At this time, the teahouse is still open, at this time people are generally used to eat two meals, this is not a meal, but a good time to eat snacks and drink tea, there should be a lot of customers, but at this time there are only seven or eight people sitting in the store, two or three sit around the high platform, and the other four or five are sitting in a farther place in twos and threes, talking and chatting by themselves. A seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy dressed as a shopkeeper also stood lazily aside, waiting for the guest to summon.

There was a storyteller in his fifties on the stage who was telling a story, thinking that there were few people listening, even the storyteller was also boring, and his voice was very small, anyway, Du Jinning was standing at the door, and he couldn't hear what he was saying.

"Let's go, go in and have a look." Du Jinning wanted to know what kind of book the storyteller here was talking about.

The four of them walked in, found a random place in front of the stage, sat down, and listened carefully to the man's story. When Xiao Er saw Qi Muyuan, he immediately got up, came over with a teapot and a tea bowl, brewed a bowl of tea for each, and then turned around to bring a plate of dried peanuts and fried melon seeds and put them on the table.

Everyone didn't care, listening to the storyteller tell the story, but after listening to a few words, everyone was not interested.

This storyteller is talking about a very old-fashioned story of talented and beautiful women, and the storyline is not brilliant, no wonder the customers in the store look uninterested.

Guan Jiaze grew up in Lishui County since he was a child, and he likes to read stories, so he is no stranger to these storytelling occasions.

He explained to Du Jinning: "These storytellers do not have a high income, and part of the income comes from the monthly money given by the teahouse owner, and part of the income comes from the rewards of the guests. If you say it well, you can also mix food and clothing; If you don't say it well, you will only be able to make ends meet for yourself, and it will be difficult to even support your family. So they don't have the money to go to the bookstore and spend hundreds of dollars to buy a script, and it's all their own stories. There are a lot of things to make up, and there are just a few routines that come and go. Of course, there are also some storytelling content such as romances handed down by the masters, but after saying too much, the guests can memorize it, and everyone is impatient to listen. ”

This is also the reason why Du Jinning said that he wanted to buy a teahouse, and Guan Lehe agreed without saying a word. With the script written by Du Jinning, the business of this teahouse will definitely not be bad.

The Guan family's money is not blowing in the wind, if Du Jinning's suggestion is not reliable, he will naturally not let these children fool around.

At this point, the storyteller had finished a paragraph and stopped, expecting the guest to give a reward. But two of the guests ignored him and sat there drinking tea by themselves. Only one guest, who threw two pennies on the stage, got up and left.

"Thank you, thank you." Mr. Storyteller picked up the copper coin, sighed lightly, and turned back to the backstage.

Du Jinning was about to get up, when he saw a person come out of the backstage quickly, walked up to Qi Muyuan and gave a salute: "Young master." He bowed to the three of them again, "Hello three young masters." ”

This person was the old servant in his forties who he saw at Guan Lehe two days ago.

Qi Muyuan had a lot of respect for this old servant, and he had already stood up and introduced it to everyone: "This is our housekeeper Yuan An. The names of Du Jinning and the three were also introduced.

Yuan An said with a smile: "Young Master Guan and Young Master Du have met the old slave, but Young Master Zhang has seen it for the first time. The old slave asked the three young masters to be safe. This teahouse was bought by our young master yesterday, I wonder if the three young masters think it is appropriate? ”

Zhang Guan and both of them shook their heads.

Needless to say, Zhang Hongwen is a farmer, and he came to the city to study, and he has no money and no time to come to this kind of place. This is the first time in his life that he has entered a teahouse.

And even if Guan Jiaze comes to the teahouse a lot, he can't say anything bad about coming - aren't all teahouses like this? A large room with a few or a dozen tables set up, and everyone sits and drinks tea. At most, there is a difference between whether there is a storyteller or not.

Du Jinning stood up and looked at the tables of the guests, and saw that they were all dried peanuts and fried melon seeds, and there was nothing else.

She turned her head and asked Yuan An, "Uncle Yuan, what refreshments do you still have in this shop?" ”

Yuan Bo was stunned for a moment, pointed to the two things on the table and said, "That's all." ”

Seeing Du Jinning frowning, he said: "I also asked the original boss, and he said that the business is not good, and he can't sell the pastries when he buys them, and they are easy to spoil." These two dried fruits can be stored, so only these are provided. ”

Du Jinning was noncommittal.

She walked over to the high platform again and tried the sound, shaking her head.

When Mr. Storyteller was telling the story just now, she found out that this stage was only raised, and no sound reinforcement was done. Therefore, when the storyteller is telling a story, his voice cannot be transmitted at all, and he needs to speak loudly. And even if you say it loudly, you can't hear it clearly if you sit far away.

But after talking loudly for a long time, Mr. Storyteller's voice can't stand it.

Seeing her like this, the three of them all followed on stage, Guan Jiaze also tried the sound in the same way, but found nothing, turned his head and asked her curiously, "What's the matter?" Any questions? ”

Qi Muyuan also looked at her with black and white eyes.

Du Jinning said to Yuan An: "This teahouse will be closed for ten days first." You can find a few plasterers tomorrow and remodel this one. ”

"How?" Yuan An saw that his young master nodded his head and asked.

"Here, here, dig deeper. Find four more large water urns, and put them in two by two, and bury them in each of these two places. Du Jinning pointed to the two places in front of the platform.

"What's the use of that?" Guan Jiaze asked.

"Don't you want the sound to travel farther?" Qi Muyuan, who has always been silent, thought for a moment and asked.

Du Jinning nodded: "Exactly." ”

"How do you know?" Zhang Hongwen was curious. Du Jinning should have never entered the teahouse like him, right? How did he know how to remodel this table?

This is the megaphone used by the Jin Temple Water Mirror Platform that I saw in Taiyuan when I traveled in my previous life in the Ming and Qing dynasties.

Du Jinning replied in his heart, and said calmly: "I tried." If you bury the water urn in the soil like this at home, the sound can travel far and wide. ”

Everyone: "......"

Well, the argument is too strong to refute at all.

It's just, who has nothing to do at home to bury the water urn and play?

Du Jinning turned his head to look at Yuan An: "Uncle Yuan, do you have the four treasures of the study here?" ”

"Yes." Yuan An nodded, "In the back." ”

The group went into the back room, where there were two rooms, one of which was larger, probably the place where the original owner rested, and was well furnished; The other room was much more rudimentary, with only a table and two benches, and nothing else.

The old gentleman who had just told the story was sitting in a small room drinking tea. When he saw everyone coming in, he stood up and bowed.

"These are a few young owners." Yuan An introduced to him, and then turned his head to explain to everyone, "He wasn't there when I bought the teahouse yesterday, so I haven't seen my young master." He also introduced, "His name is Qian Dongbao." ”