Su Xiaolou rode a horse for half a day before arriving in Anlu Prefecture in Huguang, and when he arrived, it was already dark, so he found an official post to live in first.

Life events are just the word eating and drinking, the next day Su Xiaolou slept until he woke up naturally, found a restaurant with the best business and called a table of dishes, planning to have a full meal, this Huguang restaurant is worse than Nanjing's, the color and fragrance are not good, but it can also make do.

A platform was set up in the middle of the restaurant, there was a storyteller in a gray robe on the stage to tell the story of Wu Song's fight against the tiger, "Water Margin" was compiled in the late Yuan Dynasty and early Ming Dynasty, this has been more than 150 years old, the story has long been told badly, the restaurant with the most guests in Anlu Prefecture is still telling old jokes, the guests are naturally not satisfied, and they have asked the storyteller to change the joke.

The crowd was boiling, the old gentleman was also very helpless, his face was wrinkled like a bitter melon, the jokes in his hands were all rotten, An Luzhou has been peaceful and there are no new jokes, so let the guests have some jokes.

A black-faced strong man in his thirties put down his wine bowl and shouted loudly: "That butcher on the East Street, Lao Tzu, has long seen that he is not pleasing to the eye, and every time he weighs the meat, he gives Lao Tzu the butt of the cow, and Lao Tzu wants to listen to how he fell into the pit last year." ”

"Rude! How can the place where the restaurant eats talk about such filthy things? A scholar with a folding fan covered his nose with a fan, and you said with disgust: "I think that I should talk about such elegant things as Boya and the mountains and rivers in the sub-period meeting bosom friends." ”

A spicy woman screamed, "Who wants to listen to two stinky men about what mountains and rivers they are!" The old lady wants to listen to the fact that Wang Wu, who sells steamed buns in Pear Blossom Lane, got involved with his sister-in-law and was caught and raped by his brother on his bed. ”

"This paragraph has been talked about for a month, and my wife looks at me at home every day and doesn't let me go to bed, so I can't talk about it anymore."

"That's it, otherwise I won't be able to stand this knee."

"Brother, take pity on each other! Come! Come! Go one. The two big men raised their glasses and drank together, sympathizing with each other, but they met their soulmates first.

“……”

This time the quarrel is more intense, as the so-called public mouth is difficult to reconcile, the old gentleman is also difficult, not to talk about this, not to talk about that.

Su Xiaolou found that although there was no bustling city in Nanjing, there was no beggar on the street, and there were no bullies who bullied men and women.

This place can be described as Haiyan Heqing, it can be seen that King Xing has governed this place very well, which is bitter for the storyteller here, there is no attractive big case, and the storyteller can only tell the previous paragraphs over and over again.

At this time, a young man dressed as a brocade guard came over and said, "I wonder if the old gentleman can tell the story of monkeys making trouble on overseas fairy islands?" ”

Su Xiaolou squirted out a mouthful of tea, this can't be the joke he told Wang Yuyan in Wuyi Lane in Nanjing City! It's all here?

"Monkeys? What monkeys?" The old gentleman looked confused, what is going on?

"It doesn't matter if you don't know how to talk about it, Xingwang Shizi said, if the old gentleman can find the storyteller who talks about monkeys playing overseas fairy islands, he can get a reward of thirty taels of silver from Xingwangfu, and everyone here can also receive a reward if they can find it." Thirty taels is a huge amount of money for a storyteller, and it is also a reward for Xingwang Mansion, the old gentleman responded again and again, and the people in the audience also had golden eyes in their eyes.

I didn't expect that King Xing's son would be interested in "Journey to the West", and Su Xiaolou didn't expect that Sejong would show his preference for asking for immortals at such a young age, Wu Chengen's senior, I'm sorry!

The next morning, Su Xiaolou changed into a brocade guard uniform, and after picking up his dignity, he went to Xingwangfu to report his family and explain his intentions.

The subordinates of Xingwangfu led the way in front, Su Xiaolou followed into the backyard behind, turned a rockery, Su Xiaolou coldly caught a glimpse of a thin old man wearing a blue robe on the side of the rockery, and was hiding from the wolf-eating chicken legs, this old man ate a thief fragrance, I felt that I hadn't eaten chicken legs for eight hundred years, it wasn't a big deal, Su Xiaolou didn't plan to see it and walked over, but the old man also saw Su Xiaolou, and was a little embarrassed to make a silent gesture to him, Su Xiaolou was a rebellious, Raising his hand, he stopped the servant in front of him and said, "Little brother, there are people in your house who steal things to eat on the rockery." ”

The little brother turned his head and looked at it and wondered, "Where is it?" ”

"There...... What about people? Su Xiaolou looked over the mountain, is this a rabbit? Slipped so fast: "Run." ”

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The little brother took Su Xiaolou to the private school in the backyard of the palace, and saw a teenager taking morning class inside, this should be the prince of Xingwang, the young man in the restaurant yesterday was accompanied by the young man, and the two looked about fourteen or fifteen years old.

In ancient times, it was very rude to interrupt Mr. to speak, Su Xiaolou stood outside and waited very interestingly, but the subordinates of the palace introduced Su Xiaolou into the private school and found a place for him to sit down, and let him listen to the study together It must be the arrangement of the prince, this is an opportunity that the children of the poor family who have studied hard for decades can't ask for, and it is indeed like sitting on pins and needles for Su Xiaolou.

Su Xiaolou listened for a while and felt that this old gentleman seemed to be talking about "Wenhua Daxun", this is a textbook specially compiled by Zhu Jianshen of Ming Xianzong for the crown prince Zhu Youji, talking about self-cultivation, Qi family, governing the country, and leveling the world, Zhu Houxi swims in the ocean of knowledge without being affected by the outside world, and from time to time he will ask questions to the old gentleman, and say his own views and draw inferences, Mr. nodded after listening, this is simply the first student in the class, in contrast, Su Xiaolou is like the perennial scumbag who dominates the list all year round. For him, this kind of listening is tantamount to Tang Seng reciting a mantra towards Sun Wukong, and he has a headache! Torture! Scratch!

Su Xiaolou, who had nothing to do, secretly observed the two teenagers, although Zhu Houxi was only thirteen or fourteen years old, and his face still had a little youthful childishness that had not faded, but his speech and demeanor were already like an adult, he was magnificent, calm and steady, and quick-witted, and the brocade guard next to him was tall and strong, making people feel upright, and his face was a little silly.

In the interval of the morning class, Zhu Houxi turned to look at Su Xiaolou and said seriously: "I didn't expect that the person who told that story turned out to be the Jinyi Wei of Nanjing City, do you know that since yesterday afternoon, dozens of people have come to Xingwangfu to say that they are storytellers?" ”

Su Xiaolou had expected that there were many people who saw that Qian was open, and besides, Xingwang was benevolent, even if he found out that it was fake, he would not do anything: "I have thought about it." ”

"And how do you prove that you're the one who told that story?"

"This story was told to Miss Wang in Wuyi Lane, but I didn't expect it to reach the ears of the prince, I can't prove that I am a storyteller, just like a tree can't prove which leaf on the ground it fell, I think since the prince is attracted to the story, he should care more about the story itself, rather than the storyteller."

Zhu Houxi looked at Su Xiaolou: "No, this son is also very curious about what kind of person can come up with such a whimsical story." ”

"I didn't write the original story, I just told it through my mouth." Su Xiaolou thought about how to explain this matter? Never mind! Everything is not enough, metaphysics comes to make up: "The son of the world may not believe it, this is an old gentleman surnamed Wu who told me a grotesque and bizarre story in a dream." ”

"Oh? Is there such a thing? When this son was born, there was also an auspicious general, and there may really be an immortal island overseas, but why didn't Zheng He find it in the Western Ocean seven times? ”

It's over, isn't this digging a pit by yourself and jumping by yourself, Su Xiaolou said with an idea: "Maybe it's because Xiandao is in the East China Sea, and when Xu Fu went to sea to ask for the elixir of life for the first emperor in the Qin Kingdom, he went to Penglai Island, and in myths and legends, Penglai Island and Yingzhou are both in the East China Sea."

Zhu Houxi nodded again and again: "Hmm! Reasonable! ”