In the end, after she threw out a lot of money, the man was completely convinced that this little girl was really rich.

The way the guy looked at her changed immediately.

"Hey, the food will be here soon!" The waiter said with a business smile.

Ning Xin waited for a while, and soon two signature dishes were served on the table.

One is the old duck and winter melon stew, and the other is the white jade tofu.

The delicious aroma of the old duck stewed in the pot was overflowing. This was what she smelled outside just now.

White jade tofu is soft and smooth. After cooking, it is charred on the outside and tender on the inside. It has a golden color and a mellow taste.

Although they are all good dishes, maybe because I am used to Li Gui's cooking, I always feel like something is missing when eating food from outside.

While Ning Xin was putting rice into her mouth, she was thinking about what she would do if she and her father moved to Fucheng without Grandpa Li to cook.

And Fourth Uncle Yu, that stubborn old man, although he has a bit of a bad temper, he still protects her and her father...

She has been in this world for a few months, and apart from her father, she has basically spent the longest time with Fourth Uncle Yu, Li Gui.

It took longer than with Mrs. Ning, Brother Ning, Ning Xiaorong and the others.

Although there was a calculation in the beginning, the human heart is full of flesh.

Her relationship with these two old men gradually grew as they got along day by day.

Before time travel, Ning Xin was lonely and alone. She had no parents or relatives and only had a job.

So after having it, she was even more reluctant to part with it.

What if we persuade those two old men to come to Fucheng with them?

Ning Xin's mind was filled with random thoughts, but after thinking about it, she thought it was impossible. After all, Fourth Uncle Yu was still the patriarch of the village...

Two sounds of "pop" disrupted Ning Xin's thoughts.

She looked up and found a storyteller standing in front of the restaurant.

Xing Mu patted him, and all the diners were attracted to him.

"Storytellers and operas persuade people, and the three main roads take the center. Good and evil will be rewarded in the end, and the right path in the world is subject to vicissitudes of life!"

This was the first time that Ning Xin really saw what an ancient storyteller looked like.

He is tall and thin, wearing a long gown, has a sharp tongue, and speaks very crisply.

The lecture rhythm is better than that of the special teachers in Ning Xin’s district.

"Today I will tell you something..."

He was telling a story from Xiao Xiaosheng's book. Ning Xin had read a lot of Xiao Xiaosheng's books before in order to write a storybook.

She has also read this book.

However, words and language have different forms of expression. A rather thin story actually has a little more flavor in the storyteller's mouth.

Ning Xin became more and more excited as she listened, and shouted "Hello" several times along with everyone else.

The storyteller left the sentence "Let's listen to the explanation next time" and then left.

The diners got stuck in the middle of the story and felt very uncomfortable.

It was the shopkeeper of the restaurant who came out to smooth things over, saying that he would come over at the same time tomorrow to continue talking.

Ning Xin found it quite interesting.

This storyteller obviously solicits customers for the restaurant, and the restaurant gives him a share of the money.

In order to listen to a piece of his book, maybe someone will come to this restaurant for dinner tomorrow.

If you think about it this way, if you have a few storytellers, wouldn't you control the entire advertising media in the city?

How much money does this cost?

Thinking of this, she jumped down from the table and wanted to have a chat with the storyteller.

"Have you eaten yet?"

The same boy from before came up to me with a smile on his face.

Ning Xin was afraid that the storyteller would run away, so she had to pay the bill quickly.

But her pocket was too small, so when she was taking out money, she accidentally dropped two silver ingots.

There are seven or eight taels.

The clerk's eyelids twitched. He never expected that this girl had so much money.

After Ning Xin paid the money, she ran out of the restaurant quickly. She looked around and happened to see a corner of the storyteller's robe.

"Sir! Wait!" She ran after him with her short legs.

I don’t know if the man was too fast or she was too slow. She ran straight down the street before she caught up with the storyteller.

"You...you called me?"

Ning Xin wore a goose-yellow dress today.

Because the weather was still a little cold, Ning Chengwen specially put on a small light purple cloak for her.

The two little ones were tied up with goose-yellow hairbands, and the rest hung on the shoulders.

Under the flat bangs are a pair of round black eyes, and his face is slightly red from running.

Ning Chengwen is a tough guy who spares no effort in spending money for his daughter, and the clothes she wears are of good quality.

At first glance, she looks like the daughter of a wealthy family.

"Is this young lady looking for something to do with me?"

"Huhu..." Ning Xin took a breath and said, "I have something to ask, sir. How many lectures a day can I still make money?"

The storyteller was stunned, not understanding the reason why the girl asked him this.

But he still answered honestly: "There are three shows a day, and I have to share the money with the book club, so I can barely make ends meet."

"Book club?"

The storyteller nodded: "Yes, book club."

Only then did Ning Xin realize that what she thought was a golden idea had been implemented for many years in ancient times.

This so-called book gathering is to bring storytellers together and arrange the location and location for their storytelling.

Some of the contents of the books they talked about recently were purchased from the authors.

Including the one that Xiaoxiaosheng wrote just now.

It is equivalent to buying the audio copyright of the author's book.

However, the money earned by storytellers must be divided with the book club. Part of it will be taken when buying the copyright, and part will be taken based on the location. Anyway, in the end, there will not be much in the hands of individuals.

So even though this person is so popular in the restaurant, in fact he may not even be able to afford a full meal with his daily income.

Ning Xin didn't quite understand: "They are exploiting you so much, why can't they do it alone?"

The storyteller smiled bitterly and shook his head: "All storytellers in Fucheng must join the book club."

"I have another game to catch up with, so I'll leave first."

The storyteller lifted up his robe and left.

When his back disappeared from the street corner, the calculations in Ning Xin's mind were still going on.

According to what the person just said, there are over a hundred storytellers in Fucheng together, and each of them plays three games a day.

They get three points from the restaurant's commission. Based on the customer flow of the restaurant just now, they can earn at least two taels of silver a day.

Those in poor locations may earn less, but on average, one tael per person is enough.

Even if it's 37 cents, you can still make 30 taels a day without doing anything.

This is a good deal that fell from the sky, why can't she do it...

From what the man said just now, Ning Xin knew that there must be some connections in the underworld, and she had no chance in this matter.

As I was walking back dejectedly, suddenly there was a rush of footsteps behind me.

Just as Ning Xin was about to look back, a pair of big hands appeared behind her and covered her mouth tightly.

She was lifted into the air.

Then, a familiar voice sounded from behind.

"Boss, I'm talking about this girl. She has a lot of money. If you don't believe me, check it out for yourself!"

With that said, the man turned to Ning Xin, and it turned out to be the boy from the restaurant just now.

Damn it! You shouldn’t have shown your wealth just now!

Ning Xin regretted it too much.

The restaurant waiter wanted to untie the purse from her waist with ill intentions, but unexpectedly a cold piece of iron was pressed against her throat——

"Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh..." The little boy's mouth was covered and he couldn't speak. He could only express his emotions with his big eyes.
Chapter completed!