The story of Journey to the West is like a northwest wind, which blew all over Shou'an County in three days and two nights.

The bookstores and teahouses in the streets and alleys are full of people, vying to listen to the pirated Journey to the West.

Going to Junbo Teahouse? I don't dare to think that now that Junbo Teahouse is every inch of land, it is even more difficult to go there to rub a place than to climb to the sky!

Mr. Song recovered from his illness and came back, but there was no place for him in the teahouse.

Mr. Song was also helpless, he only hated himself for not getting sick sooner or later, which is good, but if he is sick, he will lose his job......

Youran was even more speechless and helpless, who could have known that the stage of "being ordered in danger" that day would evolve into such a look. At the moment, as long as the teahouse doesn't talk about Journey to the West, the tea guests will not be relentless.

I had no choice but to start three lectures a day, hoping to finish the ninety-nine-eighty-one difficulties as soon as possible, and I would be relieved.

But for a few days, my voice will be hoarse.

"No, we can't go on like this!"

As soon as the end of the field, Sun Daogu led Mr. Song over.

Youran was cleaning up the storytelling desk, and saw the two of them coming over to greet the ceremony, especially to Mr. Song, full of apologies.

Mr. Song stroked his beard and laughed, "Qiu Niangzi, you robbed the old man of his job, how can you compensate for it?" ”

The appearance of pretending to collect debts made Youran bitter haha, she really didn't want to do this.

"I discussed it with Mr. Song and decided that you should tell the story to Mr. and let him tell it." Sun Daogu had a commanding tone, which was not negotiable.

"Of course! It's just three games a day, did Mr. stick to it? He looked at Mr. Song worriedly.

The old man smiled again, "I think when the old man first came out of school, it was a string of games day and night, not only three times a day?" ”

"However, it was all a small market in a recession, and at the end of the day, it was just a full meal. Qiu Niangzi, speaking of which, I really want to thank you, you let Song see that I can be so brilliant in my storytelling! ”

Leisurely and humbly saluted, the three of them discussed, leisurely dictated, Sun Daogu wrote, and wrote until late at night.

Uncle Zhou was anxious to wait outside the door of the teahouse in a donkey cart, and when he saw that he came out leisurely, he hurriedly greeted him.

Sun Daogu was still not at ease, so he let the red box follow, and then sent him home leisurely.

Just after breakfast the next day, the upper and lower floors of the teahouse were overcrowded, and groups of three or five were talking about yesterday's plot and speculating about today's content.

Looking forward to it, the time for storytelling has finally arrived, but it is the red box that appears.

When everyone saw it, they laughed and joked with the red box, "I said box, don't you want to tell us a story, right?" ”

"Haha......"

"Say what? Don't be Journey to the West, right? ”

Everyone laughed even harder!

The red box learned from the storyteller, picked up the startling wood and slapped it, pretending to be angry, "What are you yelling about?" What's yelling? I'm very expensive in the red box, and I won't say anything about the gold you take! ”

"Haha......" This cowhide was blown, and everyone laughed and bent over.

"Ahem!" The red box slapped again, cleared his throat and said, "Qiu Niangzi's throat is broken, and Mr. Song will tell you today." ”

"What?"

The tea guests immediately exploded the pot, and they were hustle and bustle, don't do it!

The red box was anxious, and slapped it three times in a row, "What's the matter?" What's up? Tear it down? ”

"Qiu Niangzi is also a human being, if you ask for three games a day, you are an iron man, and you are tired and sick!"

"One a day!"

"That's right! One game a day is fine! ”

"There are no doors! Sue you, don't say there is no now, and there will be no more! Do you know what it means to have a "bad" voice? Qiu Niangzi can't speak now, how can she say it? Besides, Mrs. Qiu is the shareholder of our Junbo Teahouse, one of the shopkeepers, you let our shopkeepers tell you stories every day, this shopkeeper is still a woman's family, are you embarrassed? ”

"Mrs. Qiu respects everyone, and knows that everyone is full of talents, but we have to be considerate and considerate of others, right?"

The tea guests suddenly fell silent, and the tea hall was quiet.

After a while, someone said, "The story of Journey to the West is not over yet, we want to know what to do with the ending?" ”

"This is easy to do!" The red box came hard, "It's up to our Mr. Song!" It's still three times a day, until the end of the story! ”

"Don't be reluctant either! Tell you, this Journey to the West is a story compiled by Mr. Song, Mr. Song is sick, and you don't want to listen to Mr. Qiu Niangzi's continuation of Mr. Song's stay, so Qiu Niangzi opened this new story. Good or not, how about you listen to what Mr. Song said, can't you? ”

Someone from below began to call Mr. Song.

Under the red box, Mr. Song was on it, and when the two met behind the scenes, Mr. Song pulled the hair of the red box and was anxious, "Blind bear, who told you that I made up Journey to the West?" If you don't say it well, won't it slap me in the face? ”

"Oh, old man, you saw it just now, I don't say that, can they be happy?"

"Then you can't talk nonsense! This story belongs to Qiu Niang! ”

"Mr. Song! Qiu Niangzi said that the story is for everyone to listen to, and it doesn't matter who it is. As soon as all the stories are told, won't they all become everyone's? ”

"Qiu Niangzi, she really said that?"

"That's it! Go ahead! Look at you, you worked hard last night, right? Ha ha...... Go ahead, I'm waiting to hear that! ”

Mr. Song stepped onto the stage with a relaxed body, and as soon as he said a few words, the audience applauded.

To tell the truth, whether it is storytelling skills, the tone and frustration, or the handling of baggage, Mr. Song's mastery is ten times better than leisurely.

Everyone accepted and satisfied.

This is the end of the storytelling incident.

Finally, there was no danger, sitting in the private room, leisurely clasping his hands together, glad that he did not get into trouble.

Uncle Jun came in with a smile, and when he saw Youran's appearance, he laughed even harder.

"It turns out that you also have times when you are afraid! What an eye-opener for me today! ”

Leisurely opened his eyes, saw Jun Bo, and at the same time smiled at his words and fought back, "It's when everyone is afraid, why can't I?" Uncle Jun, what do you mean by this? ”

"Huh! Still angry? I don't know who said that day, my Qiu Juhua's absoluteness lies in being bold, ruthless, and resolute! People respect me one foot, and I return one foot to others. If anyone violates my bottom line, I will play with him until he goes bankrupt and dies! ”

What I learned was decent, and I was stunned leisurely.

How did it get out? Sure enough, the partition wall has ears!

Smile leisurely.

"You don't know, the guy surnamed Kang is about to get sick when he hears what you say."

Did you really get sick with me? If I had that ability, I would not have been deceived and deceived.

"Is it so serious? It's just a few cruel words that were forced to be thrown out. He continued to laugh leisurely, pretending not to know anything.

"Okay, the old man doesn't joke with you, these silver taels are this month's dividends."

Sanbao opened the wooden box and was completely stunned when he saw the silver ingots inside.

"How can there be so many?"

Fifty taels of silver!

After a daze, she began to wave her hand, and her body kept back.

"This is the ledger, you can see for yourself. Businessman, you must get what you deserve, you don't get what you don't, I won't give it if you ask me for it! ”

Leisurely took the ledger and closed it as soon as he turned two pages, "I forgot, I can't read." ”

"Haha......"

Uncle Jun and Sambo laughed.

"Find an opportunity to let Mr. Song teach you to read and do business, how can you not be literate!" Uncle Jun smiled.

Jun Bo not only gave her a share of the fried golden cicada, but even the dim sum she developed, and gave her some of each. And those snacks were originally meant to be good, and she gave them to the teahouse.

On the way home, I leisurely wrapped the silver in a cloth and held it tightly in my arms, like holding a piece of gold lump, and the sweetness in my heart was indescribable.

Just like that day, she relied on a recipe to earn a lot of money from the diners, knowing that she would not starve to death.

And today, she held the silver, thinking that she was going to have her own land, and from now on she would never have to fall again, and the big stone hanging in her heart finally landed.

(Thanks to Tete 000, the reward of ordinary bones, this chapter is more for the two!) Boom! ）