"It's so hateful, that Tang Seng doesn't know good people, so just let him be eaten by monsters!"

"And that Zhu Bajie, who specializes in telling right and wrong, it's so hateful! When the master sees it, he must kill it! ”

"That's it, it's ......"

As soon as Zhao Yu finished telling the story, an angry voice sounded next to him.

Zhao Yu looked up and saw a group of children who were originally teasing the puppy surrounded him at some point, and their faces were full of anger.

"Hey! Little beggar, where did you hear your story? Why is it different from what I heard before? ”

"That is, your "Journey to the West" is a little different from the teahouse storytelling, why is yours better?"

Seeing Zhao Yu look up, the two little boys who were dragging looked at him domineeringly.

Zhao Yu's face was pale, he looked at the little boy with a tiger head and a tiger brain who called him 'little beggar', and said solemnly:

"I'm not a little beggar, I'm a good family!"

As he spoke, Zhao Yu straightened his chest.

Zhao Yu was wearing a small gray robe at this time, which was sewn for him by Hu Shi from old clothes, although it had long since faded and had several patches, the pulp was clean.

"If you're not a little beggar, you're a little mud leg!"

The little boy with the tiger head glanced at the clothes on Zhao Yu's body with disdain, and then waved his hand domineeringly:

"Don't talk about this, tell the master, where did you hear your story?"

"This is what the old gentleman of our village told me!"

Zhao Yu no longer paid attention to the question of salutation, and spoke proudly.

"What did the old mud legs say?"

The little boy was stunned, and then urged impatiently:

"No matter! Since he told you three dozen white bone spirits, the other stories in "Journey to the West" should also be told, right? Tell us about it! ”

"That's right! Speak, speak! ”

At this time, the other children couldn't wait to urge, and even surrounded Zhao Yu tighter.

The puppy is on the road!

Zhao Yu was happy in his heart, but his face showed weakness, and he stretched out his hand to rub his stomach, and said weakly:

"I can't talk anymore......"

seems to be very cooperative with Zhao Yu, and Zhao Yu's abdomen happened to 'coo' twice at this time.

Seeing this, the little boy with the tiger head didn't think about it, and directly took out a shortbread wrapped in oiled paper from his arms and handed it to Zhao Yu:

"Here you go, you eat it quickly, and tell us a story after eating!"

It smells meaty!

Looking at the shortbread in front of him, Zhao Yu swallowed his saliva uncontrollably, and his eyes lit up.

The shortbread is the size of a palm, exudes a strange fragrance, and is stained with a hint of meat crisp on it, which is very tempting.

Poor Zhao Yu has traveled for more than two months, gruel every day, not even a little oil and water, let alone meat, and the stomach is weaker than water.

Now when you see this meat shortbread, how can you not be greedy? Besides, he's hungry now!

Without hesitation, he didn't care about any backbone at this time, Zhao Yu took the shortbread pitifully.

But when he put it in his mouth to eat, Zhao Yu paused, then broke off a small piece of shortbread and handed it to the little yellow dog in the iron cage:

"Xiao Huang, you're hungry too, aren't you? Come, I'll give you a piece to eat too. ”

Throw the shortbread cube to the little yellow dog.

After seeing the little yellow dog eat it, there was no reaction, so Zhao Yu put the shortbread into his mouth.

It's just that although he is very greedy, Zhao Yu eats very slowly.

A little bit, not slowly.

But Zhao Yu was so grinding and chirping, but he was in a hurry for a group of children, and the tiger-headed child waved his hand eagerly:

"Little mud legs, eat quickly, tell a story after eating! If you speak well, there is still a reward here! ”

"That's right! If you tell us satisfactorily, we will also have a reward, just like a teahouse rewarding storyteller! ”

At this time, a group of children were also hurriedly urging.

Zhao Yu stopped chewing the shortbread and looked at a group of children:

"Really...... Is there really a tip? ”

"Of course! Will the master still lie to you? The master used to give a lot of rewards in the teahouse! ”

The tiger-headed child was very angry at Zhao Yu's suspicions, and in order to let Zhao Yu tell the story quickly, he directly grabbed a handful of money from his arms and shook it in front of Zhao Yu's eyes:

"Whoa! See? As long as you talk about it, it's all yours! ”

The tiger-headed child's hands are small, but that one has more than a dozen words.

Seeing that the other children also nodded hurriedly, Zhao Yu swallowed the shortbread in two or three bites, then cleared his throat and opened his mouth:

"After saying that after three dozen white bone spirits, Wukong was driven away by Tang Seng and returned to Huaguo Mountain, while Tang Seng continued to walk towards the west under the protection of Bajie and Sha Seng."

"One day, they came to a black pine forest......

Zhao Yu's mouth was like a river, and he continued to talk with emotion.

Even some adults and dog stall owners next to them couldn't help but listen curiously.

At this time, "Journey to the West" has been widely circulated among the people, but although many people have heard it, they still hear Zhao Yu's version with relish at this time.

Storytelling, to put it bluntly, is based on lip service!

The same story, in the mouths of different people, has different tastes.

Whether it can attract people depends on personal ability.

Zhao Yu has a wealth of modern knowledge, as long as the exciting fight scenes and emotions in TV series and movies are more intense, these people can be refreshed and immersed.

And so it is.

With Zhao Yu's narration, there was silence here.

A group of children and several adults listened intently, hearing excitement, anger, and exclamation...... Even sweating from the scorching sun.

Until Zhao Yu finished telling the story twice, he stopped his voice.

It was only here that the excitement resumed.

"Why did it stop? Speak, speak! ”

A group of children suddenly stopped doing it, and all of them eagerly urged Zhao Yu.

And the tiger-headed child squeezed his little fist at Zhao Yu even more aggressively:

"Little mud legs, talk about it, it's too late, the master is going to beat someone!"

"It's not that I don't want to, your family seems to be calling you!"

Zhao Yu looked innocent, and as he spoke, he looked at the small temple diagonally opposite.

Beside the sedan cars in front of the small temple, there were many noble ladies waving to this side and shouting their names one by one.

"Why did you come out so quickly?"

Seeing a woman in front of the temple, the tiger-headed child was full of frustration, and then grabbed a handful of money from his arms:

"Little mud legs, the master is what he says, and he will reward you!"

Throwing the money on Zhao Yu, the tiger-headed child reluctantly walked towards the temple.

"It's mine, reward you!"

"Reward!"

At this time, the other children also took out the money, threw it on the ground in front of Zhao Yu, and then ran to the temple.

No quality!

Looking at the money on the ground, Zhao Yu sighed and squatted and picked them up one by one.

Although it is very undignified to pick up money like this, his family is about to run out of food, how can he care about this?

The dead are not worthy of dignity.

Only by living can we regain our dignity!

Zhao Yu wants to live first!

Of course, it's not like everyone is as unqualified as those kids.

Just as Zhao Yu lowered his head to pick up the copper plate, his afterglow suddenly caught a glimpse of a silver light.

When I looked closely, I saw a slender hand appear in front of me.

The little hand was as white as a green onion, with a little baby fat, and his thumb and index finger were pinching a silver bean and handed it to Zhao Yu.

Flashed by the silver bean, Zhao Yu subconsciously looked at his master along his slender hand.