Of course, if you want to tell the story, you are not in a hurry, Gray Mian has been doing his duty in the mountains during this time, and he is riding a gourd all over the mountain to collect morning dew, so he has to treat it.

Chengtianfu is rich in the world, all kinds of people and things can be seen here, and naturally there is no shortage of delicacies in the world, but some famous prices are naturally not cheap.

Yi Shuyuan now has some silver on him, although he didn't take it from Master Mo, but he also saved a lot of money during the time when he was telling stories in Mingzhou.

It is certainly not enough to spend this money lavishly in the capital, but it is more than enough for a few extravagances. It's just that after three days, the extravagance is a little too much.

This morning, Yi Shuyuan was walking on a street, and the ash on his shoulders whispered in his ear. "Sir, I ordered too many dishes yesterday, and if we continue like this, our silver won't last long....." "If you have the ability to make money, are you still afraid of starvation?"

Yi Shuyuan replied with a smile, not worried at all, just walking slowly in the city.

There are more people of all kinds in the capital than cow hair, and the change in the qi of many people is also a scenery in Yi Shuyuan's eyes. For example, when two people quarrel, looking at the change in the number of qi above their heads, it is clear who is strong outside and who is angry

Yi Shuyuan is now an achievement, walking in the red dust is like a fish swimming in water, and everything is the same

Flowing water swept past him, and it also contained some attention in his gaze.

Even so, Yi Shuyuan's demeanor is calm and extraordinary, although many people will ignore him inexplicably, but once they pay attention to him for some reason, they will subconsciously pay attention, even if they pass by, they will look back frequently.

And for these people, Yi Shuyuan will also look at them, some have outstanding humanities, some are obscure, some are at the top, and some are clear.....

As Yi Shuyuan walked and looked at the pharmacy on the side, the shouting on the street attracted his attention.

"Hey, ladies and gentlemen, if you are not in a hurry, please drink tea inside - our store is newly opened, and visitors will give a stack of melon seeds!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, can you quench your thirst with a pot of tea?"

Diagonally opposite is a small newly opened teahouse.

Two-storey high, covering an area of no more than twenty or thirty feet square, although it is not the kind of building pavilion, but a guy shouts and drinks very vigorously outside the teahouse.

Yi Shuyuan looked up and saw the plaque of the teahouse. "Muxin Tea House"

Yi Shuyuan whispered silently, this is the way of his heart, his pace changed, and he walked towards the teahouse diagonally opposite.

In a place like Beijing, it is not easy to open a store, and now the season is not beautiful, and the teahouse is a newly opened storefront, and there are not many visitors in the building.

Therefore, every guest is warmly entertained, and Yi Shuyuan is no exception.

Seeing Yi Shuyuan's outfit coming, when the other party stopped, he noticed that his guy stepped forward almost immediately. "Guest officer, please, the best tea will moisten your throat, the shopkeeper, a distinguished guest-"

The voice was loud but it didn't make Yi Shuyuan, who was nearby, feel harsh, this voice was probably specially practiced, so he couldn't help but praise professionalism in his heart.

And when they arrived at the teahouse, other guys immediately took over the task of entertaining. A guy with a rag on his shoulder greeted him, and the shopkeeper smiled at him.

"What kind of tea do you want from this guest officer? Our store can have the best Mingzhou fog green! ”

Yi Shuyuan glanced at the tables and stools in the building, although the tea was fragrant, there were few drinkers, and he was not in a hurry to ask for tea, but asked the people in front of the stage with a smile.

"Shopkeeper, I smell the fragrance of tea in the store, but there are not many customers inside, but the tea is too expensive?"

"Hey, what did you say, the store has only opened for a few days, and there are not many old customers, and the sky is not beautiful, this business still has to come slowly, but the tea in this store is cheap and cheap, and there is absolutely no bullying!"

The shopkeeper pointed to the sign on the counter, and his voice was full of confidence.

The person in front of him is extraordinary, and his gray hair adds a sense of vicissitudes, he must be a well-educated person, he doesn't talk about money in front of this person, and the price on the listing has been clearly marked.

Yi Shuyuan looked up and saw that except for Mingzhou Wuqing, which required two hundred yuan per pot, the other kinds of tea were only twenty to thirty yuan.

Regardless of adding water, if you want to add tea, it will be counted separately, and a special sign of "a plate of melon seeds is included". This price is also very fair in the capital.

Yi Shuyuan nodded and asked with a smile.

"The shopkeeper is shy in the bottom bag, but he also wants to taste this foggy green tea. The shopkeeper was slightly displeased when he heard this, but his face did not show it.

The other party's demeanor and demeanor are here, and he is not rude to think of it, so he is not in a hurry to speak, and then listen to the other party's words.

"If the shopkeeper is willing to make it convenient, he will never drink your tea in vain......" Yi Shuyuan said and glanced around again.

"Well, I'll help you fill this teahouse with guests."

As he spoke, Yi Shuyuan had already taken out an object from his sleeve and put it on the counter, it was a jet-black and delicate ruler, and then took out a handkerchief and put it on the ruler, and patted it with the folding fan in his hand.

And with Yi Shuyuan's movements, the shopkeeper's eyes also lit up.

People who have no ability are sometimes difficult to distinguish, because there is the kind of real person who does not show his image, but sometimes it is also easy to distinguish, just Chong Yi Shuyuan's confidence and calmness, this storyteller's ability must not be bad.

"Sir, can you say that "River God Falls"? Recently, everyone in the city loves to listen to it! ”

River god falls?

Yi Shuyuan nodded.

"Just what I want! Why don't you give the shopkeeper a try? ”

In the back kitchen of the teahouse, a delicate white porcelain teapot is carefully placed with an appropriate amount of foggy green new tea, and boiling water is poured into it.

As the hot mist rises, after a while, the unique aroma of tea has been emanated. Tsing Yi sat down, and the folding fans were placed on both sides.

When a guy came happily carrying a teapot, another guy had already run to the street outside the teahouse excitedly, shouting with his throat riveting:

"Storytelling--"

"Muxin Tea House, tell the story—I've never heard of "River God Falling"—" The power of these two or three shouts is far better than the previous store's solicitation for half a day.

Although it was not the guests who immediately flocked to the place, it was clear that many people were already walking this way when they heard the shouting, and in just a moment, the teahouse was bustling.

As soon as many customers enter the door, they can see a man in front of a square table on the side of the stairs on the inside of the lobby.

The man sat there calmly, sipping tea, thinking that he was a storyteller.

Some people in the capital have seen the world, and sometimes they can feel it at first glance, and this one must have a unique job!

"Grab a seat closer to you." "Here's a pot of tea, a plate of melon seeds!" "Okay, I'll be right there."

"Hey, shopkeeper, when is the gentleman going to talk?"

"Today's "River God Falls" is new?"

"It must be new!" "Don't lie!"

Yi Shuyuan opened the tea leaves with the lid of the teacup, blew the tea and then took a sip. It is hot, but the tea is fragrant, as if even the tea mist is fragrant.

Speaking of stories, the sense of atmosphere still has to be mentioned, and Yi Shuyuan likes this feeling.

The shopkeeper, who had already appreciated the storyteller's skills before, was full of confidence at this moment, and personally brought a plate and put it on Yi Shuyuan's table.

Yi Shuyuan glanced at it, and in the plate was half of the tangerine peel and two persimmons. "Sir, you see, there are many people waiting!"

Yi Shuyuan naturally heard the surrounding voices, he put down the teacup and looked around.

The scene in the teahouse is in stark contrast to the previous emptiness, although it is not full, it is definitely a lot more lively.

And just as Yi Shuyuan couldn't help but think of the last official storytelling, the Qingyuan Teahouse in Mingzhou was not to mention the building, and even Qingyuan Street was surrounded by water.

Yi Shuyuan glanced inside and outside the teahouse, nodded slightly, took the fan with his right hand and grabbed the ruler with his left hand. The ruler was slowly lifted and quickly fell in the midst of a bustle.

"Smack~"

The crisp sound of the ruler hitting the table seemed to have a magical power, whether everyone happened to be paying attention to the storyteller or not, and in an instant, the teahouse was quiet.

"Thanks to the shopkeeper of Muxin Tea Workshop, I am allowed to tell a story here, and I will tell a fresh story today, don't be in a hurry to ask, you and listen to me."

There was a "stab" sound, and the folding fan unfolded in the storyteller's hand.

The folding fan was lightly fanned, and the tea fragrance of the foggy green tea seemed to be fanned to all sides.

Yi Shuyuan's voice became low and loud, and instead of eagerly talking about the destruction of the temple and the river god like an ordinary storyteller, he seemed to look at history.

"In the previous dynasty, there was Liu Gongshan to repair water conservancy, the emperor of the previous dynasty ordered him to draw and measure the waterway, and wanted to raise the power of the people of the government and the opposition to build a big river that runs through the north and south, which is beneficial in the waters of the thousand autumns, which is now the Kaiyang Grand Canal, and in the adjacent waters, there is a big catfish that has been practicing for a long time....."

The storyteller's voice is not in a hurry, and gradually pulls the listener's mind into the story.

"Liu Shidao has great merit, the catfish spirit contributed to the excavation of the canal, and his people kept their promise to build a temple for it, which is the origin of the Kaiyang River God......"

Catfish can become a god of water, naturally for a reason, and Yi Shuyuan also included this period of history. This is not something that Yi Shuyuan knows alone, in fact, there is something in the wild history.

It is naturally impossible to build a temple casually, but the Kaiyang Canal is newly opened, and the year has an advantage, coupled with Liu Shidao's temple, it is naturally impossible for the imperial court to list this as an obscene shrine.

This touch of mythology from the previous dynasty, coupled with Yi Shuyuan's long-term and low narration, not only did not make the audience feel impatient, but became more immersive.

"It's a pity that everything is afraid that the original intention is no longer there, even if it is the god of a river, it is also the same, what I want to talk about today is a ...... Worship the river god! ”

"In the middle reaches of the Kaiyang River Basin, the belief in the river god is very deep, not to say whether the water is stable or not, whether the aquatic products are abundant, and even whether the wind and rain on the shore are also attributed to the power of the river god.

The depth of superstition is indescribable, and there was even a witch who bewitched the people and even made things to sacrifice people....." So far, Yi Shuyuan still uses the same tone to narrate history.

But in the next moment, when even many listeners were a little caught off guard, Yi Shuyuan's folding fan had already covered his face, and his voice suddenly changed, suddenly changing into a little girl's voice.

"Mother, woo woo woo, mother, I don't want to woo, dad, dad, I don't want to sacrifice to the river god ....."

The little girl cried, her voice full of panic and despair.

All the audience in the teahouse suddenly had goosebumps, and everyone subconsciously looked around, and almost all reacted instantly, looking at the storyteller.

"Ho, woo, woo, ho, my mother doesn't want to, and my mother doesn't want to ....."

The cry changed to that of an adult woman and child, and her voice was full of reluctance and sorrow, interspersed with the sighs of men.

The audience seems to not only hear, but even be able to integrate into the story with this sound, as if they are looking for the sound in their minds to imagine the picture, and gradually entering it is as if they have seen that sad scene.

Everyone may have imagined a different look for a little girl, or someone close to them, or even their own children.

"Bang~" "Squeak......"

Everyone knew that the door had been kicked open, and the sound of the wooden pivot could be heard. "Zhang's family, are you ready-"

A rough voice sounded from outside the door, and the sound of wind and rain also whistled outside the house..... "No, no, no one can take my daughter away!" ”

The man jingled the bell and picked up something, waving it with the sound of the wind, and some of the minions screamed and dodged.

"Ah Ping, are you crazy? This is something that has been set for a long time, and when it's your turn to be at home, you're like this, why didn't you rush out before? ”

"Ah Ping, you ..... Get him! ”

"Go, go—run—" "Ahhhhh ”......

"What kind of river god is this—this is a youkai—it's a youkai—"

Crying, screaming, fighting, wailing, fear, surprise and heartbreak.....

This is Yi Shuyuan's voice, in a short period of time, many people in the audience have heard the sweat and hair upside down and break out in a cold sweat, and some with children even subconsciously hugged their own children.

There were occasional screams of astonishment in the teahouse, but most of the time, except for Yi Shuyuan, there was no sound!

Some people died, but not completely......