Don't be too sweet

Chapter 1068 Deliberately Retaining (Thirty-six)
Chapter 1068 Deliberately Retaining (Thirty-six)

After the last storyteller left, the guests who came to drink tea and listen to books also gradually dispersed.

When He Shanshan walked up to Mr. Storyteller's stand, she didn't arouse much curiosity.

After He Shanshan sat down at the table on the small platform, Yang Wu began to serve tea and small wooden blocks.

"Next, Mr. San will talk about "Journey to the West" written by Wu Chengen, who is very popular in the south."

When Yang Wu was shouting, the number of people leaving still did not decrease. Everyone's attention was on the tea friends beside him, chatting with each other about the story of the last storyteller.

"Snapped--"

He Shanshan, disguised as a white-faced scholar with a white-faced goatee, suddenly picked up the wooden block and slammed it on the table, startling everyone present.

People in the teahouse and the teahouse on the second floor, and those who could look to the first floor, also looked over.

Of course, being so frightened by He Shanshan, he also looked at He Shanshan with slight anger.

"This is a story about gods and Buddhas. It is said that there was such a stone in ancient times..."

He Shanshan began to speak at the top of her voice, and when the time was right, she would slap the pine nuts in her hand, bit by bit to gather everyone's attention, and bit by bit to make everyone present indulge in it.

The plate in her hand has the function of attracting everyone's attention.

As her voice fell, some guests would drink "Okay!"

Because of this, some passers-by outside the inn also came in one after another, but in about a quarter of an hour, the upper and lower floors of the teahouse were full of people, and some people were sitting and listening to books.

He Shanshan deliberately stopped at the thrilling part of the story, and the people who listened to the story stopped and shouted.

"Keep talking, keep talking!"

And He Shanshan, who told the story, said simply: "If you want to hear the funeral, let's wait for the next chapter to break it down!"

He Shanshan finished speaking, but ignored the voices calling for her to stay, and got off the storytelling table directly.

At this time, people in the teahouse were talking about Monkey King's disturbance in the Heavenly Palace, and when they got thirsty from the discussion, they had to order tea and so on.

The shopkeeper's attitude towards the white-faced scholar He Shanshan immediately took a 180-degree turn.

"This is the money for today's storytelling, sir. It's a total of [-] Wen. I don't know if you have any comments, sir?" The shopkeeper smiled.

He Shanshan shook her head, accepted the money, reported it to the inn where she was currently living, and left.

He Shanshan was very satisfied with the [-] essays she received, not only the [-] essays, but when she was on the storytelling table, there were also some scraps of silver tipped and thrown on the storytelling table, all of which were collected by Yang Wu.

Back at the inn, in the room——

Uncle and sister-in-law sit across the table.

The two counted their income today, and they actually made as much as three taels of silver in a storytelling session today.

"Sister-in-law, you are really good. Just talking like that for a quarter of an hour, you will get three taels of silver. If you talk a few more times, can't you earn more than ten taels?" Yang Wu sighed.

He Shanshan no longer needed to pretend her voice, but her throat felt dry and uncomfortable.

He Shanshan waved her hands, swallowed a pill that relieved her throat, and said, "Forget about a dozen or twenty taels, you have to shout at the top of your voice, because it hurts your vocal bag...throat."

"Yes," Yang Wu nodded, but his eyes were still full of excitement.

She remembered that when she was in Duofu Village, she also told Yang Jiu the story of "Journey to the West". If Mr. Jiu was really Yang Jiu, would he come to Yuncheng after hearing the story?

He Shanshan thought about it, and couldn't help but lost her mind.

The next day, when she arrived at the teahouse for storytelling, He Shanshan came on stage on time, and was surprised to find that the teahouse was already full of people.

So how do you convert this head?

She was a little dumbfounded, she didn't expect it.

Forget it, anyway, she doesn't really want to be the storyteller, but just a cameo.

"It's this white-faced scholar with a goatee. The "Journey to the West" I talked about yesterday was really nice."

He Shanshan hasn't started yet, but the people below have already started discussing.

After He Shanshan clapped the wooden board in her hand, the people below fell silent, staring at He Shanshan, looking forward to the next story.

(End of this chapter)