Several girls sighed for a while, and Zhan Wenjun asked in a low voice: "Mr. Lang is here to visit today. I wonder if Gu Ming's mansion can agree?"

Although Xu You made a promise, Gu Yun came from a family and had a high opinion of himself. After coming to Qiantang, there were not many local gentry meetings, and even fewer were able to enter the house, not to mention ordinary people, so it was extremely difficult for Zhan Wenjun to get into a relationship, so he was nervous, his eyes were expectant, and he was a little anxious.

"Don't worry, Madam, Gu Mingfu knows the difficulties of Zhan's family and has already responded to our request. If the governor's mansion really helps Tianshidao and conducts Wen Qiantang, he has his own way to deal with it. It may not be possible to refute it, but it will take some time to delay it and deal with it."

Zhan Wenjun was happy, and his beautiful eyes suddenly rippled. He swept Xu You, lowered his head, and said, "It's thanks to the husband who came forward, otherwise Gu Mingfu might not be able to nod."

The last time Gu Yun came to Binlou to mediate the dispute between the two parties was because Zhan Wenjun went to the county government to report that Zhan Yun was kidnapped and the law was on her side, so he was demoted to come in person and enforce the law impartially, which was the duty of his parents to help the Zhan family. This time, Xu You came forward and asked Gu Yun to delay time under the pressure of the governor's office. It was a human relationship outside of the law, and there was no reasonable friendship. Why should people take the risk of offending Liu Quan to help you?

"Madam is wrong, this matter is not power of blessing!"

Xu You was not proud of his contributions and chuckled: "The Zhan family is also a citizen of Qiantang County. They have been born here for generations. If they are really taken away by others, Gu Mingfu will be blind. Besides, Qiantang is a major county in Wujun, not comparable to Juzhang, Yongning and other counties. It is really too much to explain, and it is difficult for all the people to explain. Gu Mingfu has such concerns, so he responded."

The more Xu You was like this, the more humble he seemed to Zhan Wenjun. He smiled and stopped obsessing about this topic, saying: "If Tianshi Dao really puts pressure through the governor's mansion, and to put it in a short sentence, the official article will be around for more than ten days, and then for more than ten days, our opportunity will come."

"Not bad! With this month, it's enough to make Tianshidao's efforts fail!"

In the poem about tea in Zhang Zai of the Western Jin Dynasty, there is a sentence "Fragrant tea is the highest in Liuqing, and the flavor is spreading in Nine Districts". As the largest teahouse in Qiantang, Liuqing Teahouse is the place with merchants gathered in the morning and evening, and it is very lively. On this morning, many local old teahouses were either alone or in groups, sitting in groups of three or three. More than a dozen waiters were wearing blue and white crotch, holding tea in their hands, and shuttled through the crowd quickly. From time to time, they heard someone shouting "A bowl of divine spring", and the one shouting "A bowl of bright moon", with the crowds of people coming and going.

"Shenquan? Mingyue? Forgive me for being ignorant. I have never heard of the names of these two kinds of teas. It seems to be delicious..." Xu You sat on the side of the desk near the corner and turned his head to ask Zhan Wenjun who was dressed in men's clothes beside him.

Zhan Wenjun has a thin powder, his temples are restrained, his head is covered with dark gauze, and he is wearing a crimson-colored wide-sleeved gown. His starry eyes are as white as snow. He is tall and long, and even when he is kneeling there, he seems to stand out from the crowd, and he has an extraordinary demeanor that no one can match.

She laughed, as if spring was coming to the earth, and said, "My husband is a wise man. This tea is just a common thing for people and cows to drink and quench thirst. It is just a more elegant name, and it follows everyone's vassal and superior heart."

Although the so-called Shenquan and Mingyue sound elegant, during the Six Dynasties, ordinary people often picked tea from ordinary tea trees. They had a single variety and a bitter taste. They did not stir-fry after picking. They directly put the raw tea leaves in water and boiled into soup, and then drank them like drinking vegetable soup. Therefore, these tea lovers would shout to have another bowl - this bowl, which is a bowl for real meals!

As for wealthy families, there will be some progress. For example, when drinking tea, you can use a special tea cup, which is convenient to hold and looks tasteful. The tea leaves only take tender buds, which tastes slightly better, but without exception, they are cooked raw.

"So that's it!" Xu You smiled and said, "It was me who made an empirical mistake!"

"Empiricalism?" Zhan Wenjun raised his eyebrows, not understanding the word.

"Uh...that means that the meaning of the word "looking on the text..."

"Mr.'s witty words are always refreshing."

Xu You smiled bitterly and said, "Thank God, I finally didn't mention Yu Fahu this time..."

Zhan Wenjun laughed up and down, which attracted many people around her to look at her. She stuck out her tongue, and rarely showed the expression of a little girl. Xu You was in a daze and remembered that if he was counted in the age of later generations, Mrs. Guo, who was struggling to support her under the oppression of various crises, was just a child.

At this moment, a waiter stood up and said hello to the surroundings. The room immediately became quiet. He bowed and said respectfully: "Dear villagers, my store owner knows that you feel a little depressed when you drink tea every day, so he paid a lot of money to invite a storyteller to tell everyone a story. If you think it sounds good, you can come and support it on time every day. If you think it doesn't sound good, sorry, it's time for you to go and see your ear disease."

Everyone burst into laughter. Those who could gather in the teahouse for tea were usually the common people, and they didn’t pay much attention to it. Someone immediately shouted: “You are wrong, you are not saying it well. You should pay our ears to our master!”

"Yes, yes...this is reasonable. If it doesn't sound nice, I'll give up the tea money today, right?"

"Li Fu, you just like to take advantage of small gains and have no future!" Someone stood up and laughed and said, "It doesn't matter if you have any love, I can afford it anyway. But what is a storyteller? From ancient times to the present, there are three religions and nine elements and eight works, but I have never heard of a storyteller's profession!"

Li Fu sneered and said, "Han Qi, you don't know a big word, what do you know about the three religions and the other? If you want me to say, this storyteller is, that's..."

"What's that? You're going to say it." An acquaintance next to him knew that Li Fu couldn't say it, so he deliberately teased him in front of everyone.

Li Fu slammed his high fives hard, and said to the heart: "It is those scholars who shake their heads and tell us the principles in the books of sages, so they changed the name of storytellers!"

Everyone was silent for a moment, and they were shocked by Li Fu. The scholars were reading for themselves. Isn’t the storyteller just talking for others? Seeing Li Fu proud, Han Qi snorted coldly, turned his head and sat down, but he couldn’t think of refuting, so he had to get angry secretly and his face turned blue.

Looking at the farce in front of him, Lu Shuang, who was sitting beside Zhan Wenjun, was also dressed in men's clothes, but she had a little more weak and charming look than the heroic Zhan Wenjun. She chuckled: "Although this person is ignorant, he is right..."

Zhan Wenjun smiled and said, "It's right or not. It's probably not reasonable to tell them the principles in the books of sages. It's better to tell stories like the White Snake, which are fascinating and implicit in the principles of being a person and doing things, but it seems clear and clear."

Wan Qi, who had not spoken, suddenly said: "Mrs. What she said is very true!"

She knelt behind Zhan Wenjun, as cold as snow, and was incompatible with the lively environment around her. Lu Shuang joked: "Wanqi loves the book "The Legend of the White Snake written by Xiaolang the most, and cannot tolerate others saying a illusion."

Wan Qi's face changed slightly. He secretly looked at Xu You. Seeing that he didn't care about Lu Shuang's words, he felt relieved first, and then he became confused for some reason.

The waiter led a man in, wearing a gray round-necked robe shirt, but not the wide sleeves that are popular nowadays, but tightened the cuffs and tied them up at the wrists. He tied a black cloth leather belt around his waist, which was not like a military uniform or a military uniform. It looked simple and weird. This man sat down on the middle table, and placed a bowl of tea on the table, a rectangular redwood board the size of a palm, and a copper bowl. He cleared his throat and said, "Please, please tell you a story today, a story of a mortal and a monster getting married..."

This is called the name of the opening and is also one of the techniques taught by Lushuang. For the general public, telling stories does not require too profound vocabulary and gorgeous literary etiquette, nor does it require much complex structure and thought-provoking connotation. It only depends on the curiosity, good-looking, attractive and easy-to-understand. With these four points, there is a foundation for widespread dissemination.

"It is said that during the Yongguang period of the Han Dynasty, a little medicine boy living by the West Lake went up the mountain to collect herbs. He encountered a little white snake trapped in a hunter's trap. He was kind-hearted and hurried forward to rescue the white snake. In a blink of an eye, five hundred years have passed, and the little white snake has achieved cultivation, shedding the snake skin, and turned into a human body. She is extremely beautiful and has no fun..."

Lu Shuang listened for a while and said, "Zhou Qiqiao is really smart and tight! Look at his eyebrows, his eyes are wide open when he should be surprised, his eyes are splashing when he should be angry, his eyebrows are raised when he should be naughty, and his eyebrows are lower when he should be pity. If you practice for a while, it will be better."

This person who taught in Liuqing Teahouse was Zhou Qiqiao. As the saying goes, "With steel, it is best to use on the blade." Zhou Qiqiao has the best memory, the best eloquence, and is very clever. He asked him to come to Liuqing Building, the most mixed place in Qiantang City, to use everything and be just right.

Bang!

The sequoia pounded violently on the table, and the crisp and bright sounds stirred back and forth in the hall, which made everyone feel frightened to their throats.

"...But I saw that the scholar turned around and was recognized by Bai Suzhen. It was the little medicine boy who saved her from danger five hundred years ago. After ten generations of reincarnation, he became the current scholar..." Zhou Qiqiao shook his head and said, "There is a vast sea of ​​people, no more or less. It happened to be this step. You want to ask if the two of them have met, and let me drink a sip of tea and then decompose it later."

"Ah? It's gone?"

"No, you continue to say it, we are all waiting to listen."

"Yes, yes, this guy... a storyteller, you can drink tea, but you don't have to stop..."

Zhou Qi smiled without saying a word, and slowly drank tea. Xu You got up and walked over, threw five cents into the bowl, and said, "I don't respect merely, I'll give you some money to help you."

Zhou Qiqiao thanked Xu You, looked around and said, "Let me rest for a while."

As a result, everyone else understood that after all, the storytelling industry is considered a new thing, and no one has seen it before, nor do they understand the unspoken rules. With Xu You as a demonstration, people who are not short of money immediately stepped forward. In a short while, dozens of texts were filled in the bowl.
Chapter completed!