Chen Tupao didn't know if he could hear it accurately, so he asked again, "Girl, are you asking me to tell you a book?" ”

Ugly Orange smiled and nodded, "Uncle Li, you tell me a paragraph with my mother, and I won't accept this water money." ”

Chen Tupao looked at the ugly orange suspiciously, a little unbelieving what he heard, just now this girl also said that she would charge him six yuan, why did she change this stubble again.

He said that the six cents were expensive enough, and it was enough for him to drink a glass of wine in the tavern.

Originally, the wine in the tavern was sold in pots, but where could they drink that pot of wine in the handlebar style of these cars, and even if they drank it, why did they hurry when they were drunk?

But sometimes they can't stand the addiction to alcohol, so they ask the shopkeeper for such a cup, just this cup is a few pennies, and the wine is in the mouth, and it tastes like wine.

Wang really couldn't figure out what her Nier was thinking, so he continued, "Nier, you want to listen to the book together, don't you just tell you, what ......are you doing?"

Why do you give people free water money, that six dollars is a lot of miles!

Wang didn't say this in front of Chen Tucang, and he was embarrassed to say it, and he was in a hurry.

The ugly orange couldn't tell her mother, but the story in her mother's stomach was not as much as Chen Tucang, and it was uncomfortable to listen to.

As soon as Chen Tupao heard someone praise him, he immediately became happy, grinned and laughed, "That's it, if you want to tell the story in my stomach, I can't finish talking about it for three days and three nights!" ”

Saying that, Chen Tucang put on a posture, "Girl, say!" Which one do you want to hear? ”

Ugly Orange thought for a while, "Then come to the section where Sun Wukong crossed the Flame Mountain." ”

"Okay, you're going to do it!"

Chen Tucang slapped his thigh, and this began.

"It is said that five hundred years ago, let the Buddha suppress the Monkey King under the Five Finger Mountain, and escorted the Tang monk to the west to learn the scriptures with the two monks of Zhu Bajiesha, passing through this flame mountain, ouch, that day is hot......"

The ugly orange was listening, and suddenly felt that his arm was twisted, and the strength was not great.

Wang Shi overwhelmed his voice angrily and complained, "You stinky girl, what are you doing!" If you don't take good money, what kind of books do you listen to! ”

Ugly Orange knew that her mother was really angry, touched her arm and smiled, "Mother, it doesn't hurt." ”

"Hmph, it doesn't hurt! I'll clean you up when I get home! Wang stretched out his index finger and poked her head lightly, and followed the book after a sentence, to be honest, she still rarely listened.

In fact, listening to a book is similar to singing a big opera, you can say a thing, you can sing it, singing is a group of people who are busy on stage, and telling a story is a person, if you want to talk about it, the storyteller's skills are not less than that of singing a big opera.

However, compared with these two, Wang's is even rarer to listen to books, singing and listening to music, looking at appearance, and chewing words one by one, listening to books is nothing, just bring an ear to listen to it, the quality depends on the storyteller's mouth.

No, just said that this Sun Monkey crossed the Flame Mountain, how hot on the mountain is unbearable, how the Sun Monkey scratched his ears and cheeks, Zhu Bajie couldn't wait to roll on the ground, and said everything carefully, which was better than singing.

"Ouch, this old soil cannon is really good at talking."

Wang was fascinated by what she heard, and crooked her mouth to tell the ugly orange about this stubble, but she didn't get a response for a long time, she turned her head and looked, and was startled.

Hey, when did so many people come to the stall?!

As soon as noon passed, there were more and more carriages resting in Nanmian Village, and the sound of shouting and scooping water at the entrance of the village also made them gather.

But it's strange to say, the other mothers-in-law and aunts shouted energetically, but there were not many people coming, but it was the ugly orange side, surrounded by seven or eight people.

The ugly orange looked at Wang and said busily, "Mother help me collect the money......"

She was scooping the handlebars in front of her at the moment, and she didn't care about collecting money.

Wang was stunned, and when she saw someone handing over the money, she was a little caught off guard, "Nier, how much do you charge?" ”

Ugly Orange raised his eyes to look at the two people who sent the money to Wang, and motioned to her with his eyes, "One is three Wen, one is Wuwen." ”

Wang Muleng let out an "oh", and took five cents from a young man, and three wen from an old man.

The ugly orange scooped a ladle of water first for the old man, then another scoop for the young man, and told him to drink it for a while, and then he came to her to scoop a scoop.

The young man replied with a grin, he was more concerned about this matter than anyone else, after all, he spent money, who would be so stupid as not to remember.

He took a sip of water first, and after driving for most of the day, he was indeed thirsty, and a cool breath passed through his heart, so he smashed his mouth comfortably, and raised his head to drink the water in the wooden scoop.

The ugly orange looked at him and scooped him again, and the young man squatted aside with the water, and at this time Chen Tucang said that Sun Wukong was going to borrow the banana fan from the princess of the iron fan, which could not be missed.

Wang didn't react when he grabbed the eight money in his hand, and he didn't have the heart to listen to the book, but stared straight at the ugly orange.

"Ni, Nier, what's going on, aren't these individuals all changed by Sun Monkey?"

Ugly orange pursed the corners of his mouth, "Mother, it's a pity that you don't tell the story." ”

Wang Shi was not happy when he heard it, "Where are you talking about it, how can your mother and I tell stories." ”

Ugly Orange said, "Did you say that these people were all conjured up by Sun Monkey?" ”

"No, then you can tell me, where did these people come from? Why did it pop up all of a sudden? ”

The ugly orange smiled now, and got closer to the Wang family, taking advantage of the fact that everyone was listening to the book at this time, and told the Wang family that these people were not Sun Monkey, but Chen Tucang.

Wang opened his mouth slightly, and then he wanted to ask why he came, and when he heard someone applauding from all around, he understood that these handlebar styles were all for storytelling.

These handlebar styles are in a hurry all day long, and sometimes it is difficult to even sit down in a restaurant and have a meal in peace.

Most of them carry vegetable dumplings brought out from their own homes, and they take them out when they are hungry on the road, gnaw and eat the mats, and when they are done, how can they have the leisure time to go to the teahouse to listen to books.

At this time, there is a half-time break, and there is a storyteller who can come to a few paragraphs, and he can relieve his boredom without money, which one will not be happy.

Besides, a bowl of water in the teahouse is more than five cents, and it is better to calculate these handlebar styles.

After thinking about it, the Wang family is also happy, no wonder her Nier wants to call this Chen Tu Cannon for a while, and the co-author plans to do so.

"You Nizi, you still have a lot of eyes," Wang said with a grin on the corner of his mouth, suddenly thinking of something, he got up and took a wooden scoop that he had never used before, and scooped a scoop of water into the bucket.

When the ugly orange saw that she scooped up the water and didn't drink it, he asked her what she was doing, and Wang smiled and said that he would send the water to Chen Tupao so that he could talk more.

The ugly orange was a little helpless, and her mother still held on to Chen Tucang......