Back in Changle City, Su Yi and the two went straight to Closed Moon Xuan and met with Zhao Yue.

The reason why they chose to meet in Closed Moon Xuan was because in Wan Qingxiang's Changle City, only Zhong Qinyao's "ally" could make Su Yi feel a little more at ease, and he didn't have to be on guard against any accidents at all times.

Su Yi and Zhao Yue had two slippery mouths that were easy to talk about, and after exhausting all kinds of reasons, they finally persuaded the "clean and self-friendly" Pony Ling into the Qinglou.

Even so, he kept covering his face with his hands. I don't know if I'm afraid of being gossiped about, or if I'm afraid of seeing something "unclean".

And Zhao Yue entered the Qinglou, but he was much more comfortable than returning to himself, and he was an old patron at a glance. Looking around, I still greet people from time to time, and I don't know if I really know each other.

The three of them walked all the way to the second floor, and were looking for a secluded place, but they heard that Zhao Yue had already opened the chatterbox, and said excitedly: "Brother Su, you can be regarded as back, I stay in that business, and I have to see that dead fat man several times a day, and I am about to get sick." Even if he didn't kill him because he leaked out of the horse's feet, he would be scared to death sooner or later. ”

"Do you want to be louder, as if you were afraid that people wouldn't hear you... Why don't you go to the stage where the girls are dancing? Su Yi didn't have a good airway.

"Closed Moon Xuan and Changle Semicolon are sworn enemies, fighting all year round. Brother Su is still afraid that there can be dead fat people here?"

"Idiot, it is precisely because of the discord between the two sides that we should be cautious that they install undercover agents for each other. Su Yi patted the back of Zhao Yue's head and said, "Be careful, don't underestimate that fat man." ”

Zhao Yue restrained himself a little at this time, stopped talking about it, and said: "Brother Su is right, I am a little carried away..."

Before he had taken a few more steps, he heard a commotion from downstairs, as if someone was cheering for the lottery. The three of them looked down to see what kind of girl was on the stage, and she could provoke a full house of boos, which was even rarer than a full house.

But I saw that the person on the stage was actually a gray-bearded rickety old man, with a table in front of him, and there was a book and a ruler on the case, which should be a storyteller. It's no wonder that it will cause dissatisfaction among the spectators, how can there be any reason to come to the Qinglou to listen to the story. People spend money to see the white thighs and thin waists.

Su Yi thought it was quite interesting, so he leaned on the railing and watched the excitement.

There are also people downstairs who have the same mentality as him, sitting and watching the excitement. There are also those who don't follow, and they drank some wine again, and suddenly scolded regardless of their manners and faces.

There was a boy in a fancy suit, who estimated that his identity background was also good, and stood up and said loudly: "Where is the shopkeeper? Master, I'm here to buy spring to find joy, but I'm not here to listen to this bad old man's story. Carry him down for me, and get my sisters out, or don't blame me for breaking his old bones!"

Some people heckled along, others laughed and did not speak. Those who don't speak naturally know the strength of Closed Moon Xuan. And those who are full of dirty words are not a big deal to watch the excitement.

Suddenly, there was a cough from a wing room on the second floor, which sounded like an old man with thick phlegm, but in fact, it was full of energy, and it could reach the ears of everyone below, making them quiet instantly.

"The shopkeeper said, today on the stage only to tell the story. You like to listen or not, feel free. Go and stay, please take care of yourself. The voice said.

Su Yi heard that it was the voice of the old man beside Zhong Qinyao, but he didn't know if the mysterious shopkeeper of Closed Moon Xuan was also hiding somewhere in the building at this time.

As soon as these words came out, some people with hot tempers immediately got up and left, but no one dared to spread their anger in the Closed Moon Xuan. Although there are not many people left, when it comes to those who are willing to listen to stories in the Qinglou, this number is scary enough. Most likely, it's to save face for the shopkeeper.

The old man had always been calm and calm in the midst of the commotion, and when everyone was almost gone, he looked at the people sitting under the stands, and nodded with satisfaction. I saw him slap the ruler, and the sound of surprise sounded, and he said: "Little Lao'er has thanked you in advance for your face." So today, the story we're going to tell is..."

The old man is neither humble nor arrogant, his voice is not loud, but it is clear and bright, and it is quite infectious, and the story is fascinating.

Su Yi didn't mean to leave at all, he listened with great interest, and said: "This shopkeeper of the Closed Moon Pavilion is really interesting, and he actually makes people tell stories in the Qinglou. This old man is even more nonsense, if people dare to invite, he dares to come, and he is not afraid of being gossiped about when he goes out. I heard him tell him seriously, and it wasn't a meat story, but I was afraid that it would inevitably be laughed at by his peers. ”

Zhao Yue, an "improper" person, was able to listen to the story with patience, and said while listening: "The shopkeeper has always been a strange person, and ghost ideas are endless. Almost everything you can see here is something he came up with, including the day-and-night layout of the decorations. Therefore, it is trivial to suddenly have an old man come over to tell a story. ”

"That's right. Su Yi smiled.

"Besides, the old man who told the story, it's not that people are shameless, but the storytelling industry in Changle City is now sluggish. The old man may not be able to earn enough money to make ends meet, so he came to this green building to tell stories. Most of those in a situation like him have changed careers, either grinding scissors or setting up a stall to sell baked cakes, why not make money by telling stories?"

"You know, I don't think I heard it from the mouth of an aunt on the street again, right?" Su Yi half-jokingly.

"Why don't I know..."Zhao Yue defended himself, "Don't underestimate your aunt, aunt is a good partner for you to inquire about the news." This storyteller..."

He was halfway through his words, but he was interrupted by the voice of the person downstairs [Smoke and Rain Red Dust www.yyhcxsw.biz].

At this time, the old man had just finished speaking, and was about to take a sip of tea, when someone at the bottom asked: "This old gentleman, I don't know why you want to go to such a place to talk about books?" ”

The old man stretched out his hand to signal the man to "stay out of the way", laughed at himself again, and said: "Little Lao'er was originally telling stories in the teahouse, but he encountered injustice... As for the cause, I don't want to mention it. I didn't want to argue with anyone, so I left. I happened to be favored by the shopkeeper here and invited me to talk about the book. Old man, I thought to myself, the way of the world is already like this, where can I say it? It would be a blessing if someone was willing to listen. There is a saying that there is wine between the pots, and there is a clear and turbid cup in the cup..."

"You don't have to distinguish between turbidity..."

There was a sigh from the audience.

"Look, that's all I'm going to say. Zhao Yue showed a look of "knowing it in his chest".

"You know again?"

"Have you listened to me..."Zhao Yue soothed Su Yi and said, "You haven't been to the teahouse in Changle City to listen to books, and you don't know the truth." Anyway, I used to go all the time, but then it gradually became less and less. First, because I am tired of listening to it, those who tell stories are becoming more and more perfunctory. The second reason is that there were several times when I found that I couldn't squeeze into the teahouse, which is not surprising. ”

"Don't sell it, let's talk about it, why can't you squeeze in. Su Yi didn't squint at him, and said lightly.

Zhao Yue smiled and said: "Later, everyone joked that in the teahouse in Changle City, there were more storytellers than listeners. I didn't believe it at first, but once I squeezed in, and when I saw it, it was really full of familiar faces, all of whom were storytellers I had seen before. ”

Su Yixin said that although he sometimes spoke a little incoherently, he never made something out of nothing, so he asked, "Is this really the case?"

"What's the good of lying to you..."Zhao Yue's face was full of grievances, and he continued: "Later, I went to inquire about it, and I found out that those storytellers thought of a way to make them famous, and invited a lot of nurseries to support them. But there are not so many customers in the teahouse every day, and not everyone wants to be a childcare. So what should I do? Then someone came up with a clever idea, and invited many storytellers to come and praise each other. When you go on stage, I do the support, and when I go on stage, you do the support, creating a lively scene. And people are curious, and when they see that the teahouse is so lively, don't they want to squeeze in to see what is going on? ”

"The way is a good way, but it is a little lacking in morality..."Su Yi commented.

"One person didn't violate the king's law, and the other didn't hinder you, and you don't lack virtue in managing others. Zhao Yue said lightly.

At this time, Juling, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke: "Brother Zhao, you can't say that. If the storyteller is skilled, that's it. But if he's just a showman, and there's no ink in his stomach, isn't the guest being deceived when he goes in?"

"I think Master Pony has a point. Su Yi said, "Then the owner of the teahouse doesn't care, can they be good for the teahouse if they toss like this?"

Zhao Yue slapped the railing and said, "Why is there no benefit? The storyteller can't sit in it when he goes in to listen to the book, and doesn't he have to spend money to buy some food? Otherwise, the shopkeeper can tolerate you to come nonsense? He doesn't care whether you are a true storyteller or a fake storyteller, the one who can let him have silver in his pocket is the number one storyteller in the world." ”

"Whoever can bring more silver to the teahouse will be able to tell stories on stage. What's wrong with lack of morality? Anyway, in the end, the one who makes a lot of money must be a teahouse. It's overcrowded every day, and maybe the shopkeeper is counting the silver in his dreams at night. ”

Su Yi didn't know what to say, so he asked, "Master Ju, what do you think?" ”

Juling was silent for a long time, and then held back a sentence: "It's a good deal..."

"It's a good deal... I just can't tell who is more lacking in virtue here..."Su Yi muttered.