Yang Bo's storytelling in the teahouse lasted for two days.

On the third day, as soon as Yang Bo arrived, he saw that the teahouse was already full of people, and even added a lot of benches, and some people had almost sat outside the door, and many people cheered when they saw him.

Yang Bo smiled slightly, and walked to the center of the teahouse, where a table and a chair had been set up, and there was a startling wood on the table.

He had expected that storytelling would become popular, but he didn't expect it to become like this.

I guess the culture here is too barren!

Yang Bo stood in front of the table, and only then did he notice that in the direction of him, there was a table of eight immortals where only two people were sitting, and the others were far away from the two, even if they were crowded together, they didn't dare to get closer.

Yang Bo glared slightly, but he recognized it, one of them was the bronze wrestler who killed the chaotic horse with one punch at the city gate.

The bronze wrestler is still dressed in green clothes, but the sleeves are rolled up, and the arms are extremely thick, like ordinary thighs, and he can really run a horse on his arms!

The other person was about thirty years old and had a thinner figure, but this thinness was only relative to the bronze wrestler, who was dressed in white, holding a teacup, and smiling at Yang Bo.

Yang Bo was slightly stunned, and smiled at the other party, but his heart was abrupt.

After coming to the city for two or three days, Yang Bo's understanding of this world has deepened a lot, and he knows very well that the man in white is a silver wrestler!

Yang Bo's mind was full of thoughts, but the movements in his hands did not fall, he picked up the startling wood and slapped it on the table.

"Smack!"

"Tang Xuanzang was sent out of the city gate by the city lord, and he ......didn't stop for a day or two."

Yang Bo spent more than an hour telling the story of Tang Seng saving his eldest apprentice Sun Wukong and the master and apprentice encountering the Black Wind Monster.

"Smack!"

"That's the end of today's story, I know what will happen next, and listen to the next breakdown!"

The teahouse, which has been quiet all the time, finally made a noise at this time, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief, the story was really fascinating, and no one dared to disturb it.

However, as soon as Yang Bo's words fell, he heard someone start shouting every day.

"Boss, you're too appetizing, aren't you? Every time you tell a paragraph like that, you just want us to come back tomorrow, right?"

Yang Bo smiled and did not respond.

This is the benefit of serialization, it hangs people's appetites, otherwise how could the business of the teahouse be on fire?

"Can you continue to tell it, this story is so good!"

"I think it's very interesting, it's too early to go back, boss, can you continue talking!"

"I think we can pay the entrance fee again, as long as the boss can continue to talk!"

The audience below shouted loudly, they were all loyal listeners, and some people came almost every day after hearing it on the first day.

Yang Bo smiled and said, "Let's go back and rest early, we still have things to do tomorrow!"

"What can you do when you go back so early? It's not like you're going back to make a mother-in-law!" a strong man said loudly.

I laughed out loud below, the nightlife here is really boring, and there is really nothing to do except create people!

Yang Bo laughed and talked with everyone for a while, and everyone saw that Yang Bo did not agree to continue the story, so they dispersed.

When the teahouse was completely quiet, an old man with a thin figure and a wrinkled face walked up to Yang Bo, and he smiled, "Mr. Yang, why don't you talk for a while?"

"If you promise them, won't you be able to collect the money twice in one night?"

"The entrance fee is charged twice, and the tea fee can also be charged twice, won't we make a lot of money?"

"You are still young now, you must make more money, buy more spirit grass and forge more body, so that you can be promoted to the Golden Warrior as soon as possible!"

"As long as you are promoted to the Golden Samurai, don't you want anything? Think about it, when the time comes, women will stick upside down, and men will have to ......."

Yang Bo waved his hand to interrupt the old man's fantasy and said, "Boss Tian, have you ever seen a golden warrior?"

Old man Tian sneered, "We are a small place here, and silver warriors are rare, how can I ever see a golden warrior?"

"You know, even if it's a silver warrior, it's a celestial figure, and he doesn't care about people like us at all!"

"You also saw it just now, that silver wrestler is sitting across from you, did he talk to you?"

"People's eyes are all in the sky, how can they take care of ......"

Yang Bo stretched out his hand and rubbed his fingers lightly, "Okay, old man Tian, pay for it quickly!"

Old man Tian smiled, and he didn't know where to find a notebook, so he took the pen and calculated, "There are a total of 57 guests today, the ticket fee adds up to 2,850 Wen, and the tea fee is 800 Wen, a total of three taels of silver and 650 Wen!"

"According to our previous agreement, the ticket fee is three or seven cents, and you get 1,700 cents!"

"If the tea fee exceeds 400 Wen, 55 cents, you should get 200 Wen. ”

"You should get two taels of silver combined!"

Yang Bo stared at Old Man Tian and smiled, Lao Tzu also had a full score in primary school mathematics back then!

"Boss Tian, you haven't calculated it clearly, do you count it again?" Yang Bo said.

Old man Tian smiled, "That's right!"

Yang Bo stared at Old Man Tian, the words and mathematics here are very backward, and even many people don't know how to settle accounts, which is why Old Man Tian dares to lie to Yang Bo!

"You count the ticket revenue again!" Yang Bo said.

Seeing Yang Bo's fierce face, Old Man Tian was startled, and hurriedly took a step back, he picked up the brush and drew it in the notebook, "I'll recalculate, recalculate!"

Knowing that he couldn't deal with it, Boss Tian finally calculated the correct result, "I miscalculated, the ticket is divided into 1995 Wen!"

"It's two taels of silver!" Yang Bo said.

Old man Tian was stunned for a moment, then immediately reacted, nodded and said, "Yes, it's two taels!"

Yang Bo looked at Boss Tian, he just regarded storytelling as a temporary money-making errand, and he didn't plan to do it for a long time, so he didn't care about it!

"Boss Tian, you secretly recorded my storytelling story at the counter, I don't have to pursue it!"

"However, my money should not be less in the future!"

Yang Bo stared at Old Man Tian and said.

Old man Tian nodded hurriedly, "No, no!"

Yang Bo took the money and walked out.

The city was a little gloomy, but Yang Bo was familiar with the road, he walked to the pharmacy, and took away the elixir amid the complaints of the owner of the pharmacy when he got up.

Back in the rented small house, Yang Bo prepared the elixir according to the proportion, boiled the water, and prepared to soak in the medicinal bath.

Because he hadn't experienced the medicinal bath here before, Yang Bo's forging body started with the most basic Black Iron Warrior forging body medicines, which were relatively cheap and effective for him.

Although he had only been in the medicinal bath for two days, Yang Bo felt that his muscles had strengthened a lot, and his clothes were faintly tight.

"Knock knock!"

Yang Bo was lighting a fire to boil water when there was a sudden knock on the door outside.