The ancient road is long and the street is depressed, the west wind is depressed, and looking back at the house that is gradually moving away, Bai Song left the small city with a carriage.

"Brother, why don't you bring your sister-in-law?" In the car behind, Bai Rou asked tirelessly.

"Now is not the time."

Bai Rou didn't know what her brother meant, and sat back in the carriage stupidly.

Since Brother Bai went to the Lin Mansion, Sang Sang was quiet, she knew that Brother Bai had something in his heart, and maybe he was treated coldly in that small courtyard again.

But on the matter, she couldn't say anything, and she couldn't say anything.

Eighty miles a day, the county seat of Jixian County can be seen in the distance, but it is late, the city gate is closed, and the city can only be entered until tomorrow.

The last time I came to Jixian County, there was a post house opposite the tea stall I passed through, and Bai Song sent the coachman to take the two girls to spend the night in the post house first.

When I came to Jixian County, the number of pedestrians increased, and there were fewer vendors from all over the country than before, but Bibi County was still lively.

Even outside the city, it was already night, and whether it was at the wine table in the post house or the tea stall opposite, it was still crowded.

It's not that Bai Song and the three of them came by chance, otherwise they wouldn't even have the last guest room.

There are two beds in the guest room, and the two girls are squeezed, but there is no need to let Bai Song sleep on the ground.

Sang Sang went down to guard the wine and food, and Bai Rou carefully cleaned up the dust on the bed on the side, not letting go of any dirt.

Bai Song sat at the window, looking at the tea stall opposite in a daze.

There were a lot of people at the tea stall opposite, and when I saw that it was night, lanterns were hung outside the tea stall, and candles were lit on the tea table inside.

The storyteller is gray and old, but he is very confident and very hard-working.

After a while, there was a burst of applause outside.

At first, Bai Song didn't care, but he stayed in the guest room for a long time, but he felt that the enthusiasm of the tea guests below was getting higher and higher, and the sound was wave after wave.

After a long time, Bai Song became more curious, and watched at the window for a while, intermittently listening to a few words from the storyteller, which seemed to be related to the Three Kingdoms.

Bai Song became more and more curious, and said that "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" was issued at the end of the Yuan Dynasty, could it have been spread during the Zhenguan period?

In this small tea stall outside the city, the merchants and guests who came and went gathered no less than thirty or forty, and in a quarter of an hour, the storyteller walked as he spoke, and collected hundreds of copper plates one by one.

I didn't expect the most inconspicuous storytelling to be a good livelihood.

Bai Song is thinking about making a living, and it's not that he hasn't thought about writing books, but he just thinks that writing books is not a long-term business, and it is a bad routine written in the travel novels of the previous life, and he imitates the works of his predecessors, which is a little boring.

But today, the ancients' enthusiasm for storytelling exceeded Bai Song's expectations, and at this time, my heart moved, and I wanted to go down and listen to it closely, whether it was good or bad, and then I would understand it first.

After thinking about it, Bai Song got up and went out, and was bumping into Sangsang, who was supervising Xiao Er's food delivery.

"Brother Bai, the food has been delivered, where are you going?"

"You eat first, and I'll go down and take a walk."

"Big Brother White......

Bai Song waved his hand, signaled to leave him alone, and then walked out of the guest room.

……

Walking to the small tea stall, I finally squeezed into the crowd to find an empty seat, and beckoned the boss to ask for a cup of tea.

The thirty or forty people around listened with relish, and the guests who were not aware of it at all, only the gentleman who told the story came over, and Bai Song gave people three copper plates, which were counted as the money for listening to the book.

Bai Song sat nearby, and only then did he understand that this storyteller was talking about an excerpt from Guan Erye's thousands of miles of riding alone.

Speaking of Guan Erye, the tea guests here are all Guan Erye's little fans.

"Romance of the Three Kingdoms" has not yet been released, but Guan Erye has already been rumored to be a myth during the Zhenguan period.

Recalling the first time I saw Li Jing, the dignified general had to learn from Guan Erye to scrape the bones and cure the poison, although he almost scraped his life, but it can be seen that his popularity among the people.

This storyteller told Guan Erye's most famous story, and the guests were naturally interested.

Especially when I heard that Guan Erye had passed five levels and cut six generals, and when his head fell to the ground, the tea guests were all full of enthusiasm, and the applause shook people's eardrums.

But this story can only attract these ordinary people who have not read the Three Kingdoms, and the story of Mr. Storyteller is completely tasteless in the ears of Bai Song.

There are no details, no logic, the whole article is a random killing, the guards along the road don't even have a name, and there are many places to add oil and vinegar, and there are a lot of stories with two sisters-in-law in the middle, which is foggy.

It is estimated that this storyteller also heard the fragment from somewhere, and added his own conjecture, so he pieced it together.

I didn't expect that even this piece of fragments could be so popular.

During the Zhenguan period, the quality of people's entertainment life was so low?

Just thinking about it, the storyteller's voice broke off, and everyone was stunned for a moment, and they all looked at each other.

The old gentleman squinted his eyes, looked cunning, and said to everyone: "I know what will happen next, and listen to the next decomposition." ”

"What? Isn't that not the end of the story? ”

"It's getting late today, and I have to go back to rest."

"Old gentleman, just arrived at the most important time, why don't you finish talking before leaving?"

"No, no, I'll talk about it tomorrow."

"Oh, what time is tomorrow?"

"After noon tomorrow, at the Shangyuan Restaurant in Jixian County, we will see you there."

As soon as the old gentleman said this, he squeezed out of the crowd and left.

Ooh! The feeling is that he came to solicit customers outside the city.

uses storytelling to drain traffic, and the shopkeeper of Shangyuan Restaurant is really an expert.

Before a group of tea customers could react, the storyteller was gone.

Big guy, look at me, I'll look at you, there were sighs in the crowd, and they all said that they would go to Shangyuan Restaurant tomorrow to have a look.

Bai Song wrote down the name of Shangyuan Restaurant and prepared to take a look tomorrow.

Then I saw that the crowd had dispersed, and then I returned to the post house.

When I returned to the post house, I had a casual meal, then went to sleep, and got up in the middle of the night again, with an extra copy of the Three Kingdoms in my hand.

Bai Song now thinks very clearly, he has to be practical, he doesn't have to worry about whether this is a routine played by his predecessors, and it is a good way to make money.

But it's hard to explain the Three Kingdoms with an extra set of the whole book out of thin air, so it's more reasonable to copy it a few times a day and gradually complete it.

With a plan, Bai Song took advantage of the night to start writing.

I don't know how long it took, and suddenly Sangsang's voice came from behind him: "Brother Bai, what are you doing?" ”

Bai Song was startled, and hurriedly put away the books, leaving only the paper on the table.

Sang Sang looked at it curiously, a little curious.

Bai Song settled down and whispered, "I'm writing a book." ”

"Writing a book?" Sang Sang was even more curious, "Is it a romance book that has been circulated in the market?" Can you show Sangsang? ”

"I'll see it later, I just want to try it and see if I can make money by pointing at it."

Sang Sang didn't care, thinking that Brother Bai specially wrote romance words to Miss Lin to make Miss Lin happy, after all, everyone loves to watch it.

Pointing to writing books to make money?

Who believes in these days?