Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

Fang Chang smiled and walked in.

There seemed to be more tables in the teahouse than usual, but even so, it was almost full.

A storyteller was standing on a low platform at the back of the lobby, holding a white paper folding fan, talking loudly behind the narrow case.

Fang Chang walked to an empty seat and sat down, and immediately a young man came over and asked him:

"What kind of tea do you want? Here are the best Shuifeng, Sparrow's Tail, Cloud Leaf, Oolong, Crow's Tongue, Smoke Red, as well as special refreshments."

"Well, bring me a pot of cloud leaves, and a plate of tea."

"okay."

Afraid of disturbing the storyteller on stage, the boy didn't yell, but confirmed with Fang Chang softly before running away to prepare tea.

Only then did Fang Chang cast his eyes on the storyteller along with the people in the teahouse.

After he heard that sentence just now, he didn't stop listening during the time he came here, but the storyteller kept talking and didn't get to the point, but everyone in the teahouse still listened with gusto.

It was the storyteller who finished today's book, but couldn't resist the voice of "one more" from the guests in the hall, so he continued to tell the stories that had been embellished before, and continued to embellish them.

"...Don't gossip, but say that the pangolin in Yunzhong Shanshuihuodong, after three battles, broke and plundered Zhujiazhuang, and captured a large number of food, wealth, servants and beauties, led the crowd back to Yunzhongshan, ready to continue to be happy. And that The villagers of Linxi Village still don't know what happened, but they are getting thirstier and will move soon."

"One of the elders said: 'Our Linxi Village got its name from the stream that feeds everyone. Now that the stream has been cut off, it also indicates that our village is over. Let's run away from famine.'" Those words made many strong men around me unable to hold back their tears and howled loudly."

"At this time, a young man with beautiful eyebrows and beautiful eyes, handsome and beautiful, suddenly came out and said to everyone: 'I have a way!'"

Speaking of this, Mr. Storyteller suddenly stopped talking, took a celadon teapot from the side, slowly poured tea into the teacup, then held it in his hand, and gently blew the tea powder on the hot water.

Seeing this, there was a little doll who was dressed in green clothes and had a fan pinned to his back, got up quickly, and wandered around the field with a bamboo basket in his hand.

This so-called "pocket money" is a necessary form for storytelling, and this little doll in Tsing Yi is the apprentice of the storyteller on stage. Of course, some storytellers confiscated apprentices, and when sitting in the teahouse, they would let the young men in the teahouse do it for them, wandering around with baskets in their hands, and some customers who heard that the teahouse was cut off would throw coins into it.

Gein's storyteller doesn't sell tickets. Although this teahouse can bring many customers here, the money given by the teahouse is far from enough to live on. However, the tea can be drunk casually, which is a benefit.

In order to survive, storytellers can only rely on pocket money, and they count as much as they want.

In order to enhance the effect, they often pause at critical moments, which is called "speech". One is to enhance the sense of expectation and retain the audience, and the other is to leave time for young apprentices and buddies to spend money with baskets.

This is also a subject of knowledge, which is a test of the storyteller's level, and he can't stop anywhere. For example, if you pause to refute and pay for money when directly talking about the surrounding environment, few people will pay attention to it, and the effect is not good.

Therefore, it is necessary to stop and leave a rebuttal in the middle of the most attractive plot in order to have a good effect.

As for the truncation of the plot before filming Xingmu every day, it is different from the rebuttal. It is called "keep the button", and it is for everyone to continue to listen to it the next day. This requires more arrests, more effort, and more level-testing, and there is no money to get. Of course, if you just leave the buttons and don't understand them, or if you just dig holes and don't fill them, you will be hated.

Therefore, one is "don't leave the judge!" and the other is "come back tomorrow!"

The beauty of it is to use it with one heart.

Seeing the little doll in Tsing Yi passing by, Fang Chang took out a few copper coins from the package and gently threw them in.

The bamboo basket is a flat and wide-open utensil, and everyone’s money is lying in it. It is all copper coins and nothing else. This is also the norm in various places. At this time, gold and silver are not legal tender, and even large transactions are not commonly used, so few people use gold and silver ingots.

But people from big families also often cast some gold and silver melon seeds, gold and silver leaves, and gold and silver dumplings. If they can come across this one day, it will be a big profit for these storytellers. It's a pity that there are not many rich people in the small town. Even in this era of lack of entertainment activities, in this small town where entertainment activities are far less abundant than Fucheng and Zhoucheng, there are only a few high-rollers who like to listen to books.

Seeing that the little apprentice had already turned around in the middle of the arena, and happily returned to the side, the storyteller put down his teacup and continued to narrate with the expectant eyes of the audience.

"Everyone was surprised: You are a brat, what can you do?"

"The young man stood tall and fearless, and said loudly in front of the elders: I once knew the old fairy in the mountains. His beard and hair were as white as snow, and he was tall and courageous. His hair was three feet three feet long, and his beard was two feet four feet long. After practicing for three thousand years, the magic power is boundless, if you can move it, you will be able to kill the pangolin monster."

"The villagers are grieving, and they are overjoyed to hear these words. They all say that you, a young man, still have such a way, so hurry up! But the elder was more cautious, and raised his hand to stop everyone, saying that although the mountain god of Yunzhong Mountain doesn't care about this It’s a mundane thing, but it always works, why don’t you go to the mountain temple and ask about it?”

"Everyone said it was reasonable, so they prepared three cows, three pigs, and three sheep. After slaughtering, the meat was divided, and only the heads of the cows, pigs, and sheep were left. They were stewed and colored with sugar, and seven altars of fine wine were carried away in a row. In the mountain temple, arrange them according to the astrology on the large altar, then kneel down together and pray to the mountain god."

"In an instant, the black wind blew up, and only a majestic voice sounded in the wind: 'The old god is a man of virtue, if you want to solve the problem of cutting off the water source, you still have to fall on him, it's not too late, hurry up Go!' Everyone was instantly convinced, and they all said to the ground: "Thank you for your guidance, and I will send you off to the mountain god!"..."

The following story is similar to the version circulated in other places. It is nothing more than that the villagers went to a certain mountain peak, knelt down and begged the old god to save them, cried deeply, and finally moved him and agreed to help.

Then the two sides fought in the mountains, and words such as "the sky is dark, the sun and the moon are dark", "the wind is blowing and the fire is covering the sky", "the water is surging and the sword is swift" are thrown out like money. Finally, the old fairy surnamed Fang finally Gaining the upper hand, he knocked the pangolin to the ground, cut off hundreds of years of cultivation, and forced it to swear a poisonous oath.

Fang Chang listened very interestingly, and couldn't help throwing some copper coins into the basket while the storyteller was keeping the button.