Chapter 405: Storytelling (Eighth Watch)

Chapter 405

"It's not broken, I believe you already have a number in your hearts."

At this point, the storyteller stopped talking and began to pack up his things and prepare to leave.

"Don't, finish the story! So what happened to the prefect in the end? ”

Guest urging.

The storyteller also sighed: "I have only received these stories in this book, and I don't know anything else." ”

"What about this book? Where can I buy it? ”

The guest urged, for the sake of a story, and those who were worried about the money also decided to buy a copy of him.

The storyteller sighed: "What about the story...... It's too real, it's true, it's false...... Who knows? ”

"Shhhh

The people in the teahouse gasped, suspecting that this was not a fake story, but something that had really happened!

If so......

"Who is the prefect in the story?!"

"If a person, as an official, can really hide himself so deeply, so good, it's really terrible!"

"Those vain deaths are probably sleepless under the Nine Springs!"

Some of the listeners were already choked with tears of grief and indignation.

The cities, counties, and towns around Chengzhou are telling this story, and the influence of this story is somewhat large, and it is still spreading rapidly.

At this time, the Chengzhou Mansion of Chengzhou, which was surrounded in the center, was unaware, and when he knew that he was already famous all over the world, and when he knew it again, it would be too late to clean up the evidence!

The carriage swayed slowly for a month, and rested temporarily in the capital of Zhouzhou.

In the city of Zhouzhou——

In the capital city of Zhouzhou, which is named after the boat, there are two wharves, one large and one small, and the merchants, vendors, and pedestrians of the wharf people communicate like weaving, and it is difficult to clear a vacant land.

"The city next to the pier is really more prosperous than the side," Yunxi sighed.

Chengzhou capital city, because there is a small wharf, the number of people living in it has reached 80,000 people, and this Zhouzhou capital city has more people, looking at the dense number of people, there are hundreds of thousands, right?

If this is to go to the capital, how many people will it take?!

Yunxi watched the crowds on the streets, and the enthusiasm of the vendors was high, as if the next business had been done.

Yunxi walked to a stall to buy trinkets and wanted to communicate with the other party, and then she was dumbfounded.

She couldn't understand what the other person was saying.

When the people of Zhoucheng saw this, they immediately spoke with their fingers and gestured.

Yunxi: "......"

Is it said that this trinket hairpin costs two taels?

Such a one with wood and only a few silver wires, the price is a bit outrageous!

Yunxi waved his hand and retreated.

She suspected that the other party saw that she couldn't understand the dialect, so she deliberately made such a high bid.

Yunxi turned his head and found that Ling Heng was listening to others with his ears pricked up.

No way? Can the ability to understand a little bit be used to learn dialects?

If that's the case......

Yunxi's eyes flashed with stars and looked at Ling Heng, as long as Ling Heng learned, she could follow up and learn some more, and install garlic in this boat city!

Ling Heng felt the burning gaze and turned his head suddenly, just in front of Yun Xi's line of sight, his ears turned red, he resisted the urge to look away from Yun Xi, and asked, "Something?" ”

"Do you understand?"

Yunxi held his breath and looked at Ling Heng expectantly.

"There are some simple ones that can be understood," Ling Heng bowed.

"That's great! You studied hard and learned to teach me," Yunxi gave Ling Heng a thumbs up.

Ling Heng: "......"

He glanced at Yunxi in a daze and looked away.

Yunxi: "? ”

Is she putting too much pressure on him?

"Let's go to the inn first," Yunxi smiled embarrassedly.

The inn is in need, and the shopkeeper and Xiao Er both speak Beijing dialect, and in feudal society, the lingua franca is Beijing film.

It is somewhat similar to the Mandarin of later generations, but it likes to use the "er" sound, and it can be understood even if you listen carefully.

still opened two adjoining double rooms, locked them, and then left mica and two children in the inn not allowed to wander around, by the way to help watch the luggage.

The mica was very inexplicable, it suddenly became very quiet, and it didn't refute Yun Xi's words, Yun Xi was worried about whether the mica was brewing a big move.

(End of chapter)