Chapter 25: Regrets Through the Ages

After Wu Ji and his party left, they were overjoyed, Wu Jian, Wu Xing and other pro-soldiers opened their mouths and shouted happily!

"Brother Ji, we beat Liao Dog today!"

"We're fighting Liao dogs!"

"Liaogou has beaten us in the Great Song Dynasty for hundreds of years, and has been rampant in Xiongzhou for decades, and he has never beaten people like this, and he was so happy!"

A group of pro-soldiers, you say a word, and I tell a good mood. Even though it's just fighting, not killing enemies on the battlefield, they still feel very happy.

The border people hate the Khitan people the most, even if it is a small advantage, it is a very great thing for them, not to mention that they still beat the Liao soldiers with their own hands, they still beat them so coolly.

"If it weren't for the wrong timing, I'd have killed them!" Wu Ji also felt that he was proud of his eyebrows, his mind was comfortable, and he spoke a few degrees higher.

The group talked and laughed for a while, and then the excitement gradually faded, and Wu Jian asked, "Brother Ji, what are we going to do next?" ”

"Find an inn to stay in first, and then wander around the city." Wu Ji has heard of the prosperity of Xiongzhou, and now he sees it, its prosperity is far beyond his imagination, and his curiosity arises, so he must have a good look.

"Okay!" When Wu Jian and the others heard this, they were all overjoyed and overjoyed.

They are farmers in a small mountain village, and if it weren't for Wu Ji, they might not be able to get out of Wujiazhuang in their lives. Now, when I came to the most important city of the Song Dynasty in the north, it was a blessing that I had cultivated for eight lifetimes, and everyone was overjoyed and excited.

In the middle of the line, there is a "Grand Hyatt Inn" in front, the location is good, there are many rooms, live here, go to the city to visit, it is very convenient. Wu Ji decided to stay, and Wu Jian stepped forward and asked for a room.

Seeing that Wu Ji and them were many and extraordinary, the shopkeeper knew that they were not ordinary guests, so he hurriedly stepped forward to greet them and personally brought Wu Ji to the upper room.

Wu Ji went upstairs with the shopkeeper and asked: "Shopkeeper, I came to Xiongzhou for the first time, and I am not familiar with Xiongzhou, so I don't know what fun and lively places there are?" ”

"Guest officer, you don't know, Xiongzhou is a good place!"

The shopkeeper was busy smiling and introduced Wu Ji: "If you want to eat, although our shop has some delicious food, it can't reach Fanlou." This is the semicolon of Bianjing Fan Building, whether it is delicacies or wine, it is a treasure. If you want to buy something, you can go to the West Market, where there are mink skins from Liaodong, ginseng from Goryeo, jade from Kunshan in the Western Regions, pearls from Dashi, tortoiseshell from Persia, spices from overseas, and everything you need. If you want to talk about fun, it is still the East City, where there are countless Goolan Washers, beautiful women, good legends, storytellers, ......"

The shopkeeper is very familiar with Xiongzhou, and as soon as he opened the chatterbox, he couldn't hold it back, and gushed endlessly: "Guest officer, if you want a woman, there are a lot of Fan Lou, so you don't have to go to Goulan. ”

"Goolan Vasher, I'm going to go, I want to listen to the story." Tang Legend, Song Storytelling, is the predecessor of modern storytelling. When I came to Xiongzhou, it would be a pity if I didn't go to see some storytelling.

"Storytelling! Storyteller! The shopkeeper thought that Wu Ji was thin-skinned, obviously looking for a woman, but he used this to cover up, and hurriedly echoed: "If you want to tell a story, the speaker is the most important, and a good speaker can tell a story that is not noticeable to people." Huo Sanwen, who is the most famous speaker in Xiongzhou, can go there if the guest officer wants to hear about it. ”

Those who comment on books are called speakers in the Song Dynasty.

"Thank you, I remember." Wu Ji nodded slightly.

After entering the house, Wu Ji saw that the bedding was complete, very clean, dry and well ventilated, and he was very satisfied. Put down his things, rest for a while, and take a group of soldiers out of the inn and go shopping.

The flow of people on the street is like a tide, the river is endless, and the shouting and selling sound is loud, and its prosperity makes Wu Ji, a person who is used to seeing a modern metropolis, surprised.

"Oh my God, it's so lively!"

"It's much more lively than our Wujiazhuang!"

The pro-soldiers opened their mouths wide one by one, as if Grandma Liu had entered the Grand View Garden, and her eyes were about to fall off in surprise.

"It's so lively! Brother Ji, where are we going? Wu Jian followed Wu Ji's side, and couldn't help but look at him, with a look of surprise.

"Do you want to listen to books, or do you want to buy something?" Wu Ji saw the surprised looks of these pro-soldiers in his eyes, and understood their feelings very well.

"Storytelling? Good storytelling! ”

Before Wu Jian could answer, some soldiers were busy expressing their opinions: "One year, a juggling artist came to Wujiazhuang and told us a passage about the Three Kingdoms, and I didn't even want to eat. ”

"Yes! Yes! ”

Several pro-soldiers were busy echoing, looking at Wu Ji with a look of anticipation.

Whether to buy things first, or to listen to the book, it's all the same, anyway, to get things done, Wu Ji understood their feelings, and said, "First listen to the book." Go to the East City and get tiles in the north. ”

"Okay!"

The pro-soldiers were excited, and their faces were full of red light. For those of them who came from peasant backgrounds, storytelling was fresh and very attractive, and they all accelerated their pace.

Under the leadership of Wu Ji, a group of people quickly rushed to Dongshi. As soon as he arrived in Dongshi, Wu Ji was a little dumbfounded, there are a lot of Goolan tiles here, row by row, at a glance, compared with the entertainment places of the modern metropolis, Tian Wazi, North Wazi, West Wazi, Xiao Wazi...... There are so many different names.

"Oh my God!"

Wu Jian and the others were very shocked, and when they looked around, they saw that there were more people here than on the street, and it was more lively. Here, it is a human and a human being, shoulder to shoulder, and if you are not careful, you will get lost.

Wu Ji felt like he was in a modern market.

"White Peony Performance!"

"Red Peacock Rap!"

"Gongsun Sword Dance!"

One after another shouted and shouted, and I saw many men with thick voices yelling and soliciting customers in front of the washer.

Wu Ji has a feeling that if it is in modern society, it must be a high-decibel horn that can't stop ringing.

Wu Ji and the others worked hard and squeezed out a fine sweat before they came to Beilongwazi. As soon as he arrived at the North Lane Wazi, Wu Ji's heart couldn't help but beat hard, there were many people in Dongcheng, and the most place was the North Lane Wazi, which was crowded with people, and it was very difficult to even turn around, which was still more than Nanjing Road Pedestrian Street.

"Oh my God!"

Wu Jian and the others let out an exclamation, and looked directly at the two big men who guarded the door, like an iron tower, powerful and powerful, and knotted muscles, at a glance, they knew that they were not easy to mess with.

It was these two big men who stopped the crowd, otherwise, they would have rushed in a long time ago.

"Huo San asked about the Three Kingdoms, which is about to start, is there anyone else?" A middle-aged man, about thirty years old, came out of the tile and yelled at the crowd.

"Yes!"

A roar sounded, deafening, like scorching thunder roaring in his ears, and Wu Ji was so shocked that his ear drums were buzzing.

"It's crazy!" Although Wu Ji has seen a lot of the madness of modern fans, he can't help but be a little surprised.

"There are a lot of people today, and the price has been raised, and one person is worth a penny." This middle-aged man is very good at trading, and he has the true character of a businessman, and he loses no time in blackmailing.

"One penny and one silver? Why don't you go and grab it? Immediately someone roared angrily.

"I'm just robbing, what's wrong? Do you like to listen or not? You don't listen, some people listen. The middle-aged man had his head raised and his chest straight, and frankly admitted that he was robbing.

"I've got twenty of them." Wu Ji took out a piece of silver and threw it over.

The middle-aged man threw the silver in his hand, very satisfied, and replaced it with a friendly smile: "This guest officer, please!" Hurry up, please! "The body is bowed at 90 degrees, and the body is placed very low, looking flattering.

Money can make ghosts grind, Wu Ji sighed with emotion: "Find me some better seats, make good tea, and wait for good students." ”

"That's, that's!" This middle-aged man was busy leading the way: "Guest officer, please!" You please! ”

"It's so expensive!" Wu Jian and the others have not yet gotten rid of the mentality of farmers, seeing that Wu Ji is spending so much money, it is really too big, his face is painful, and he is excited, and he is busy following behind.

"Guest officer, we are in the north of the tile, not only the book is good, but there are also many beautiful women." The middle-aged man hurriedly seized the opportunity to sell: "The guest officer wants to be in the hook bar, and he wants to take it out, even if the guest officer wants to redeem the girls." ”

Although the word Golan Vasher is linked, it has different meanings. The washer is large, while the hook bar is small. Each Vasher has a lot of hooks, which are equivalent to modern partitions, such as the hooks for listening to music and storytelling, and there are indeed many unsightly things, but they are not always the case.

"Forget it!" Wu Ji knew that there was a role similar to that of the Prostitution Dormitory in the Goolan Tile House, and he didn't think it was wrong.

"People are not romantic, the guest officer Yushu is in the wind, handsome and jade-faced, it is the age of romance, at this time is not romantic, when he is old, he can't be romantic, don't you regret it? Guest officer, do you want to find two girls, sing a little song, and taste wine? This middle-aged man lost no time in persuading.

Wu Ji waved his hand and looked fixedly, the hook of this storytelling is not small, enough to accommodate hundreds of people, and the seats are full.

The middle-aged man led Wu Ji and them to the private room, asked someone to bring tea, shook his head, such a generous guest, but did not squeeze out the oil and water, it was a pity, and after confessing, he withdrew.

Wu Ji sat down and smelled the fragrance of tea, this tea is very good, eating tea, listening to books, it is really refreshing.

"It's coming!"

At this moment, only a cheer rang out, and the listeners sat up straight, their faces excited.

I saw a man in his thirties, with a clear face, a pair of bright eyes, and an ordinary linen shirt, giving people a refreshing feeling and a bit of elegance.

This man is a well-known storyteller in the north lane, Huo San asked.

He walked quickly to the platform in front of him, glanced at it slightly, and slapped the wooden block in his hand on the table, making a crisp sound of "pop", and said loudly: "Anyway, Taoyuan Sanjie ......"

A well-known Taoyuan Three Knots was told to him, with a tone and frustration, and a sound and color, which is not inferior to modern storytellers.

Taoyuan Three Knots, Wu Ji is familiar with it, and when I hear it again, it still has a little more freshness. Wu Jian and the others were fascinated by what they heard, and they all pricked up their ears and opened their eyes wide, for fear of missing a word. It wasn't until Huo San finished asking that they came to their senses, and their faces were as excited as drunk.

"Huo Ye, let's do it again!"

The listeners were still unsatisfied and shouted in unison.

Huo Sanwen didn't speak, but looked at the listener.

"Huo Ye, after the Three Kingdoms, come to a legend, this is your rule." Immediately, some listeners thought that he didn't want to say it, and was busy reminding him.

"I'll just tell you a story of eternal regret!"

Huo Sanwen picked up the teacup, took a shallow sip, and finally agreed.

"Damn Liao dog!"

"Incompetent officials!"

As soon as Huo Sanwen's words fell, there was no cheering as Wu Ji imagined on the scene, but a curse sounded, and the listeners were extremely angry, as if they had dug up their ancestral graves, Wu Ji couldn't help but be surprised: "What is the regret of the ages?" ”