At the end of the autumn of the third year of the Great Zhou Dynasty, there was an autumn rain in Baiyu Town.

An autumn rain was originally nothing, Whitefish Town has always had scarce rain, and in autumn, it is even more rare to see a rain, but this rain is three days at a time.

There's not even a trend to stop.

In the autumn rain, in the alley in front of a small courtyard in the east of Baiyu Town, there is a young man, who is holding an oil-paper umbrella at the moment, walking slowly, in this remote alley, pedestrians are rare, if someone happens to meet him at this moment, he will definitely be able to see the young man's frowning face under the umbrella.

"This damn weather, it's really fucking ...... Rare. ”

The boy gritted his teeth.

Baiyu Town is located in the southwest of the Great Zhou, is the border of the Great Zhou, worthy of the name of the extremely remote, the scale of the town is extremely small, the total number of households in the whole town is only more than 200 households, just this household, and after so many years, the town to say who has nothing to do with whom, it is really a little reluctant.

However, this young man has nothing to do with the residents of the town, he has no relatives and no reason, and he is not a local resident of this White Fish Town, the residents of the town just know that in that winter, when the young man was about seven or eight years old, he was sent here, and the person who came left a bag of silver, bought a house for the young man who was not a teenager at the time, left some silver taels, and then left alone, which made the local people in the town a little strange, thinking that the child could not survive that winter, but in the end, who knew that this child not only survived that winter, but also before the scattered silver was used up, and found a job to make a living.

It is rumored that the emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty once said to a dynasty envoy in Shaoliang City whose territory was far larger than that of the Great Zhou Dynasty during the early peace period of that year: If I am given a hundred years, I will definitely expand the territory of the Great Zhou by ten times.

The envoy laughed at this bold remark.

It may be that he is unwilling to save the face of the Great Zhou Emperor, or it may be that he did not take it to heart at all.

The mayfly shakes the tree, some people respect its courage, and some people laugh at its inadequacy.

As for how did this story, which happened thousands of miles away in Shaoliang City, reach the extremely remote Baiyu Town of the Great Zhou Dynasty?

Of course, it can't do without those storytellers.

Nowadays, the people of the entire mountain and river dynasty like to listen to and hear stories, because those mountain and river monks who are rumored to be able to shake the mountains and seas almost never show their magical powers in front of them, and it is not easy to see them, so they can only know what kind of existence those monks are in the mouth of the storyteller.

Besides, the stories in the mouths of these storytellers are not just mountain and river monks.

There are more than a dozen restaurants in Baiyu Town, and each restaurant has a storyteller, these storytellers will probably talk a few times in the restaurant every afternoon, and the storyteller in each restaurant is different, and the temperament is not the same, so some can say three or five times a day, some say two or three, and even more, just say the last one a day, but in fact, the content is roughly what mountain spirits and wild ghosts, and what mountain and river monks punish evil and promote good stories, even if there are some changes, but they can't get rid of this approximate road.

The Great Zhou Dynasty is located in the southwest of the mountains and rivers, located in the remote, the territory is not vast, and the town of Baiyu is even smaller and pitiful, so these storytellers naturally have no chance to see the outside scene, when the hearsay stories in their minds are finished, they seem a little powerless, those clichés, and the stories that are repeated over and over will one day make the people in the market feel bored.

So, when the young boy sold the stories in his head as goods to the storytellers, he really survived.

The people of Whitefish Town know that this child is not a native of Whitefish Town, but a foreigner, but they don't know why this child who is only seven or eight years old can remember such things in his mind.

In the course of five years, the storytellers were horrified to discover that the boy had told stories that they had never heard before, and that they had never been the same, so that the boy had survived in the town with them.

Even when he was older, the boy became a storyteller.

At this moment, everyone in Whitefish Town knew that his name was Li Fuyao.

As the youngest storyteller in town, Li Fuyao is not even sixteen years old.

The men of the Great Zhou Dynasty are twenty and crowned, and at Li Fuyao's age, there will be four years behind.

Li is the surname, but the word Fuyao in the name is taken from a sentence in the Taoist classic "Getaway", "Pengzhi migrates to the south of the world, the water hits three thousand miles, and the one who sways up to the top is ninety thousand miles"

Li Fuyao, who took such a name, knew these legends and ignored them.

At this moment, the young storyteller just walked across the street with an oil-paper umbrella to the door of the restaurant, stopped for a moment, and did not rush into the restaurant.

In front of the restaurant, there was already a small servant holding a cyan robe and waiting for a long time.

Seeing Li Fuyao standing outside the restaurant for a long time, he didn't seem to have any intention of entering the building, the little guy was a little confused, but he also knew that the shopkeeper was urging him, so he had to step forward and ask cautiously: "Mr. Xiao Li, the upstairs is waiting for you now, what's the matter, there are still some things that haven't been done?"

Li Fuyao stood under the eaves, took the oil-paper umbrella, handed it to the little guy next to him, and asked casually, "How long will it rain this time?"

“......”

The little guy is a little aggrieved, how long will this rain take, how does he know?

He looked at Li Fuyao and didn't say anything.

But fortunately, Li Fuyao didn't say anything, just took the wide green shirt and walked into a small room for him to change clothes.

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On the second floor of the restaurant, the layout is simple, except for such a long wooden bench in the center of the lobby, and an elm table, the rest of the layout is not different from the first floor, but now although there is a small jar of wine on the elm table, there is a piece of sober wood, but the gentleman who wants to open his mouth to tell the story has not yet arrived.

There were both men and women in the restaurant, and the town was only so big, and they all naturally knew the temperament of the young storyteller, so they didn't say anything, just thinking that it was too late today, why didn't the young man show up?

Compared with the drinkers who had originally planned to come to listen to a storytelling, the young girls who were not here to listen to the story in the crowd were a little different, although they were still anxious, but they were just rubbing the corners of their clothes with their hands under the wooden table, and their faces were rigidly suppressed with that look of urgency.

The others had come to hear the story, but they had come to see the storyteller.

Time passed slowly, and Li Fuyao was finally "late" in people's expectations, wearing a slightly wide green shirt, he came to the center of the lobby and sat on the bench.

The young man first calmly turned his head to look at the drinkers seated, and then said calmly: "You have been waiting for a long time. ”

Syllable!

Then there was the sound of the waking wood slamming the elm table.

The collision between the two immediately shocked the drinkers present, and their attention was completely focused on this side.

This is also the role of the awakening wood.

Li Fuyao cleared his throat and raised his voice slightly, "Last time, those fox demons always like to seduce some poor scholars who spend time in the wilderness at night, so do you know why the fox demons always seduce some poor scholars?"

As soon as this question was thrown, the second floor quickly became very noisy, some said that the readers were all fake and serious, and they couldn't resist the temptation, and some people said that it was those fox demons who loved scholars, in short, everyone had their own opinions.

The young man sitting in the middle waited for people's voices to gradually fade away, and then smiled slowly: "Why do you hook up with those poor scholars, it's just because of this poor word, if you have money, who will stay in the wild? Since you are not in the wild, naturally there are no such stories to spread in the world." ”

Li Fuyao's words made all the drinkers burst into laughter, having heard so many stories told by storytellers, where had anyone heard such a statement.

The few girls who heard this statement also had a little red on their faces, but their eyes were still full of admiration when they looked at Li Fuyao.

Li Fuyao smiled, took a sip of the wine bowl, and then continued.

He has been telling stories in this restaurant for a long time, and he is already familiar with the doorway, and in his mind, there are always a lot more stories than the rest of the storytellers, so in Whitefish Town, everyone likes to listen to this young storyteller.

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Li Fuyao changed the stories in his mind on the second floor, and told them eloquently, which naturally attracted everyone's attention, but the shopkeeper of the restaurant on the first floor did not listen, but leaned against the door of the restaurant, watching the autumn rain, and silently calculated in his heart how much silver taels he would pay Li Fuyao after this.

After being silent for a long time, the shopkeeper of the restaurant suddenly spat at the mouth, and I don't know why. It's just that when he raised his head, he happened to see two oil-paper umbrellas, one large and one small, coming towards the restaurant in the rain.

A middle-aged man in a green shirt led a little girl under the eaves.

Looking at the shopkeeper of the restaurant guarding the door, the middle-aged man asked calmly, "Are there any empty seats?"

On weekdays, the shopkeeper of the restaurant, who looked very enthusiastic when he saw the guests coming to the door, looked at the faces of these two people who were extremely angry, but looked a little wooden, and nodded after a long time: "Yes." ”