Chapter 73 Big and Small Pearls Fall on a Jade Plate

That night, the storytellers gathered in the bookstore again, but Hu Yuan had not arrived yet. During the waiting time, they did not sit there in a daze, but excitedly told each other about the excitement of the teahouse today.

"I haven't seen such a storybook for a long time. It's really fun to tell." Someone sighed, and his companions on both sides nodded.

"Do you think Mr. Yuanhe from the Wild Fox Sect really came to repay his kindness?" Everyone loves to join in the fun. None of the storytellers have seen Mr. Yuanhe's true face. Today's speech was taught by Hu Yuan.

He Youshan frowned slightly. He is an old storyteller. The teahouse that invites him will give him more of the daily tea money as a way of expressing respect for him.

Seeing his colleagues speak out stupid words, he immediately spoke up and said forcefully: "Whether there is a wild fox or not, we say there is one, so there is one. Don't destroy your reputation."

Among the people present, He Youshan has the highest qualifications. The person who asked the question just now saw that he came out to answer, and immediately lowered his head and stopped talking.

"Yes, that's what we should say." Someone echoed, "I think if there was no wild fox repaying the favor, they would definitely not be so fascinated by it today. Don't kick over the stove that has just been lit before everyone starts eating."

When everyone heard this, they also wanted to understand the reason. Yes, as long as they continue to maintain this sense of mystery, won't they, the storytellers, also benefit? Is the tea money shared by the teahouse fake?

Just at this time, Hu Yuan walked in slowly. When everyone saw him, they hurriedly stood up and bowed, and they talked to each other, wishing to move all the excitement they saw today to Hu Yuan.

Young Master Hu listened to everything with a smile, and then raised his hand to signal everyone to sit down first.

"Young Master, what's next?" Someone asked curiously, "Are you still going to tell "Painted Skin Ghost" tomorrow?"

The most taboo in the storytelling business is to tell a story over and over again. People always like new things and hate old things. He asked this with good intentions. He wanted to strike while the iron is hot and directly put up the sign of "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio".

Hu Yuan shook his head and continued to convey the instructions given to him by Chen Heng, "Next, we will still tell "Painted Skin Ghost". It's agreed to tell it for seven days, so we will only tell it for seven days.

And I have another rule. Until next year, the stories that have been told cannot be told again. If anyone breaks the rule, he will not be able to tell the stories that follow."

After saying this, Hu Yuan felt tough in his heart, which was really satisfying.

"This..."

Everyone looked at each other. What kind of rule is this? There is no reason to restrict people like this.

"What if another storyteller tells it?" He Youshan was more thoughtful and immediately noticed the problem related to them.

"They can't hear the next story. If they want to know, they have to follow this rule." Hu Yuan smiled. He believed that these people would make the right choice.

Everyone realized that they were still drinking the first soup. Everyone's face was excited, and they patted their chests and promised that they would definitely abide by the rules of the bookstore.

"Please." Hu Yuan picked up the tea, and everyone also drank with him.

The next day, when He Youshan entered the teahouse again, there were many more tea drinkers than usual, and the second floor lobby was full. The scattered figures even suppressed the shouting from the street.

The little old man was a little bit bad, and pretended to ask: "Oh, why are there so many people today! It's really embarrassing for me. I wonder what you want to hear?"

"Listen to Painted Skin Ghost." Someone shouted, and it was obvious that he came here because of its reputation.

"Listen to Liao Zhai, listen to Liao Zhai."

"Any story by Mr. Yuanhe is fine."

Everyone's answers were different, but they all meant the same thing.

He Youshan smiled slightly, picked up the wake-up stick and dropped it heavily, and today's storytelling officially began.

In the lobby, everyone cheered in unison. Several waiters were running around with teapots.

At this time, several people came anxiously from the corner of the street, grabbed the waiter at the door and asked.

"Are there any seats upstairs?"

The waiter was helpless. This was the third wave of people, so he had to shake his head, "Sir, it's really unfortunate. The second floor is full. If you want, you can stand in the corridor and listen."

"What should I do?" The man asked his companion.

"Let's go to the corridor. Mr. Youshan's ventriloquism is also unique. It's a pity to miss it."

Passers-by on the street couldn't help but wonder, when did they have to grab a seat to listen to storytelling? A voice came from the crowd, "May I ask what's being said upstairs?"

"Mr. Yuanhe's Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio." The man was anxious to go upstairs to listen to the story, and when he heard the cheers from upstairs, he immediately ran into the teahouse.

Soon, three or two doubtful people came out from the passers-by, but when they entered the teahouse and came out again, it was already dusk.

"Painted Skin Ghost" was told in Yangzhou City for seven consecutive days. On the fourth day, many storytellers had already told it. It was necessary to tell it. Now people in Yangzhou City were eager to listen to it.

Many tea drinkers would not even step into the door when they heard that this teahouse did not tell "Painted Skin Ghost".

Those seven or eight teahouses did not know what luck they had. In the past few days, every teahouse was full of customers. If tea drinkers waited until after noon to come, they would be lucky to have a seat reserved for them in the corridor.

After all, Yangzhou City has three things. One is a lot of money, and the other is a lot of people. The three things are indescribable.

Those who were lucky enough to hear the story would brag to others after returning home. Some of them said it was exquisite, and some said it was messy, but without exception, they all praised it with the utmost praise.

The news spread from one person to ten, and from ten to a hundred. By the last day, even the classmates in the academy knew that a strange man had come to Yangzhou City. Whenever they had free time, they gathered together to discuss the truth of the wild fox's gratitude and whether Mr. Yuanhe was the wild fox.

Chen Heng would naturally not participate in such a trivial matter. Even Qian Dayou and Jiang Yuanbai cleverly expressed that they would keep the secret for Brother Heng. After all, this feeling of knowing only by oneself is really too...

Three days later, the limelight of "Painted Skin Ghost" had just passed, and the story of "Zhedongsheng" had already come out with the remaining power, which really turned the quiet Yangzhou City upside down. Today happened to be a holiday. Xue Ke made an appointment with Qian Dayou and others early, and prepared to go out to find a teahouse to watch the excitement.

Chen Heng had other important matters. His uncle Lin had sent a message to him, asking him to come to dinner. He had to go because his elders invited him.

Before noon, the steward of the Lin family drove a carriage to pick him up and sent him all the way to the mansion. Chen Heng took a few steps in the courtyard and suddenly saw a person rushing out from the shadow.

"Brother."

It turned out to be the pretty Daiyu, who was blocking his way.

Chen Heng was really shocked and couldn't help saying: "Yu'er, why don't you wait for me inside and hide here?"

"Learn to repay the kindness of the wild fox. Brother, you must not know that a strange man has come to Yangzhou City recently."

Chen Heng was helpless. Listening to her high-pitched tone, he had to roll his eyes, lowered his head and smiled as he walked around her side.

How could Daiyu bear this? She caught up with her brother's figure in small steps and continued: "I don't know if Mr. Yuanhe was born with three heads and six arms. Sister Baoqin said that since he was chosen by the wild fox fairy, he must be a suave and elegant person."

At this point, she was already overjoyed.

Chen Heng had no choice but to stop by the roadside and bowed, saying, "My dear sister, it's my fault."

"What's wrong with you?" Lin Daiyu blinked and suppressed her smile.

"Yes, Heng'er, what's wrong with you?"

The two turned around and saw Lin Ruhai walking towards them with a smile, stepping on the broken shadows of the leaves.

I changed it several times and it feels almost right. I'm late, I'm late, I'm really sorry.