Great Sui Storyteller

Chapter 241.
In the afternoon, the streets near Dongshi were bustling with activity.

Li Zhen searched for the door of a wine shop, glanced at the waiter in the shop, saw that the waiter didn't intend to push him away, and cleared his throat.

Speaking of things like laying down the ground, it would not have been done by a storyteller.

The group of people who talk about cross talk do this.

Picking cakes on the flat ground and catching thieves on the opposite side, all rely on one mouth.

They have their own complete set of incisive inheritance, from when they start speaking, such as Baishasa characters and Taiping lyrics, to how to catch people after they start speaking, and finally, they ask for money at the door.

This group of artists, who have represented the grassroots street culture since their birth, have their own ideas about Liandi.

But Mr. Storyteller is different.

After leaving the teacher, throughout the ages, they have been working in restaurants and teahouses.

Well said, stay.After staying, the two discussed how to divide the accounts and what to read.Once these are settled, they cannot be replaced easily, and then the storyteller has to collect all the money for the first and last day.

It's not good to say, if the shopkeeper knows the rules, he can manage a meal.If you don't know the rules, you can't blame others for being hungry.

Who told you not to come home?
Therefore, this is also the main reason why it is said that cross talkers belong to the lower class, while storytellers are called Mr.

Literate, that is, sir.

But now this moment is this moment and that moment.

Li Zhen didn't think there was anything shameful about laying down the ground.

On the contrary, he still felt quite fresh.

After all, in his time, there was no such thing as Liandi.

After he finished his studies with his master, he entered the Quyi Troupe directly.Started to follow the TV station to record the program~
Later, I made a small fortune by recording the CD. After getting the first pot of gold in my life, I met a few noble people, entered the TV station and became famous, and then established the Chunyou Club. In just a few years, relying on myself The hard power, coupled with the elite soldiers and generals under his command, has already surpassed the famous "Xuannan", "Dongcheng" and "Chongwen" libraries in Yanjing City at that time, and firmly established the "Pingshu No. 1" in the hearts of the audience. .[-]” designation.

Of course, this so-called "storytelling No. 1" Li Zhen never agreed with it.

People in this line of hidden dragons and crouching tigers are much more capable.

It can only be said that his audience is relatively large.But it doesn't mean that his level is already the first in all ages~
This self-awareness is still there.

So, strictly speaking, Li Zhen never laid down the ground.

But he has many friends.

Master has more friends.

Whether it's people from Xihemen, Pingshumen, or other folk arts, everyone sits and chats together.

I have heard many old gentlemen who have left the ground to bring out the hard times in the past and turn them into the talk of today.

The more you listen, the better you will be.

There are two most critical points in laying down the ground.

One is gathering people.

Second, it is to take people.

People have to get together first, relying on Zhang Luo.

Then relying on my own ability, I captured these people, and finally asked for money.

money is not a problem.

He will still sell tickets in the future.

So just turn on popularity.

How to get famous?
Simple.

Give a lot.

The porcelain given.

Enticing enough.

And you have to admit that compared with relatively speaking, storytelling is more rigorous... Stand-up comedy is more suitable for Liandi in this respect.

Stand-up comedy is the most entertaining job. From Li Zhen's point of view, once "Nine Heads Case" comes out, nothing else is really enough.

In addition, Mr. Huqiu had to finish listening, otherwise he might lose his head.

So what he wants to talk about today is "The Case of the Nine Heads".

Not much to say.

He said that it was at the place where Shopkeeper Qu cut off Mr. Huqiu.

Just right.

There are strange and strange.

Everyone thought that there should be two heads at the door of the shopkeeper in Shanxi.

But in the end, the storyteller was there like the difference of "one, two... three". Once the head count comes out, everyone who listens to it will never forget it!
Just look at Mr. Huqiu's thoughtful appearance, this button is the most wonderful... and it's not a thing at all.

Looking at the people walking on the street, and at the buskers who just came out, he knew that he couldn't delay any longer.

So he cleared his throat.

Although he couldn't sit down and the angle of view was a bit strange, it didn't delay him at all.

"Snapped!"

A little bit of Leihumen's skills were used.

The slap he slapped was resounding.

The news spread far away, and many people on this street turned their heads to look this way.

Not to mention the people who are paralyzed by alcohol in the wine shop and plan to spend this boring afternoon.

When some people looked over with the applause, they heard the not-so-cleanly dressed Taoist chant in an exceptionally clear voice:
"Difficult, difficult, Daodexuan.

If you don't have a bosom friend, you can't talk about it.

By the way, let's talk a few words.

It’s a waste not to have a bosom friend~”

"Snapped!"

There was another round of applause.

"Tongue!"

A poem that rhymed, but had a strange mouth came out of the Taoist priest's mouth.

Everyone was curious, when they saw the Taoist smiled and cupped his hands:

"Everyone, I have just come to Guibao in the capital. I have seen and heard a lot along the way. It is very kind to see you all. Seeing you, I have seen my relatives. I thought about taking this Along the way, a strange thing happened to me in Pindao! Let me tell you about it.

Don't worry, you don't need money, and you don't need food. It's just that this incident is so strange that every time I think about it, it's shocking!If you have nothing to do, stay and listen.Listen to the story of the nine heads...thirteen lives! "

The voice is clear and passionate.

The characters are round.

A group of people were wondering what kind of sour poems the Taoist priest was reading during the day, and after hearing these words, they thought about it...

Anyway, no money, right?
Then listen to it.

Listen to what a strange method... Hey, this Taoist priest sounds like a foreigner when he hears his accent.

There are many strange things going on in Luoyang City.

The wonders of the world are nothing to worry about here.

What kind of flowers can you, a wandering Taoist, tell you?

With this in mind, some innocent people stood in front of Li Zhen.

And those people in the wine shop behind Li Zhen, seeing the excitement in front of them, also raised their heads.

In addition, the Taoist priest's voice is loud and can be heard clearly, so the "audio-visual experience" is quite good.

Anyway, coming to drink in the afternoon is just for entertainment.

There is a lot of excitement at the moment, and the interest of the guests is really strong.

Even the windows on the second floor were opened several sides.

I want to hear more clearly.

And at such a favorable time and place, the voice of the Taoist priest resounded in this street:
"So where did this story happen? Hey, it happened in a city called Yanjing..."

"Nine Heads".

Open the book.

(End of this chapter)