on a plate, and brought it to Zhou Xuan.

"The night is still long. You might get hungry. You should eat something."

Ugh,
You are so polite, is it polite not to eat?
Zhou Xuan ate with big mouthfuls. Even though the taste was not good, it was still good to fill his stomach.

"Eat slowly, be careful not to choke."

The tone was aggressive.

Zhou Xuan looked up and saw that it was Yuan Buyu, the Zhou family's cook.

Chefs usually have a bad temper. They are surrounded by pots and stoves every day, surrounded by smoke and fire, so it is hard for them not to have a bad temper. They tend to speak aggressively.

"It's still a long way from choking. Your cooking skills have really declined today, old man."

"cut."

When Yuan Buyu was writing the book "Living Doll" Liangzi, he was impressed by Zhou Xuan and thought that Zhou Xuan was much stronger, braver and more resolute in spirit than before he came back to life.

But now, he felt that Zhou Xuan was still the same Zhou Xuan as before, with few abilities and a penchant for finding fault with others.

He grabbed the melon seeds, cracked two, and was too lazy to pay attention to Zhou Xuan.

Zhou Xuan spoke to himself.

“This stir-fried noodles looks simple. Just boil eggs and green onions in a pot and add some noodles, but it’s not that simple.

If you want it to taste good, you have to put more onions. When stir-frying, the flavor must be thoroughly fried. When boiling, the fire must be high so that the noodles can absorb enough soup and taste fragrant.

Your noodles don't have enough green onions and the fire isn't strong enough, it's not quite right."

These comments shocked Yuan Buyu so much that he was speechless. They were all on point.

There weren't enough onions. It was because Lao Yuan was distracted when he was stir-frying the onions. He lost his control and put too little.

The fire is not big enough, this is a problem of procurement.

To burn a big stove, you need firewood and a strong flame.

These days, there is a disaster in the Milin East District, a major firewood producing area, and the price of firewood is rising rapidly.

I felt sorry for the money when shopping, so I bought less firewood and more straw.

Straw is cheap and can indeed burn, but the flame is weak. Because of this, Yuan Buyu scolded the buyer several times.

Fortunately, the fire was weak and it was still possible to cook, so no one said anything wrong with the straw. Unexpectedly, Zhou Xuan discovered it when he ate it.

Yuan Buyu bowed to Zhou Xuan, admitting defeat, and said, "I didn't expect you to be such a glutton!"

"It's just the mouth."

Zhou Xuan said with a smile.

Although he was not good at other things in his previous life, he had maxed out the skill tree for eating, drinking and having fun, and there were good restaurants everywhere. In addition, Zhou Xuan often traveled around the country on business in his previous life, and he couldn't say that he had eaten all the delicacies from all over the country, but at least he had eaten most of them.

When tasting delicious food, there is nothing else to do but eat. If your vision is broadened, your taste buds will definitely be sharper.

In addition to the nationwide popular store visits and cooking instruction videos, where state banquet masters often teach you how to cook, your theoretical level will be very high through learning by watching and hearing.

It's just theory. If Zhou Xuan were to cook, being able to eat the food would be an extraordinary achievement.

"I'll cook a few more dishes tomorrow and bring them to your room so we can discuss this. You know how to eat, unlike those stupid people in the troupe."

Yuan Buyu was very impressed by Zhou Xuan.

People who make a living by their craft often have a pure mindset. They will accept it if their skills fail and will ask for advice from anyone who knows the craft.

There is no big or small in learning skills, the one who is most accomplished will come first.

"Okay, I'll make some solid dishes then. I can't get used to eating too plain food." Zhou Xuan continued to eat the noodles.

I haven't eaten a few bites yet.
Sha~sha~sha.

coming,

White noise strikes again.

He quickly put down his chopsticks, opened his notebook, and read several paragraphs from the book in the notebook to suppress the noise.

Zhou Xuan was afraid that there were people nearby, so he lowered his voice a lot, but Yuan Buyu still heard it clearly.

"Do you like storytelling, too?"

Yuan Buyu is an old child. He admits defeat but always wants to get back at the table. Storytelling is his home turf.

"I just listened to a few passages when I had nothing to do. I'm not as obsessed with it as the fans claim." "What does it say in the book, Shu Liangzi?"

"Ah."

"I can help you correct your mistakes. I'm a professional amateur." Yuan Buyu almost saw through Zhou Xuan's notes.

Zhou Xuan didn't take it seriously and handed it over.

Yuan Buyu was already impatient to find faults. He opened the notebook, took a look, and immediately pointed out: "First of all, the way this Liangzi is written is wrong. To write a good Liangzi, you must first list the book's guts, book thieves, and book tendons."

The book's hero refers to the protagonist, the book's thief refers to the main villain, and the book's muscles refer to the lucky general in the book, a funny character. If you write about his characteristics, it can really impress the audience.

In some storytellings, the response to the lucky general from the audience is even more enthusiastic than that to the protagonist.

By listing all the main characters first, the outline of the book will naturally become clear. If you then add some flesh and blood, it will become a well-received book.

This is a more traditional approach.

However, there are many different types of people, and there are many different ways to write calligraphy beams. Some famous teachers also have the habit of not writing "book gall, book tendons, and book thief".

Yuan Buyu is an expert in this field, so he naturally wouldn't dwell on the issue of "wrong writing style" and would just point it out and let it go.

He read a few more paragraphs and commented: "The cover of this book is too thick."

"Thick-skinned" is also a term in storytelling, meaning one is too slow to get into the topic, or what netizens call slow to warm up.

I looked for a long time but couldn't figure out anything.

"Being thick-skinned is a big problem. When you tell a story, no matter if it's in a teahouse or on a street stall, the audience are all strangers. They know in their hearts that after listening to your first story, they don't know where the second story is.

The first time you talk about a book cover, people will be unhappy. Those with good tempers will scold you on the spot or boo you, while those with a bad temper may even overturn the table and beat you.

Therefore, no matter whether you are storytelling as a hobby or you make a living by storytelling, you must figure out one thing:

How can I catch the audience’s attention in the shortest possible time…”

Zhou Xuan wrote the book Liangzi just to calm his own white noise, not to set up a stall, and it is impossible for him to treat it as a livelihood.

My friend is now a rich second-generation and a playboy. Can he make a living by telling stories?

But he still listened very carefully.

After all, I have had this hobby since I was young. I often listen to storytellers' stories and treat them as storytelling. Accompanying them with stir-fried noodles, it feels like listening to an audio documentary.

Weirdly interesting.

But as he listened, Yuan Buyu stopped talking. He was just getting excited, so why did you mess up, old man?
"Old man Yuan? Old man Yuan?" Zhou Xuan pushed away the bowl of noodles and reminded Yuan Buyu to speak.

The two were not even an arm's length apart, and they kept calling out to each other, but the other party was completely unaware.

Yuan Buyu was like an old monk in meditation. If his eyes had not been moving slowly downwards, Zhou Xuan would have thought that he had crashed.

"It's just a love story. Are you obsessed with it? You've never eaten good pork."

Zhou Xuan was too lazy to care about Yuan Buyu and continued to eat the few noodles in the bowl.

Yuan Buyu was indeed fascinated because of the story of "Lush Mountain Love", but not entirely.

He was just reading the book Liangzi, and he found it more and more interesting the more he read it.

In the past, he had taught his apprentices the art of storytelling - a good story is not exciting the first time you read it, but is like a pot of water on the stove, which is lukewarm at first, then gets hotter as the fire comes up, and then becomes scalding hot when bubbles start to gurgle in the pot.

"If you can come across such a storytelling book in your lifetime, it is a good deed that you have accumulated. No matter how much it costs, you must tell this book and perform it well."

The book "Lush Mountain Love" has the temperament of a well-received book as Yuan Buyu once explained.

Starts out lukewarm, then gets hotter, and finally gets piping hot.

It's just that the degree is not that strong, and it's lacking in every aspect.

Having temperament is, after all, just having temperament, and it is not a good book itself.

This kind of book Liangzi can make Yuan Buyu like it, but he won’t become obsessed with it.

What really made Yuan Buyu enter into a state of meditation was a feeling——

——All things come to life and the spring rain continues.

When he had read half of Shu Liangzi, the two "book heroes" in the book seemed to come alive.

The beautiful and charming female protagonist Zhou Yun and the masculine and immature male protagonist Geng Hua just walked out of the notebook vividly.

As he continued to read the book silently, more and more people and scenes came to life.

The mountains, the water, the cars speeding on the road, and the heartbeats of Zhou Yun and Geng Hua were always revolving around his body.

It was raining in Shuliangzi, and he could hear the sound of raindrops hitting the green tiles; it was spring in Shuliangzi, and his body was warm.

All these feelings made him feel very comfortable and relaxed.

"It's been a long time... It's been a long time... "

Yuan Buyu was excited and passionate, he knew what this long-lost feeling meant!
But soon, all his feelings disappeared.

Because of Shu Liangzi, it was snatched away by Zhou Xuan.

"Hey, why are you stealing my book?"

Yuan Buyu came back to his senses and shouted at Zhou Xuan.

"Old Yuan, you don't care about your dignity anymore? What do you mean by robbing? Mine, this is the book Liangzi I wrote!"

Zhou Xuan was so angry that he laughed. This book is yours just because you took a look at it? Even a Korean can't steal it!

"I am sorry for my words. Little... little boss, can you please lend me that book Liangzi... uh... lend it to me for one night? I will return it to you tomorrow."

Yuan Buyu spoke in a much more humble manner.

(End of this chapter)