Volume 1: Ancestral Mountain Burning Immortals - Altar of Caution Chapter 142: The show begins

In a few moments, three days have passed.

The new signboard of Fuxian Teahouse has long been known to Fengtian, the sun is just past noon, and the teahouse is already full of spectators, there are Jianghu pawns walking the streets and alleys, and there are also gentlemen and ladies in suits and leather shoes.

Running the hall Fusheng yawned and opened the door, seeing this battle, he was so frightened that he squatted on the ground, causing the guests outside the hall to laugh.

"Old... Boss, everyone outside our store is here! ”

"If you look at your unproductive appearance, it won't be a scene if you want to put it aside."

Niu Ye changed his depression, stepped out of the hall with a happy face, and said: "Let the guests wait for a long time, the building has been sprinkled and cleaned, just waiting for you, the distinguished guests, today's tea is 20% off, and the pastries are halved. ”

"It's done, everyone is tired, hurry up and sit in the hall~"

As soon as Niu Ye shouted, the spectators walked towards the hall one after another, and the little brothers who ran to the hall shouted loudly.

Although he was sweating profusely, he was happier than ever when he looked at the guests who were full of pits and valleys.

Serve well, this is all white silver!

The shopkeeper stood upstairs counting the heads, happy with oil in his eyes, he hadn't touched the abacus in the past six months, and now the abacus beads crackled, and he was so happy that he wiped his tears:

"Alive, alive, Master New, our teahouse can be saved!"

Nudru's face was full of joy, swept away the grievances of half a year, and finally raised his eyebrows:

"Yes, yes, from now on, I, Nudlu, will still be the tea king of Bagua Street, I see who dares to squeeze me."

He saw the old tears of the shopkeeper, and his eyes were red:

"Horse shopkeeper, what are you crying on a good day, woo woo woo, it's not easy to have today!"

Before he finished speaking, tears flowed out, saying that men don't flick when they have tears, but I don't know why, Nudlu always feels that something blocked in his heart is turning into tears and coming out!

Fusheng walked up to the office on the third floor, and when he saw Niu Ye crying against his head, he froze in place and didn't dare to go over.

"Fusheng, why don't you greet the guests down and run up?"

"Master New, a group of people named Huazi came outside the teahouse, saying that they were looking for you for something and wanted you to go down and have a look."

"Look for me, I didn't invite Rat Treasure!"

Nudlu looked puzzled, he wanted to get rid of these beggars, but when he wanted to reopen today, he simply went down to have a look.

Walking to the hall door, Zhu Ye was already waiting outside.

"Dare to ask the old gentleman, but you are here to beg?"

Begging is the custom of beggars coming over uninvited to see the excitement after the store opens, and the store does not care about this day, and generously gives a reward and turns the page.

Niu Ye was about to take out the money bag, but Zhu Ye hurriedly stopped: "No need, we are invited by Yue Xiaoyou to cheer for Niu Ye!" ”

"Yue... Yue Xiaoyou? ”

Nuidelu pondered Zhu Ye's words in his mouth, and immediately knew who he was referring to!

"Oh, it turned out to be a friend of my father-in-law, so I have to go to the private room to sit, I invited you today."

After the beggars helped the elders enter, the people who should have come to the teahouse had already come, and for a while, the hall was full of friends and chatted enthusiastically.

As the so-called flowers bloom twice, each with a branch!

Niu Ye was greeting guests here, but Yue Guanchao and they were not idle.

Song Siyuan knew that today was very important, and in the event of danger, there must be a way back, so she called Song Qingyang early to call the security guards and asked them to disguise themselves in civilian clothes and follow the bridge car to the vicinity of the teahouse.

At this time, a group of people had already gotten out of the car and walked into the teahouse.

"Oh, I'm still thinking that you're not coming, and I'm going to go to your place to invite you."

When Niu Ye saw Yue Guanchao stepping into the threshold, he was so happy that he hurried over.

Yue Guanchao looked around, it was much fuller than the last time, and he was very happy to come to Nudlu: "Master New, we are late, looking at this market full of friends, there should be no place!" ”

"Then where is it, I have already prepared a private room, waiting for you distinguished guests, Fusheng, please hurry up."

"Okay!"

Yue Guanchao and the others walked up to the second floor, saw Zhu Ye, nodded to each other and walked into the private room.

When they sat down, Qian Sanye was helped onto the stage by the little maid.

Startled, the noise disappeared in an instant, Qian Sanye opened the white fan, drank a few cups of tea and coughed his throat:

"I think it's full of friends today, let's put aside the old folds, let the old man tell you a new story again, and be the old man to show off his knowledge, and also relieve everyone's boredom."

"You say, are you okay?"

"Okay, why not~"

As soon as these words came out, the peddler pawn downstairs shouted loudly, and when Qian Sanye saw this, he was shocked again, and he played with a fan and began to speak:

"Our new excerpt is called "Ancient Village ~ Deserted Zhai"."

"In the last years of the previous dynasty, the so-called righteous path withered and the world declined, and demons and monsters appeared one by one. There are also bandits in the rivers and lakes who took advantage of the decline of the imperial court, pulled up the tiger skin and sang a big show, between our white mountains and black waters, there was also a big event that shook the world and cried ghosts and gods, there was a group of bandits called Jin Luzhai Silk, the owner of the village was named Tang Dianrong, this guy was ......"

The old gentleman has been talking all his life, and he is very sloppy, and at the age of sixty or seventy, he is still angry and has a loud voice.

In the storytelling room, even if the musical instrument team drums and blows the sheng and beats, it can't hide his vicissitudes of life, and the words sound clear, the tone is frustrated, and the scriptures and gags are quoted in the wonderful places, which causes the teahouse visitors to laugh.

It can be said that the tongue is like a spring to pluck the three rivers and five seas, and the witty words tease the hearts of the visitors, and the town hall wood is like a Gu worm, and the hearts of the visitors are drilled, so that they can even save the effort of sitting and drinking tea, and they just want to stay by the side of this old gentleman and listen to a happy one!