Jiang Tian is still doing his service work in the teahouse these days, as for the water purifier, even he himself is not optimistic, in the dead of night he has also thought carefully, if the current emperor tosses a few more years and creates a new era in China, then in another one or two hundred years he may still be useful, as for now, most of his modern knowledge is decoration, there is no basis for practice. So the idea of getting rich by inventing and creating zào was cut off by myself.

This day is about to set, it is dark late in summer, in fact, it is already past the time to eat, and it is time for the storyteller Mr. Liu to start talking about the Dream of Red Mansions, don't look at the story is not novel enough, but it still attracts Jiang Tian's ears, just because the storytelling at this time is very different from later generations, in addition to the pronunciation with the inherent Jinling flavor, then the performance method of singing two sentences from time to time is the most attractive, like this kind of story of talented and beautiful people has a large number of verses, and it is singable to rhyme with a unique flavor. Otherwise, he Jiang Tian wouldn't have to dance for a pirated version of "Dream of Red Mansions". Strictly speaking, this is not a storytelling, but should be called a commentary or a string book, which belongs to the early form of storytelling, and it should be at this historical stage that storytelling began to gradually evolve into the pure art of reading whiteness in later generations. But today the old man did not come, and one of his little scholars came to report that his husband was suffering from dysentery because he had eaten badly, and he was not lightly ill. After expressing due concern, I couldn't help but feel a little worried about the boss, my small shop was just getting better under the care of my old friend, and the attendance rate of the other party's illness was probably going to plummet, and it was even more difficult to do business.

Jiang Tian saw that Boss Zhao was going to announce the news, and he was naturally very worried, he didn't expect that this would have any impact on his income, but he was afraid that those book fans would hurt this old man by making trouble unreasonably, just like the behavior of those star chasers in later generations. So he gritted his teeth and reached out to grab the old man, and walked to the side of the storytelling table.

First, a group bowed to the audience, and only then did they speak when everyone looked at themselves: "Ladies and gentlemen, the shop has just received the news, Mr. Liu is unwell and can't come today......

Sure enough, before he finished speaking, the audience shouted, in addition to expressing regret, many people were also a little dissatisfied. At this time, I don't know who shouted: "The old gentleman can't come, you little gentleman just say a paragraph, otherwise I won't be able to pay for our tea." ”

Jiang Tian, who was still dealing with the audience, didn't notice who said this, but he was provoked by this person and many people followed along, they all knew that Jiang Tian had a reputation for showing talent, don't look at the signs of the emperor being a little depressed now, but maybe one day these saint disciples will be beautiful again, and it will be difficult to see the excitement of this show at that time.

Boss Zhao saw that these people were just coaxing, don't look at his shop Xiaoer is an outlier, but the way up the book has not been blocked, the new emperor ascended the throne in addition to not having an amnesty in the world and not opening Enke, it is nothing more than saying a few bad words about the Donglin Party in the previous dynasty, and then searching for those Donglin officials who had tried to harm him in vain, maybe when this rumor passes, considering that the imperial court still wants to be managed by scholars, this scientific examination will definitely be reopened, and then these Confucian students who seem to have lost power will become the pillars of the country again. So at the moment, these people are just joining in the fun, as long as Jiang Tian puts on a displeased look and walks away, they naturally can't force them to stay.

Jiang Tian looked at these people in his eyes, but his heart was far from his boss's thoughts, he naturally equated these audiences with the star-chasers in later generations, thinking that if he couldn't give these people an explanation, I'm afraid it would be difficult to end today, but it's another thing to let yourself tell a story, don't look at the storyteller who tells a story like gossip, the skills in this can't be done without more than ten years of training, not to mention the storytelling and chanting links in this year's storytelling, It is difficult to speak Beijing dialect with his own voice, and he wants to sing those poems on the pipa......

"Everyone!" Jiang Tian unconsciously raised his voice, and the guests quieted down very cooperatively, and it could be seen that Xiucaigong's social status was not so miserable that everyone shouted and beat him: "If you want me to tell the story, I won't be able to do it." ”

Boss Zhao nodded, but the next words made his eyes widen again: "We are opening the door to do business to recruit financial resources, since everyone is here today, I can't let you go home empty-handed." ”

Jiang Tian pretended to sit calmly at the back of the bookcase, and then smiled stiffly: "I might as well tell you a little story by the students today......

He was very nervous, not to mention that the teahouse was not large and there were not many customers, but this was also his first time performing on stage, and no one would not be nervous unless he was an experienced actor in his previous life. So the result of the nervousness was that he neither woke up the wood, nor did he open the storyteller's posture to recite the final poem, but just opened his mouth there as if chatting: "The story I told today......

I don't know how long it has been, and there are no clocks in the store, anyway, the watch has not yet come, that is, there is not an hour of time, and the sun seems to be about to sink in the west, which is less than eight o'clock in the evening when calculated as modern time. Jiang Tian's story is long or short, and the audience didn't care that his performance did not conform to the routine of storytelling, they were all attracted by this humorous little story, and they found that although this kind of performance was a bit of boiled water, it was quite close to life and close to them.

“…… As soon as the ruthless aunt and grandmother left like this, the brother couldn't wait, threw the mourning stick, and ran to the old lady's house in a hurry, this one was in a hurry to find the key, and the one who was looking for a key was still looking for it, just smash it open...... "Jiang Tian's performance is already a bit into the play, and that kind of impatient look caused a few chuckles from the audience: "Smash it open, these people are a little dumbfounded, why are they all white?" It doesn't matter if it's straightforward, it's a lot, let's bite and see it one by one...... A row of big tooth marks! ”

There was more laughter this time, and the audience, who already knew the answer, was enjoying the pleasure of playing with the unfilial son at the moment: "...... Mom, you're going to make a mess of us......"

The story is over, the audience has laughed enough, but it is a little cold, Jiang Tian neither waited for the applause of the tide, nor did he get the audience's affirmation, he just looked at the audience and the audience looked at him, staring at him for a long time, and a person who was sitting closer to the front and dressed up outside the staff asked: "What about below?" ”

"It's over!" Jiang Tian subconsciously replied, but immediately understood that these people were not the audience of later generations, and they were not used to the performance form of stand-up comedy, so the ending must be summarized like a storytelling: "Everyone, you said that this kind of unfilial son was tricked like this, do they still have the face to stay in the original place, as for what happened later, it is not for the students that I can know." ”

The response was not enthusiastic, but at least the people who started the coaxing were suppressed, and everyone was very interested in this kind of alternative storytelling, and no one cared about the form of performance he gave to the storytelling, so much so that he let him say a few more short paragraphs before it was counted. Boss Zhao didn't expect this Xiucai Gong to have this kind of ability, the original worry was replaced by a curiosity, he didn't believe that a person could organize a story in such a short time, because ordinary people will have some nonsense and repetition when telling stories, even if it is a reader, not everyone can tell it in the vernacular, it can only be said that he has been prepared, so why would he follow the storyteller? Is it intentional to make money from this?

No one knows that this classic "Wax Cut" has long been listened to by Jiang Tian so that his ears are calloused, once there is no cross talk joke in the radio station of later generations, these long classics will always be turned out to fill the number, as a northerner Jiang Tian has liked to listen to cross talk since he was a child, but after listening to it for decades, the burden of this instinct to make people laugh is no longer felt, and it is a bit exaggerated to say that it is a bit exaggerated to recite it backwards, but the complete narrative is not a problem. As for industry skills such as three flips and four shakes, although I have heard of them, they can't perform them, which is why the audience can't come up with a taste of the story and it ends. But after all, this is a precedent for creating a form of performance, and hundreds of years later, cross talk actors have recognized him as the ancestor to worship.

Jiang Tian, who is already very eye-catching, is now famous, a showman who is willing to deign to serve people is fresh enough, and now this can still say a short nondescript commentary, not to mention that although his book does not sound so thrilling and exciting, it can at least make people smile. If these are his useful explorations in the entertainment industry, then what happened next is the real sensation in Beijing, because the Chinese Academy of Sciences, a newly opened yamen of the imperial court, sent someone to buy one of his invention patents!

Looking at the officials who came to negotiate, Jiang Tian was a little overwhelmed for a while, what does the Chinese Academy of Sciences do, others don't know him, but it is very clear, the problem is that he has never registered any patents at all, and he didn't expect the imperial court to formulate a patent law, as for the conditions offered by the other party, he can't understand why the official in front of him is willing to spend a hundred taels of silver to buy such a chicken invention?

"Forgive the student for being foolish, I have never applied for a patent at your place, so how can I buy it?" Jiang Tian couldn't help but ask clearly in front of heavy money, sometimes the pies that fell from the sky may not be so delicious.

The other party smiled when he heard this, and took a stack of paper from his entourage: "Here is your application and filing, can you see if this is painted by your own hands?" ”

Jiang Tian casually glanced at it and could recognize that this was the structural sketch he had drawn at the beginning, Boss Zhao had discussed with him that someone was eyeing this invention, but he didn't care about it at the time, but now it seems that the other party directly applied for a patent for him, not to mention, but also insisted on buying this design, so what is the other party's motive? One hundred taels of silver is not too much to say less or less, in this era after the chaos is not a problem to buy ten acres of good land, even if it is more than enough to live a little frugal in Beijing for seven or eight years, Jiang Tian can't understand that someone will pay such a high price for such a humble water purifier?

Seeing that he was still hesitating, the official thought that he thought the price was too low, so he said directly without a test: "Two hundred taels!" That's the bottom line, if you still don't agree, just do it. ”

Obviously, this official is not a business material, how can he report a low price. It was also thanks to his gift, Jiang Tian, who was originally a little hesitant, signed the patent transfer letter very happily, and it was already two hundred taels, even if the other party was digging a pit to harm himself, this pit had to jump down, otherwise he didn't know when he would be able to earn this amount.