Bailuyuan, I am Bai Xiaowen

Chapter 11
Lao Yang tidied up and prepared to leave.

The shopkeeper of the hotel stopped him.

"Lao Yang, wait a minute, I haven't given you any money yet."

He took out five cents, "Old Yang, this is your salary."

"Boss Wang, here, you gave too much."

Normally I would give you two cents at most.

For one penny, you can have a bowl of meat noodles.Very valuable.

"Not many. Look at so many people now. I know that these are all brought here by Lao Yang."

There are many people who come to listen to books today.

There are more people listening to books and more people ordering food.

Much more than usual.

There are several more tables of guests.

The profit this brings is far beyond five cents.

And customers can also be converted into old customers.

The shopkeeper who has been running a tavern for many years knows this.

"Old Yang, I have also listened to your storytelling today, and it is really good. Why haven't I heard it from you before?"

"This is a new story, and I just found out about it. I didn't expect everyone to like it so much. I'm going to leave first, Mr. Wang, and come back in two days."

He was still thinking about whether he should take the time to go to the county seat.

The county seat is not very far.

Just twenty miles.

It takes a long time to walk.

However, there are usually ox carts and donkey carts going to the county town.

You can find someone to give you a ride.

I counted my gains today and did the math. I actually made nearly three cents.

Most of them are rewarded by listeners.

I've never made so much money.

Perhaps it was also the effect of the first lecture on the first day.

I thought if I could talk about it more times.All the same as today.

It's not a problem to make five or six oceans a month.

I had agreed with Bai Xiaowen that [-]% of it would be given to him.

After looking at it, I found out it was six cents.

After having lunch in the tavern, Lao Yang went to Bailu Village first.

Arrived at Bai's house around three o'clock in the afternoon.

Bai Jiaxuan: "Uncle, have you eaten yet?"

"Have eaten, is Xiaowen here?"

"Here, I just came back from school."

"Jiaxuan, you take this white sugar."

"Uncle, it's fine as long as you come. What else can you bring? No, no."

The old man put the things down directly.

Lao Yang continued to look for Bai Xiaowen, which made Bai Jiaxuan a little confused.

Only a few days later, I came looking again.He also brought something over.

"Xiaowen."

The old man was very happy to see Bai Xiaowen.

I feel very happy when I think about the three cents of money in my pocket.

It's not easy to make some money.

Triangle money can be used by farmers for a long time.

Can buy a lot of things.

"Xiaowen."

"Grandpa Yang."

"Xiaowen, this money is yours."

The old man gave Bai Xiaowen a dime.

Agreed [-]%.

Bai Xiaowen didn't refuse either, he deserved it.

Just looking at this is a bit much.

Twenty percent, one dime, means that Old Yangtou earned fifty cents, one time for five cents, two times for one dollar.

For the farmers in Bailu Village, some of them may not earn a dollar in a month.

"Xiaowen, thank you so much. It's the first time I've made so much money from storytelling for so many years. This time, I've made a total of three triangles. I'm going to the county seat tomorrow to see if I can make more money. Xiaowen, From now on, I will come back every ten days to give you the money, and you see what happens."

"No problem, just once every ten days. But Grandpa Yang, if you earn three cents, give me a dime, which is too much. The agreed [-]% is [-]%."

"Take it and take it."

Bai Xiaowen collected the money.

With five oceans obtained from robbing corpses from bandits, he doesn't value this dime very much.

But there is an advantage.

This is the money that belongs to you on the surface.

The money from the bandits belongs to black money, which is not visible and has no source.

If his father found out, he would probably have to beat him up and force him to question him.

This is different, money comes from serious channels.

Use it however you want.

He can even cleanse the five oceans of the bandits.

"Xiaowen, what's the next manuscript?"

Lao Yang is most concerned about this issue.

After all, Bai Xiaowen only provided a manuscript of [-] words.

Once it's said, it's gone.

You can't say the same thing over and over again.

Then there would be no audience.

The story is only exciting when you hear it for the first time.

The second time I listened to it, I thought it was okay.

The third time I started to feel dull.

Wait for more times, no one will listen to it anymore.

I went back to Bailu Village with him to talk about the Three Kingdoms, and it turned out that the only people who came to listen attentively were children.

Bai Xiaowen took out the 1-word manuscript written in the past few days.

Gave it to Lao Yang.

Old Yang picked it up with both hands.

very important.

The first time I received it, I looked at the contents.

I know that these are just in line with the previous content.

At this moment, I still have some doubts. Are these stories really written by this kid, Bai Xiaowen?

After thinking about it, maybe there really is such a talented person.

For a storyteller like him, there are too many stories in the book, and there are many stories about child prodigies. Bai Xiaowen is also regarded as a child prodigy.

Bai Xiaowen: "Grandpa Yang, this is new. You should remember all the old content. Give those back to me."

"well."

Old Yang gave the old manuscript to Bai Xiaowen.

Bai Xiaowen has to take it back.

I don't want the manuscript to be circulated outside.

Save yourself the hassle.

In addition, these manuscripts will always be useful in the future.

Keep it well by yourself, organize it, and put it in the space without losing it.

The inside of the space is the size of a small room, a cube surrounded by space walls.

The things lying inside now are a few books, pens, ink and paper.In addition, there are five oceans and a pistol.

And put the new dime into the space.

The space will be safer.

After chatting for a while, Lao Yang left the Bai family.

"Uncle, let's go after eating."

"No, Jiaxuan, I'm going back first. Xiaowen is such a good boy, very smart."

"Uncle, you take these eggs away."

Old Yangtou didn't want to leave directly.

Bai Jiaxuan was still a little embarrassed. He bought sugar so politely and didn't even return the gift.

Bai Jiaxuan came over and looked at Bai Xiaowen: "Xiaowen, what did your Grandpa Yang do when he came to see you this time?"

He is still quite curious.

After thinking about it, maybe he was attracted to his son and wanted to take him as a disciple.

Storytelling is a dirty business.

He is the patriarch, the patriarch of Bailu Village, and he raised his son as the next patriarch, so he cannot be a storyteller, nor can he be a storyteller when he is farming.

But it doesn't look like it, and they even specially sent gifts.Rather curious.

"Father, I thought of a story, and Grandpa Yang used my story to tell the story."

"You wrote the story?"

Bai Jiaxuan looked at his son.

I can still write stories.

Thinking of having time to ask his brother-in-law.If you really have any talent.I can write stories and books, and I am still young, so if I can really be promising.Bai Jiaxuan still has high hopes for his two sons.Otherwise, they wouldn't have spent a lot of effort building a school in the village.

(End of this chapter)