Chapter 27 Storyteller

"This is exactly the battle between Taoyuan, the sky is in the sky, the moon is in the cold moon, the blade of the green dragon is cold. A horse runs thousands of miles away, and the five passes are killed by the generals and shakes Kun Gan. If you want to know the next thing, please listen to the next breakdown!" The storyteller slapped the wooden table, and the cheers in the teahouse were unaware of it. This book tells the story of Guan Gong passing through five passes and killing six generals.

Sitting at the table by the window, Ye Zhao also smiled and applauded gently. When he first came to this world, he naturally felt that entertainment was poor, especially because there was no computer available, which was extremely unaccustomed to it. However, after a long time, he realized that the entertainment from more than a hundred years ago had its own unique charm, but it was not comparable to the fun brought by high technology.

This is a teahouse in Tianqiao. The area around Tianqiao is also an active place for the "lowest people" in the capital. The powerful and powerful in the inner city disdain to come to this area, but Ye Zhao has liked to come to Tianqiao to listen to storytelling and watch juggling since he was a child.

But he changed into a green jacket that was inconspicuous, and the green ring on his hand was also put away. At this moment, Ye Zhao was shaking the folding fan, which was no different from the civilians who made a living in the Tianqiao area.

Tomorrow is the day of the wedding. Ye Zhao couldn't help but take out a photo from his arms and looked at it. It was a photo of him and Su Maoniang. However, the imaging technology of this era is really not satisfactory. Su Maoniang is not as beautiful as she is, but she has a numb face without a trace of expression. She looks like a zombie. I don't know if she will be scolded to death in the future. If you want to talk about yourself, why are you so handsome?

Perhaps because of twenty years since he came to this world, the customs of this world have gradually affected him. For example, when he got married with Rong'er, Ye Zhao felt sorry for Su Hongniang every time he thought about it, but when Rong'er was young, she would never have any relationships with her, nor would she have emotional entanglements; another is a special identity, and the fact that she got married is in fact uncontrollable; three, it is normal to marry a wife and concubine in this world. Although Ye Zhao felt that he was shameless to think like this, he couldn't help but feel moved every time he thought that he could hold on to the world and enjoy the blessings of all people.

But thinking about the intimate scene with other women in front of Su Hongniang, Ye Zhao felt a little cold on the back of his neck. It would be better to hug him left and right, don’t be cut by that little girl.

"Master!" A pretty young man said to him, and his robe patches were filled with patches, but he washed them cleanly.

It was Ma San, a storyteller who just talked about storytelling on stage. As for his original name, no one knows it.

"Sit!" Ye Zhao made a gesture and got married tomorrow. I don't know if he could come to the overpass to listen to books in the future. Otherwise, he would bring Rong'er, that little girl to play in the future?

"My man, give Brother Ma San a bowl of rotten meat noodles and add ingredients!" Ye Zhao knocked on the table with a fan, and the hall there immediately shouted loudly: "A bowl of rotten meat noodles! Add ingredients!" The so-called addition of ingredients is naturally to add more fat and lean meat.

"Thank you, Ma San!" Ma San burst into tears and beat him up again. Mr. Ye has always taken good care of him, but unfortunately he couldn't help with what Mr. Ye told me.

Sure enough, Ye Zhao picked up the teacup and took a sip, then asked, "Is that matter working?"

Ma San immediately blushed and suddenly felt that he was doing this by himself, and now he was not qualified to eat the face invited by Mr. Ye.

Seeing Ma San's expression, Ye Zhao knew the answer and smiled and said, "I guess it's hard, so let's do it." After returning from Shanghai, Ye Zhao found Ma San, but hoped that Ma San would talk about the foreign situation in the form of storytelling. Even Ye Zhao wrote a storytelling of tens of thousands of words to tell the story of the Qing men's adventures overseas. Of course, he would inevitably introduce the current technological level of Western countries, although such technologies may be closer to magic in the eyes of Chinese people.

Ma San said angrily: "I have read my jokes to several experts. They all say that such a monster storytelling book like me..." After saying this, I won't go on. I think those experts are useless to refute it.

Ye Zhao smiled slightly, and at this moment, the guy brought the hot pork noodles to him. Ye Zhao smiled and said, "Let's eat noodles first."

"Ma San didn't do the job assigned by the master, so Ma San didn't dare to eat it."

Ye Zhao knocked his head with a fan, "If you ask you to eat, you will eat yours, you won't be short of this bowl of noodles! Do you think I'm such a stingy person?"

Ma San smiled, then grabbed the chopsticks and swallowed them voraciously. The added meat noodles cost fifteen, so how could he bear to eat them?

When Ye Zhao thought about it now, he felt that his thoughts were a bit whimsical, but just a whim of thoughts.

"But, to be honest, is the joke you showed to Ma San true? Are foreigners really so ignorant of education? Men and women are hugging each other and dancing together?" Ma San pulled the noodles, but couldn't help asking Ye Zhao, his mouth was full of contempt, but his face was clearly fascinated. For this young man who had never touched a woman's hand, it was obvious that the customs of foreigners made him quite interested in this young man who had grown up so old.

Seeing that Ma San, a down-and-out scholar, was just asking foreigners about their "absurd" and "shameless" interpersonal relationships, and did not pay attention to what he wanted to promote, Ye Zhao felt that his idea had failed.

"Eat your noodles!" Ye Zhao was too lazy to pay attention to him, so he picked up a tea cup and drank tea.

Ma San swept away the noodles in the bowl like a broken cloud, and even drank all the soup base, wiped his mouth, and turned around and saw Ye Zhaofeng and Qingyun drinking tea. He felt a little moved, and then patted his chest and said, "Ma, I have an idea. If you really want Ma San to tell you your joke, it's okay, but there is one, Ma San needs to have a mouthful of food!"

Ye Zhao laughed and said, "It turns out that you don't know that there is no listener. Then what do I want you to do this joke? I want you to be purified!"

Ma San smiled shyly and didn't dare to say anything.

"But let's talk about it, let's just take a happy look, let's try it?" Ye Zhao looked at Ma San with a smile.

"Okay, just try it!" Ma San agreed happily, and then as he thought, a silver note of ten taels came in front of him. Ma San's throat was dry and immediately grabbed the silver note tightly in his hand.

"This is a half-month decision. Well said, and there is also a reward." When Ma San heard Ye Zhao's words, he naturally expressed his gratitude and loyalty.

Ye Zhao gently shook the folding fan, just smiling.
Chapter completed!