Tonight, many people in Luoyang are talking about laughing at the rivers and lakes, there was a lack of entertainment news in ancient times, today Zhang Jie started talking like this, and he passed on ten to hundreds, and in a few days, Luoyang would become a household name, thinking of this Zhang Jie was laughing in his dreams.

In another courtyard in Luoyang, Cai Yong was playing the piano, and what he played was a laugh in the sea. Father, what kind of tune are you? It feels novel as if you haven't played it before, Cai Zhaoji looked at her father playing a strange tune and asked, Cai Yong replied with a smile, I met a strange boy in the restaurant today who is about 20 years old, telling a story to attract the audience, it should be a poor scholar. The story is very good and exciting, this laughing and proud song should be composed by him, and his righteous brother looks fierce and vicious. It was supposed to be a warrior, but the teenager was telling stories loudly in the hotel and playing the piano seemed to be deliberately attracting the audience. I just don't know what his purpose is. If Zhang Jie heard him say this, it was estimated that he might vomit blood, and he really didn't dare to underestimate the ancients.

Cai Yan asked curiously: What is the story, Cai Yong told Zhao Ji what he heard and saw, the more he listened to Zhao Ji, the more curious he became, what kind of strange person would tell such a wonderful story, although the story is all about fighting and killing, the strangest thing is that such a beautiful tune also says that the combination of piano and flute is the most perfect. Could it be that Liu Zhengfeng and Qu Yang really have their own people? I heard that I would continue to talk tomorrow, so Cai Yan made up his mind to listen to it tomorrow. I heard my father say that his name is Zhang Jie Zhang Shimin, a beautiful name, helping the world and saving the people!

The same thing is spreading, the next morning, Zhang Jie got up early, and then after eating, he has been preparing for class, and he is afraid that he will not be able to remember the previous storyline when he has to give a lecture in the afternoon, in fact, he read the book Xiaoao Jianghu twice when he was in junior high school. Then I watched a lot of TV series. I should remember it, but it's always a good idea to prepare for class.

In the evening, Zhang Jie and Wei finally came to Luoyang Building, and as soon as they walked into the hall on the first floor, there were no less than 200 people, and even the handrails of the stairs on the second floor were full of people, which reminded Zhang Jie of the big classes in the department when he was in college. The shopkeeper came over and waved his hand and saluted, Mr. is here, Zhang Jie said: The shopkeeper is polite, and he said that he will be trustworthy when he comes today, please, I didn't expect the podium to be set. There was also a piano on the podium, when Zhang Jie stood on the stage to bow to everyone and then sat down, I saw a fingertip jumping and a plucked piano sound, when Zhang Jie's lyrics of "a laugh in the sea" were sung, there were actually many people holding pens to remember.

Cai Yan stood on the second floor, holding the armrest and looking down, only to see that after playing the song twice, Zhang Jie slapped it on the table with his hand! Dao: Yesterday I talked about Liu Zhengfeng and Qu Yang ensemble Xiaoao Jianghu song, and then handed over Qu Pu to Linghu Chong, at this time Songshan sent Fei Bin to Songyang, killed Liu Qu and the two, and then Xiaoxiang night rain is great, kill Fei Bin, slowly as the story goes deeper, the more everyone listens to it, the more they want to listen, this talk was talked about for a whole morning, two hours until Linghu Chong entered Meizhuang to defeat the four friends of Meizhuang. , and when he was competing with any of me, Zhang Jie suddenly stopped. Dao: If you want to know the result of the sword competition, please listen to the next decomposition, which has whetted everyone's appetite, Zhang Jie said, three days later, Luoyang Lou will continue to tell, at this time some people are depressed, and some people leave with the story written down in the notes. Cai Yan didn't say hello to Zhang Jie, and was about to get into the carriage and leave.

Suddenly, Zhang Jie came over and shouted: Son-in-law, please stay. In fact, Zhang Jie had already seen Cai Yan, but he didn't know who it was? A beautiful woman with such a temperament has to say hello when she comes to cheer, no.

Cai Yandao: I don't know what advice Mr. has?

Zhang Jie took out the courage of the future generations and said: Miss is polite, just call me Shimin. The young lady looks a lot like me, an old man, and he almost recognized the wrong person just now.

Cai Yan took a closer look at Zhang Jie, he looked very handsome, he looked very handsome, and his nose was very high. Suddenly blushing and said: Mr. said goodbye, then bowed and got into the carriage and left.

Zhang Jie didn't expect to leave so soon, and watched the carriage leave with his head stretched out, as if he was reluctant to turn back.

What's wrong? A voice asked. Zhang Jie thought it was Dian Wei

Casually said:

The crowd looked for her thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the person was in the dim light!

Just listen to the hum!!

Zhang Jie looked back and saw that it was Cai Yong. It's bad, don't let this old man think I'm a disciple, then it's troublesome, and I won't have to play in the future.

Old man Cai left without saying a word.

Back at the restaurant, Zhang Jie and Dian Wei ordered a few dishes and began to eat in large pieces. At this time, the shopkeeper came over and said to Zhang Jie, Mr. Zhang is talented, the story is wonderful, but can Mr. be able to talk in this store for a long time in the future? Of course, Zhang Jie knew what calculations he was playing, and he just wanted to keep him here like a courtesan to attract customers. Zhang Jie waved his hand and said, the shopkeeper was polite, he only came to Luoyang Building occasionally to eat, and by the way, he told the story only to send away. The shopkeeper thinks that if you tell a story by the way, you will attract customers so much, if you go to another restaurant to tell the story, won't all the guests run away?

So he pretended to laugh and said, why don't Mr. tell a story and give Mr. a tea fee? Hearing this, Dian Wei's eyes straightened, and said, I don't know how much Mr. gave, seeing that Zhang Jie didn't make a sound, how about the shopkeeper's Tao every class and one gold in the morning? To be honest, Zhang Jie is a little moved, now the two of them are almost penniless, a class is a gold, almost 20,000 yuan, but this is not a glorious thing in this era, it is completely different from the lectures of later generations, just like a geisha, but the name is better.

The shopkeeper saw that Zhang Jie did not refuse, nor did he agree, and said: Mr. has great talent, if he tells stories for a long time, he is indeed wronged. Why don't Mr. tell a story here, and I will find an opportunity for Mr. to meet with the owner and let the owner recommend Mr. to join the company? Hearing that Zhang Jie could enter the career of Zhang Jie, Zhang Jie's eyes lit up, and said: I don't know who the owner of the shopkeeper is? The shopkeeper heard that he was asked about the owner, and said with pride on his face: Zhongchang served Zhang Houye's nephew Zhang Fugongzi.

Hearing this, Zhang Jie was stunned, no wonder Luoyang Building was so prosperous, no one dared to make trouble, it turned out that this background was deep, wasn't Zhang Houye, the regular servant? One of the top ten permanent servants, the world's largest eunuch, the power leans towards the government and the opposition, Emperor Liu Hong of the Han Dynasty said that Zhang Rang is like my father Zhao Zhong is like my mother, and they both have been sealed, Zhang Rang is a eunuch and has no son, so isn't his nephew almost the same as his son? Then Zhang Rang can be regarded as the owner, and the status of merchants in the Han Dynasty is not as good as that of farmers and craftsmen. But business comes quickly, so the big families have commercial industries, but they don't come forward to manage in the background, and the shopkeeper is to help the Zhang family manage the hotel, and the power is quite big, and he has the final say in the general restaurant. Thinking of this, Zhang Jie stood up and saluted and said, there is a recommendation from the shopkeeper Lao, and he will never forget the grace of the recommendation. The shopkeeper nodded and said: Mr. use it slowly, and it will be free to eat and drink in this store in the future.

In this way, Zhang Jie told stories every few days in Luoyang. The Jin Daxia of later generations told a few, and occasionally made a few poems, and slowly became a little famous in Luoyang, and there were a few pieces of gold cakes around him, and it was almost the New Year, this was the first year in the late Han Dynasty, the sky was snowing heavily, and many celebrities in Luoyang today went to Cai Yong's house to participate in the poetry meeting. Zhang Jie left Dian Wei in the inn, and he went alone, but when he got to the door, Cai's subordinates asked for an invitation, Zhang Jie had this, so he said: Mr. Cai has made an appointment, there has never been an invitation, but the subordinates still do not let in, at this time Cai Yan's personal maid Xiaohong came back from outside, just saw Zhang Jie to recognize it, she often accompanied the young lady to listen to the book to recognize Zhang Jie, and said to the next person that this is Mr. Zhang Jie, the master knows, there is no need to invite the card, the next person is released, and when he comes to the hall, Zhang Jie is also very worried. Because I came late, the large living room was full, including, Lu Zhi, Yang Biao, and Ma Richan. There are also a lot of bachelors.

Zhang Jie came to the middle of the hall, bowed first, and said: , After learning the end, meet Mr. Cai, I heard that Mr. Cai held a poetry meeting uninvited, please forgive me, Mr. seniors, Cai Yong also likes Zhang Jie to learn, Dao Shimin is polite, please sit, at this time, a maid took a cushion Zhang Jie knelt and sit, and saw the maid Xiaohong go directly to Cai Yan, Miss Mr. Zhang also came? That Zhang Xianxian? Cai Yan asked, is it Mr. Zhang who tells the story in Luoyang Building, is it him? Cai Yan's face flushed inexplicably, and said: I know, and then secretly went to the back hall to listen to what they said.

At this time, I only heard that there was humanity in the lobby, and I heard that Mr. Shimin was only profound, and I don't know what great work there is today?

Yes! I haven't been to any academy in Xia, let alone a great talent, I just know a few words, and I recognize everyone and laugh, hum! It turned out that he was here to entertain so-and-so, and this person said with an unhappy face!

In fact, in the eyes of these people, Zhang Jie is just a lowly artist, and he can't be on the stage.

At this time, another student said: It turned out that he was not a Confucian scholar, and he thought that you were really talented, but it turned out that he was just a storyteller who cheated in the restaurant. Hearing this, Zhang Jie's murderous eyes flashed. But he quickly endured it, and if he couldn't bear it, he would make a big plan. Dao: , do you know the ambition of the bird?

The man: Humph! , the geisha of the library, Ann dares to speak of the ambition of the bird?

Zhang Jie said with a smile: Wei was just a slave when he was a teenager, Han Xin was only a halberd, Wei Ziya was only a fisherman, and Emperor Bengao was only a pavilion chief, how could you say that he would like to call? What a child's opinion!

This person made Zhang Jie say that his face was red, and he didn't know how to object. Cai Yong didn't hear it and pretended not to know.

At this time, there was another scholar, who said: If you don't know Confucianism and don't know the Six Classics, how can you smelt the world? Everyone nodded with pride on their faces, Zhang Jie felt thousands of Nyima in his heart, who did Lao Tzu offend? So targeting me? But still nod yes!

Dao: Dare to ask Mr. Daming, this gentleman looks arrogant. Dao: Yan Gang, Yan Zhongping, Zhang Jie thought about it, I haven't heard of it, maybe it will be a passerby in the future, so I said: Does Mr. Yan know that Confucianism has the Confucianism of a gentleman and the Confucianism of a villain? The Confucianism of a gentleman, loyal to the monarch and patriotic, keeping the good and evil, making sure that Ze and the time will leave his name for future generations. - Ruofu villain's Confucianism, but only carving insects, full-time workers Hanmo; Youth is endowed, and the head is poor; Although there are a thousand words in the pen, there is really no plan in the chest. And if Yang Xiong is famous for his articles, and he stoops to be reckless, he will inevitably die in the cabinet, this so-called villain's Confucianism; Although ten thousand words are given every day, what can I take!

Everyone saw that Zhang Jie's mouth was so sharp, and this Yan Gang had fallen into Xiao Confucianism by himself. Yan Gang almost didn't vomit blood.

Zhang Jie's heart is also happy, fortunately, the Romance of the Three Kingdoms has not been watched less, this Zhuge Kongming's mouth is really tricky, and he scolds people without dirty words.

Cai Yan in the back hall thought that this Zhang Jie was so good, and everyone didn't dare to speak a few words.

At this time, Cai Yong was afraid that everyone would be embarrassed, so he said: The people of the world are high. At this time, Lu Zhi continued, Shimin has far-sightedness, today is a poetry meeting, there are a lot of plum blossoms in the courtyard of Bojiao, just now everyone wrote a lot of poems, all of them are based on plum themes, so please make a poem for Shimin too.

Zhang Jie wanted to scold his mother in his heart, Lao Tzu knows how to write a fart poem, he learned a few Tang poems in junior high school, and he can't remember all of them, but he still remembers some of this Yongmei's poems, so he said: Master Lu has a fate, dare not obey his fate? At this time, Lu Zhi and Lu Zigan were Shangshutai Shangshu and had great power.

Zhang Jie was thinking about poems related to Mei, most of them were five-character poems in the Han Dynasty, either fu or short lyrics. For example, Cao Cao has many short lyrics that have been passed down to future generations. In fact, there are many poems by Yongmei, but the best ones are in line with the current mood. It is a five-word poem that belongs to Wang Anshi, when Wang Anshi's reform failed, and the plum blossom was used as a metaphor for noble quality and tenacious vitality. A moment later.

Zhang Jie pointed out the plum blossom road in the distance:

There are a few plums in the corner, and Ling Han opens it alone.

After a few more steps: I know that it is not snow, but there is a dark fragrance.

When he finished reading the last sentence, he saluted with both hands and said: The boy still has some things to do, so don't bother the princes, and take his leave. After pretending to be forced, dare to run away, lest you have to fight the landlord again. In fact, storytelling in a restaurant is a kind of high-level geisha in front of these big shots, they can cheer, but they will never recognize that you are very noble, Zhang Jie has no choice, he has to support himself, he can't do anything except acting, acting, etc. I don't know how to do business, and I don't have the capital. What kind of cement, sugar, salt, soap or something is pulled by others, he can't do it, he can't write it, he can't do it, he can't do it, he looks like he is very good. But I know my own ability.

When everyone listened to him chant this Yongmei poem, they felt that the poems written by everyone today were rubbish. Lu Zhidao: Daxian is hidden in the wilderness, this son's heart is like steel, he is not angry when he is humiliated, and he has a broad vision. The future is limitless. Cai Yong nodded in agreement.

Cai Yan in the back hall felt that Zhang Jie was humiliated, and there was an inexplicable distress in his heart. Teary-eyed.

It was snowing heavily, and Zhang Jie walked alone, letting the north wind blow his face. I felt the tears slipping down my breath. My parents, who missed the afterlife, didn't know what happened to them, so I held back my tears, took a deep breath and walked to the inn.

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