The early morning of Jiankang Mansion woke up in the mist, and the streets that were originally empty were gradually filled with people, but the men who worked in the streets did not walk the streets and shout as before. Those tall wooden pillars erected on the side of the street slowly gathered a lot of people, all waiting for something.

Lin Dongjia, who opened a rouge gouache shop on the long street in front of Anningfang, also took two guys to carry a chair to the pillar early, but Wang Dongjia of the fabric shop opposite was earlier than him, and the two said hello and sat down separately, obviously familiar with the road.

"Where did I talk about yesterday, I blamed the mother-in-law of a certain family, I had to shout that I had a headache, and I missed it." A common man hurried from the city gate with a load of firewood.

"Old five, then you have a big loss, yesterday I was saying that Grandpa Yue got that treasure, your mother-in-law is afraid that it is not a headache, but a man." The other person wanted to tease him, so anxious that the fifth child pulled out the flat shoulder and waved it over, and everyone laughed.

"Don't make a fuss, the hour is coming, be quiet." Wang Dongjia was upset when he heard it, and he slapped the handrail to shout, and everyone could hear it, but they only lowered their voices slightly.

Lin Dongjia missed the fifth child's load of firewood at a glance, the Tartar was approaching, and the prices in the city were slowly rising. If the city is really besieged, even if there is rice and vegetables at home, there must be a fire to burn it, so I have to ask to buy more tun.

"Hello folks in Jiankang City, it's another day of broadcasting time, first of all, please listen to a seven-string solo "Yangguan Three Stacks", the performer is Guan Julou's Gu everyone." In the midst of the noise, suddenly the horn above me heard a sound, and everyone suddenly shut up.

Guan Julou's Gu family, others don't know, but Lin Dongjia knows very well, it is a romantic character whose song is worth a thousand gold, and idlers can't hear it when they spend money. After a while, I heard a few strings, and a clear sound floated out, flowing and soothing, like crying.

After the prelude, after a pause, suddenly a female voice sang tactfully, "Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow-colored." Persuade you to have a glass of wine, and there is no reason to go out of Yangguan in the west! Grass is everywhere. Purpose wine, purpose wine, before drinking the heart has been alcohol. Ride the gallop, carry the gallop, what day to say the Xuan Xuan, can drink a few more patrols! ”

Gu everyone, who had only heard the sound of the piano, actually opened the golden mouth, and after the song was finished, the whole city cheered, and the famous scholar who had never met beat his chest and regretted it. With the woman's last gentle words of thanks, cheers rang out everywhere, and the people were still easily satisfied.

"Gu everyone's piano and singing are really around the beam for three days, the aftermath is endless, forgive me for being poor in words, I will only describe it like this, thank her for the wonderful performance, the following is the new compilation book "Jingzhong Says Yue", the performer does not hate life."

Not everyone understands the fine arts, and although the people can applaud everyone's performance, most people don't know what is so good. But this storytelling is different from ancient times, it is indeed popular entertainment for all ages. Most of those gathered under the pillars also came for this purpose.

"The poem says: Falling into poverty and a cloth cloth, I failed to fight the sword against the bus. The heart inherits Meng's mother's three migrations, and Chen Pingliu is surprisingly full. On this day, when will the waist be gold and purple? The boy attempted to seal the Hou Zhi, and he was empty. Last time, he said, 'On Wednesday, he was afraid of obeying the training and giving the Sword Sect to stay behind and swear to get true talent', but he said that Uncle Yue and his brothers entered the examination room"

As a man's familiar Jianghuai mouth sounded, the streets fell silent again. This book has been talked about for several days, and the storyteller has been a little stuttering at the beginning, and then slowly entered the state, and now it is becoming more and more exciting, and it is the story of this dynasty, so everyone from the market to the literati and ink writers are all fascinated by it.

"That Zhang Bangchang heard the grandfather tell those two stories, knowing that he was scolding him for being jealous and jealous, but he was a little weak in his own heart, and he couldn't speak, so he dared to be angry but didn't dare to speak, so he said: 'Yue Fei, don't say that your writing is not good, do you dare to compare arrows with King Liang today?' ”

Ping Hatsheng's voice sounds very young, and his storytelling skills are not very sophisticated, but because the book itself is written with ups and downs, even if it is eloquent, it is still exciting. Liu Yu's selection of this book is the Qing Dynasty Qian Cai's compilation of "The New Jingzhong Romance Says the Complete Biography of King Yue", which has made great progress compared to the words of this dynasty, both in terms of plot and literary color.

Today's paragraph of "Winning the champion spear picks Xiao Liang Wang, and the anti-martial arts field lets Yue Pengju go" is the first small ** in the whole book. From the moment Yue Fei entered the martial arts arena and was suppressed, the hearts of the audience have been hanging until Yue Fei rose up and picked off King Xiaoliang, and played the pretending to slap his face to the extreme, and the cheers of the audience began to rise and fall.

"His grandmother's, can be regarded as winning this fight, I'll just say, how mighty Grandpa Yue is, how can he be afraid of that Xiaoliang King."

"That Zhang Bangchang is not a good thing, according to me, rushing up and punching and killing him with three or two punches can be regarded as a scourge."

After the half-time speech, the storyteller had to take a break, and the audience also took the opportunity to exchange experiences, and it was lively for a while. This Lin Dongjia did not participate, he is considered to have some knowledge, and now the court is pouring Jia, how does this image of Bangchang look like that Jia Xianggong, and the affairs of the political zhì, the ordinary people will not be involved.

When Liu Yu yawned and walked out of the inner room, a woman wearing a hat and a long skirt was preparing to go out with her maid. Seeing Liu Yu's lazy appearance, the woman covered her mouth and smiled, and then knew that she was rude, so she was blessed, and Liu Yu didn't care, and sent her out.

"Brother Yu, you just came out to see Gu everyone, but she is really a delicate woman, that look, that figure, that style, tsk." The military uniform Lori sighed unsatisfactorily, and the word "rotten girl" suddenly appeared in front of Liu Yu's eyes.

"Why are you here, Sister Hong?" Originally, Liu Yu arranged for the golden pheasant slave to do this broadcasting work, who knew that the female men who went into battle to kill the enemy and fought in the army on weekdays would be too shy to open their mouths in front of the microphone. As a last resort, he could only borrow a maid from Yuan Hong's family and call Ying Hong to act as an announcer.

"What kind of lines do you recite in the back, hey, this grandfather Yue's biography is really well written, it's just a little bit every day, it's not fun." The golden pheasant slave stretched out his finger and pointed behind him, Liu Yu nodded and ignored her, and went to the kitchen to find food.

Ping Hatsheng, who was resting in the broadcast studio, was actually a poor student in the school, his real name was Zhang Qingyun. Although the name is good, but last year's one subject unfortunately fell off the list, and the next subject to see if the current situation is not known, Liu Yu handed him this messenger, changed his stage name to tell a story here, it is better than going to the tile.

It is said that it is a broadcast studio, that is, a single room is separated, and there is no professional tuner, only the most basic sound insulation. Liu Yu didn't expect to achieve the effect of later generations, he started this just for publicity, and now it has become a city-wide entertainment program, which he didn't expect.

Zhang Qingyun took a sip of white water to moisten his throat, and he was a little excited in the section just now. Especially when it came to the part where the gun picked Xiaoliang Wang, when it came to the fierce place, he stood up directly, as if he had become the incarnation of Grandpa Yue, riding a horse and holding a gun to take the enemy directly. Zhang Qingyun is very satisfied with his current ministry, and does not feel that he has lost the nobility of a scholar at all.

After resting for a while, Zhang Qingyun sat down in front of the broadcasting station again, turned on the microphone switch, cleared his throat, and began to tell the story in the second half. Liu Yu stood in the courtyard and listened to the sound from the loudspeaker, lack of energy, bad reviews, more than passion, bad reviews, no skills, bad reviews, almost useless performances actually made the sergeants fascinated by it, and couldn't help but shake their heads.

After eating, Liu Yu rode out with a few forbidden soldiers, and today his target was the Ci'en Bureau in the south of the city, which was originally an institution run by the government to adopt orphans, which he used as a field hospital to requisition. After entering the door, there were several long tables in the lobby, and more than a dozen doctors were doing something with their heads down.

Seeing Taishou walk in, the two old men hurriedly walked over, each holding a booklet in their hands, which was the "Debridement and Suture" written by Liu Yutuo Su Wei for them. As usual, the book is inserted with a large number of pictures, and all the steps are explained in detail.

"Among the two old men, is there anything unclear?" Liu Yu accepted their salute and asked.

"It's an eye-opener, it's really an eye-opener, and the old decay is also considered to be rough enough to understand this ambiguity technique, reading this book, I feel like a child, but the needles used, clips and other things don't know where to come out, and I have never seen it." The clamp that the old doctor is talking about is the tweezers and the needle holder.

Liu Yu approached a long table and saw several people practicing suturing on the pigskin, some of which had been scratched several times, which showed that they had been practicing for a long time. The large clay pot on the side was filled with a strict ratio of normal saline, and watching these doctors in white coats, white hats, and masks around their mouths seriously practice debridement and suturing, which is no different from later generations.

"Seeing that several doctors have been quite skilled, it is better to see if there are any people in the city who have been injured by the outside world, and they can also try to use it in actual combat. However, it is important to note that when performing this method, the injured person is in great pain, and it must be a strong-willed person. ”

"Qi Yu Taishou, we have this intention, according to the book, after doing this method, it can quickly heal the wound, everyone wants to really use it once. As for the pain, it doesn't hurt, just take a little acupuncture to let him sleep. ”

Liu Yu couldn't help but sigh at the magic of Chinese medicine, as long as the intraoperative anesthesia was solved, this method could be promoted. Thinking of this, he nodded and stopped talking, and watched intently as the doctors practiced over and over again.

"When these martial artists who came to take the test saw this situation, they forgave me for failing the test, and everyone dispersed in a hurry. Here, all the families will pack up the body of King Liang and bury it, and then all the main exams will enter the court together. I don't know what the court thinks, and listen to the next breakdown. ”

With a startling sound, Ping Hatsheng's storytelling today has also come to an end, and the people in the city are still surrounding under the pillar and refusing to disperse, staring at the loudspeaker above, hoping that it can tell a good story again