This time the uproar was louder, there were a few people in Qunxian Fang who didn't know Wang Chouniu's, Ugly Cow Huokang, "White Fox", overwhelming Fang Qingshan, it can be said that it is a new generation of small Wenqu stars, many parents plan to send their children to "Mingde College" in the spring of next year, so as to get some Wenqu Xing's literary atmosphere, even if Wenqu Xing is impossible, when Wang Chouniu becomes an official, his own child is also his junior brother, and he can take care of one or two things.

Su Bai's face darkened, how could this dead fat man say everything, didn't he already change his name to Wang Xing a few days ago, how could he dare to say that he was the second owner, and he still planned to be an official!

Wang Fatzi saw the surprised crowd in the audience and smiled: "Then I won't talk any more nonsense, start guessing the lantern riddle now, and wait until the day you come to our chat, I believe it will definitely make you satisfied!" Su Bai didn't listen to the rest of the nonsense, Wang Fatzi began to talk about lantern riddles, Su Bai sighed, and continued to draw the curtain, I don't know if this will affect his own official.

Wang Fatzi is easy to do these things, as if he was born for this kind of scene, Su Bai can hear him talking in the room, in a quarter of an hour, ten vouchers were sent out, this is still the beginning of everyone's distrust, if everyone is so enthusiastic at the beginning, I am afraid that twenty yuan will also be sent out.

Wang Fatzi hugged his fists and said: "Fathers and fellow villagers, the next lottery will be carried out after the storytelling, and friends who have not drawn vouchers please don't leave first", and he retreated after speaking, just after a while, this fat man was sweating, and Su Baizhi was worried about the sudden death of this fat man! Su Bai hadn't heard Mr. Guo tell a story, so he put down the paintbrush in his hand and ran to the door to sit on the threshold with Erniu and them, looking at Mr. Guo in the stage.

Mr. Guo is very fan, he is not in a hurry to tell a story when he comes to sit in the field, it stands to reason that there should be two sentences of fixed poems at this time, and then he knocks on the wake-up wood, these things Su Bai forgot to teach him before, Mr. Guo is not in a hurry, he tidied up his clothes in an orderly manner, and gradually, the noise below became smaller, and they all stared at the person in front of him who was sorting out his clothes.

Mr. Guo saw that there was no sound in the audience, and laughed, although he was not very outstanding, but when he smiled, there was a sense of affinity that made people want to be close, and such a person was born with an advantage in the service industry. Mr. Guo coughed lightly and said: "The contemptible surname is Guo, our owner just said, the story I want to tell this time is called "The Legend of the White Snake", I believe that there are folks who have heard of it, and there are relatives and friends who have not heard of it. Next, please whisper! It was said that ..... more than a thousand years ago".

Su Bai stared at Mr. Guo and found that he was really a storyteller, not only able to grasp the whole scene, but also to take the time to interact with the underground audience, such as asking the audience if they had ever seen a big snake, and how big a snake was if they had seen it? and so on, the underground audience is also fascinated by listening, although they have heard some stories of "The Legend of the White Snake" before, but they have only listened to some fragments, how can Mr. Guo tell it in such detail, just tell this white snake how many snake scales there are.

The story is even more attractive, Xiaoqing steals silver, changes the government, security pills, there is no trace of the small stories spliced together, the people below have stood for a long time, and their legs are sore and they are reluctant to leave, so they just sit cross-legged on the ground and listen.

The fine tradition of our country was embodied at this time, the people who were wandering on the street, saw a group of people around here, and came to see the excitement when they were curious, and then they were reluctant to leave after hearing the story, and the circle of the crowd was so big in a circle, and finally it almost blocked the entire road, Jingjie Wuhou saw this situation and hurried over, when he knew that it was a chatter who said that people were still a little unimpressed when telling the story, let Wang Fatzi go to evacuate the crowd, and not block the road.

Wang Fatzi had no choice, first secretly stuffed some silver for Wuhou to forgive him, and then asked the running hall to come out to maintain the order of the scene. Fortunately, it was time for the lottery again, when Mr. Guo stepped down, the people woke up like a dream, and the camp was blown up with a bang, although Datang also has a story, but it is nothing more than a ghost on the mountain, and was later stabbed to death by a warrior with a sword. How can "The Legend of the White Snake" be so enjoyable, in order to repay the favor, he was his wife to Xu Xian, and he also knew how to spell, and he even had a sister-in-law who could steal silver, if he had it? Hey, hey, hey....

Su Bai nodded secretly, this storyteller is good, it seems that even if you don't have to go out by yourself, there should be no problem, and you really can't be kind to everything. asked Xiaobao to bring Mr. Guo a glass of water, and said that he must be thirsty for so long. Mr. Guo was not polite, but the water cup was drunk with his head up, Su Bai praised: "Mr. Guo's typhoon is good, but it doesn't look like the first time to tell a story", Mr. Guo laughed and said: "It's nothing more than Guo is thick-skinned, I can't see it", Mr. Guo is a very funny person, the two are also very happy to chat, the fat man outside is a little troublesome, the whole scene makes Mr. Guo driven, and now when it's the turn to guess the riddle, everyone is not in a hurry, and they are discussing the plot in "The Legend of the White Snake" with each other.

Wang Fatzi shouted several times, and few people paid attention to him at the beginning of the riddle, and when the quarter of an hour was over, there was only one voucher in his hand, and when Mr. Guo went out to take over, there were all cheering voices outside, which was in stark contrast to the noisy voice of Wang Fatzi just now.

Mr. Guo didn't speak, he still sat on the chair and sorted out his clothes, now everyone has learned smartly, knowing that the sooner they quiet down at this time, the sooner they can hear the story, seeing that everyone is quiet, Mr. Guo smiled and said: "The book is picked up, let's go back to the book and say...", looking at the more than 100 people below listening to Mr. Guo's story so quietly, Su Bai knew that he was definitely choosing the right choice in the entertainment industry, with his own future entertainment means, he would definitely be on the cake of the Datang entertainment industry, Bite off the biggest piece!

Wang Fatzi returned to Liaozhai, but the little guy handed over a sip of water and said: "Hey, let Mr. Guo adjust the atmosphere too well, no one will take care of me when I go out, this brand seems to be a little difficult to issue, why don't you let Mr. Guo stop first?" Su Bai shook his head and said: "It's better if it's not good, when you go out in a while, you will say that there will be the last nine pieces left, and we will now set a new rule, that is, only put twenty yuan out every day, only five days in total, and the activity will be over." Wang Fatzi understood in a blink of an eye that this was to keep guests, and nodded in agreement immediately.

Su Bai took out a few pennies in his arms and handed it to Wang Xiaobao and said: "You take it, take it through the back door and go to the crowd, and when Mr. Guo's story is about to be finished, you will shout loudly, and then throw the copper coin in your hand on the stage, you know?" Wang Xiaobao nodded and said: "Don't worry, young master", the habit of following the trend has existed from ancient times to the present, and even now many real estate sales are still using this method.

You see that Mr. Guo just said that the book for so long, there is no copper coin reward, in fact, the difference is just a beginning of the person, let Wang Xiaobao do this beginning, as long as everyone follows the trend, then Mr. Guo's reward will not come, Mr. Guo still has sick parents at home, if he can earn more, let him earn more, it's not easy...

Su Bai still has his own work to do, and the day after tomorrow Cheng Chumo is coming, how can he make all the scenes of the painting skin before he comes, not only these curtains, but also some smaller decorative props to make the stage appear more three-dimensional.

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"Good!" Three quarters of an hour later, Wang Xiaobao took the lead in applauding, and then the applause of others also sounded, followed by the sound of copper coins and even broken silver smashing on the stage. Wang Fatzi ran back with a smile: "It seems that our story is very popular with the people, hahaha, look at these rewards", after speaking, he pointed to the copper coins on the stage, Su Bai looked at it, there were at least two hundred Wen, and a few small pieces of broken silver.

Mr. Guo walked off the stage without even looking at it, what he wanted was such a fan, and those who ran away after a while would go over to pack up the money and hand it over to Mr. Guo.

Wang Fatzi smiled, walked up with a big belly, and the people at the bottom stopped doing it, and went straight down to Bang Wang, shouting: "Let Mr. Guo come out." "That's it, guess what kind of riddle, let Mr. Guo take it."

Wang Fatzi smiled and said: "Friends, bear with me, Mr. Guo has been talking for so long, why do you have to drink two sips of water to moisten your throat", the people in the audience heard it, this is also, that is, let anyone even talk for so long, I am afraid that my throat is about to smoke. A few runners also ran up, holding a broom and sweeping down the copper coins, Wang Fatzi said as if he hadn't seen anything: "Fortunately, with the support of all friends, we only put out twenty vouchers every day, and there are only nine places left today, and those who haven't participated should hurry."

The last nine pieces were all sent out in a quarter of an hour, and once again it was Mr. Guo's turn to take the stage, and the cheers of the underground could be heard even on other streets, and attracted some people to listen to the book, and even some vendors were selling goods next to it, this time Mr. Guo's storytelling time was extended, half an hour, so that Mr. Guo said two and a half hours a day, and then Wang Fatzi sent a voucher for half an hour, three hours a day is not long or short, just enough.

When Mr. Guo left the button, said that he knew what would happen next, and listened to the next decomposition, the people could be said to be turning back one step at a time, but they also knew the time, and after noon tomorrow, they would bring a small bench over and find a favorable seat!