Old man Pan didn't continue to talk, but asked about the business of the shopkeeper's inn, asking every detail, just like investigating a case.

Xiao Yue itched to know about this money-making stunt, but this old man actually hung people's appetite and didn't talk about it, which was really annoying.

Sharpened her ears and listened to them chatting for a long time, but Xiaoyue didn't hear a reason.

Later, when the old man Pan went upstairs to rest, Xiao Yue cheekily pulled the shopkeeper and asked, "Shopkeeper, what is the origin of this old man to make you so respectful." The shopkeeper squinted at Xiao Yue and said, "Boy, you are still too shallow!" Xiao Yue hurriedly smiled: "Yes, what you always say is that I am only how old I am, what world can I see, and I dare to compare with the shopkeeper." "Living in this inn these days, Xiao Yue has also learned a lot from these polite words. After hearing this, the shopkeeper said proudly: "This old man has a background. Then, the shopkeeper was ostentatious, and talked about the origin of this old man for a long time, in fact, most of them talked about their glorious history, in fact, about this old man, Xiao Yue only got one information, that is, this old man is a person who writes books. What kind of stunt is writing a book, Xiao Yue thought, whether she can write a book or not, or a professional book, what kind of book does this old man write? Listening to what the shopkeeper said, this old man is not writing any professional books, but talking books. Xiao Yue was stunned at the time, isn't the book just a commonly known romance novel, is this also a stunt? No, there must be something she doesn't know. The shopkeeper looked at her confused, and said disdainfully, "Look, you don't understand!" turned around and left.

So, Xiao Yue took the time to find the shop Xiao Er and asked about the market of the book in this world, only to know that the book here is not a simple romance novel, a bit like a movie script or something. In this world, there are no TV or movies, but there are operas like Peking Opera. The common people usually have nothing to do, the rich people look at the performance of the book, and no matter how bad it is, they buy books written in the book to read, while the poor do not know how to read, and they do not have time to do anything for entertainment, filling their stomachs is the main purpose of life. Therefore, the book is a very popular entertainment project in this world, integrating rap and reading.

And this old man Pan is a very famous author of the book in the world, no one knows his real name, and his pen name is Pan An.

When Xiaoyue heard this name, she was immediately happy, Pan An, this can also be the same name.

Although this old man Pan is very famous, but there are not many people who know his true face of Lushan, the authors of the books are incognito, I don't know if it's because the manuscript fee is too high for fear of thieves, or for fear of retaliation from people with the same experience in the plot, anyway, the authors of these books are very low-key, and most readers are only in the name of the person.

This is also one of the reasons why the innkeeper is urging him to blow, because more than ten years ago, this old man Pan was recognized by readers in his store, so he also knew this old man Pan and asked for an autographed book, which is a very honorable thing for the shopkeeper. And Xiao Yue is a person who has never read any books at all, so she has not had Pan An's name at all, and has become a person who has never seen the world in the mouth of the shopkeeper.

Xiao Yue walked to the room while thinking, thinking that she had read countless books since she was a child, but she had read too few books like novels, and she really hated less books when she used them, but reading less doesn't mean that she hadn't seen them, and she had also seen some movies, serials or something, maybe she could find a way to put her writing interest in the book, how to say that this is also a way to make money. But I can't write, and I don't have creative skills, and I'm not famous, who will read it?

Looking back carefully at the novels I still remember reading, there are those left in addition to the four famous novels.

Thinking about it, I walked to the door, thinking that I had walked to the house so quickly today, and as soon as I pushed the door open, I saw that the layout of the house was a little wrong, and it turned out that I had gone to the wrong door. A sentence automatically came out of his mouth: "Sorry to interrupt." "I was about to turn around and leave.

I heard someone in the house reply: "It's okay, young man, walk and watch the way." When Xiao Yue heard it, such a neutral voice was not the old man Pan.

Hurriedly raised up, and saw the old man holding a teacup in his hand, looking at her carefully, in fact, today he entered the door, ate and talked with the shopkeeper, he paid attention to this young man, he was not outstandingly dressed, thin and delicate, but he had a little aura and intelligence, which made him look sideways.

Satsuki didn't know whether to talk further, and stood at the door a little hesitantly.

The old man seemed to see through her thoughts, and said, "It's okay to come in and sit down." Xiao Yue was overjoyed when she heard this, and crossed the threshold and stepped into the door.

The old man smiled and said, "The door is open, just to breathe." ”

Xiao Yue walked to the table of eight immortals in front of the old man. "Sit down, you're welcome, you're not a restrained person. The old man picked up the empty teacup on the table, poured it and handed it to Satsuki.

Xiao Yue took the cup with both hands and thanked her again and again. The old man happened to look carefully at this simple young man, who was of average appearance, short in stature, delicate in figure, lacking in manhood, simple in his behavior, dignified in manners, and most importantly, his eyes twinkled like reflected stars.

Xiao Yue moistened her throat with tea, she knew that Old Man Pan was looking at her and waiting for her to speak, and every word she said now was related to her future livelihood, and she didn't dare to take it lightly.

Satsuki feels that every day here is a new challenge, and she needs to understand this new world, understand how to survive here, and continue to live here with her own abilities.

So she said what she thought to Old Man Pan without concealing it.

She said that she and her sister came here to escape the war, but there was no means to continue to survive, hoping that Old Man Pan could take her as an apprentice, and no matter how bad it was, she hoped to make a fight and earn some silver to make a living.

Old man Pan said that he never accepts apprentices easily, and it takes talent and patience to write a book. He currently has only one apprentice, and he only recognized it after ten years of investigation, and Xiaoyue's apprenticeship is not something that can be achieved in a day. However, he needs to know what skills Satsuki has to consider if he can let her help earn some living expenses temporarily. According to the old man, he didn't come to Luodai Town this time to enjoy the mountains and rivers but for a purpose, after all, this is not far from the place where the war broke out, but his newly written book needs some local materials, he is here to collect style, but he is not a philanthropist, he needs Xiaoyue's ability to really help him.

Xiao Yue weighed her abilities and found that apart from writing a few dry academic papers, she didn't have any other specialties. However, the novels and stories that Xiaomi has read can be used in this world, but they can't be plagiarized, so they say that they have heard it. Since this old man is here to collect style, he must want to hear some folk customs or ghost stories circulated among the people. So, Xiaoyue panicked, saying that although she was illiterate, her grandmother, who had brought her up since she was a child, had told her a lot of stories, and she could tell them to Old Man Pan one by one. Old man Pan was indeed very interested when he heard her say this, so he agreed that if there was a good story, he could buy her to tell the story in the way of a copper plate for a story.

Xiaoyue found that making money also needs opportunities, and the old man Pan she met was her God of Wealth.

The two immediately agreed to borrow two bamboo chairs from the shopkeeper next to the willow tree of this nameless inn every day after dusk to carry out the night entertainment project of Xiaoyue's storytelling.

Xiao Yue returned to her room and smiled, but Xiao Lan was locked in the house by her every day, and she could only beg her to share her happy things quickly. Xiaoyue told Xiaolan about meeting Old Man Pan one by one, Xiaolan didn't expect such a good thing, but she was worried about whether she would meet a liar. Satsuki said that I just opened my mouth and there was nothing else to deceive. Xiaolan thought that this was the same reason, but she was worried that Xiaoyue had no story to tell and would not be able to earn that copper plate. Xiao Yue said affirmatively, don't worry, I know this matter in my heart.

Looking back, Xiao Yue began to think about how to make money for this storytelling, there are only a few novels and books she reads, and there are not many that she can remember, and the most impressive are the four famous novels. But the price negotiated with Old Man Pan is a copper plate money for a story, thinking about it, I still think that "Journey to the West" is more cost-effective, ninety-nine eighty-one is difficult, there are eighty-one stories, and there are 81 copper plates for copper plates, in addition to the boat fare to Yingjun, they also have 61 copper plates left for food and accommodation, think about it, although they have not suddenly become rich, but they can temporarily alleviate the predicament.

The next day, Xiaoyue recalled the general storyline of Journey to the West during the day, prepared the content of the story to be told like she used to go on stage to talk about her own thesis manuscript, and arrived at the inn at dusk as scheduled, met Old Man Pan, and carried out Xiaoyue's storytelling night entertainment. On this day, Xiaoyue told three stories in one breath, namely the first appearance of the Monkey King, apprenticeship and official Feng Bi Ma Wen. Originally, Old Man Pan didn't have any hope for Xiaoyue's story, but he just felt that if he could listen to it, he couldn't listen to it, so he just excused himself, but after listening to these three stories, Old Man Pan felt that the story told by Xiaoyue was not simple. He, Pan An, is over sixty years old, has written countless books and read countless books, but he has never heard a fantasy like the story told by Xiaoyue. So, he asked Satsuki to accompany him to the countryside and go up to the mountains every day to collect wind, and in his spare time, he told him all the stories of the mountain ghosts that Satsuki called Journey to the West, and then exchanged each story for a copper plate, which was changed to pay her 10 copper plates every day.

Xiao Yue thought to herself that it would be okay to finish talking earlier and make money and leave this place.

After 10 days of telling like this, the story of Journey to the West was finished, but Old Man Pan was still unsatisfied, and then asked Xiaoyue about the author and the details of the story. Xiao Yue could only vaguely say that this story was told by her grandmother, it is said that it was a story told by an old gentleman surnamed Wu, but the details of the story, especially when he asked why Sun Wukong had the first master who was a Taoist priest and the second master was a monk, when Xiao Yue found that he couldn't say it clearly, so he said that he had also heard about it, but he couldn't remember it very clearly, and he fooled the past.

Xiaoyue actually has other calculations in her heart, living in this place for 10 days and spending 10 copper plates, eating and drinking for two people is 10 copper plates, and it is also very tiring to accompany the old man to the countryside every day, and he has to add 5 copper plates to dinner at night, thinking about it, it is not cost-effective to continue to tell stories. Therefore, after she got 100 copper plates, that is, one tael of silver, she told Old Man Pan that there were other stories she knew, but now she and her relatives were going to the imperial city of Yingjun to do some things, and she would tell him the story when she was destined to meet him again in the future.

And the old man felt that Xiao Yue definitely had a good story in his stomach that he hadn't heard, so he thought about it in his heart and said: "I haven't finished the new book yet, I can't leave here, I have a small house to settle in the imperial city of Yingjun, at the end of the forest lane, there is a stone lion at the door, usually only one housekeeper is taking care of it, if you want to go to the imperial city of Yingjun, I can borrow you to live, but the premise is that the next story is not allowed to be told to others before telling it to me." ”

Xiaoyue felt that this old man was really a fan of stories, and when she heard a good story, she could lend her a house to live in, and she couldn't shirk this kind of free good thing, so she had to agree. Lao Tzu took off the jade pendant he was carrying, and told Xiao Yue that the housekeeper's surname was Huang, and this jade pendant was equivalent to a token, and then explained that Xiao Yue and Xiao Lan got on the merchant ship to the imperial city.

At this time, the war on the side of Dongshan has been ignited, and the town of Luodai often has the latest front-line battle report information, and Xiaoyue lives in the town and hears a lot, as if the British army has won more and lost less, but the two sides are also prepared for a long time, and it seems that this war is not easy to end for a while.

Looking at the smaller and smaller town of Falling Belt on the ship's board, Satsuki thought that she was finally far away from the land of right and wrong.