Time passes slowly
Lin Zheyu practices Manniu Boxing for two to three hours every day, and then eats a lot of meat.
After the source of improvement, his body has been built up. As long as he needs enough nutrition, he will recover and become stronger at an astonishing speed.
Three days have passed, all five medicinal decoctions have been used up, and the depleted energy and blood have been replenished.
Lin Zheyu's body is getting stronger and stronger, and his muscles are tight and strong.
He spent the past three days on alert, wary of Jia Yanyong coming to his door.
He carried chili powder with him and set up many traps at home.
However, a few days passed without seeing the other party.
Yixiang Tea House.
Jia Yanyong sat opposite Jia Yanming with a carefree look.
"Brother, I'm back."
He shouted into the tea house.
Unlike last time, the bloody smell on his body was a little stronger, and there was an extra cut on his neck, which was wrapped in gauze.
"Is your injury okay?"
Jia Yanming walked out of the inner hall and saw the wound on his brother's neck at a glance, and couldn't help but frown and asked.
"It's okay, it's just a minor injury. It will be fine in a few days."
Jia Yanyong said nonchalantly.
"Take it easy when fighting in the future, don't always take the lead."
"Life is yours, money is other people's, so do whatever you want," Jia Yanming said.
"Brother, you don't understand."
"Those are my brothers, I can't watch them being hacked to death in vain." Jia Yanyong shook his head.
The gangsters on the street, who take their righteousness seriously and can put a knife in the brothers' ribs
"Confused"
"They are all fair-weather friends, how can they be part of a gang?" If there is a true brother, I am your biological brother."
Jia Yanming said that as a businessman, he was used to seeing all kinds of darkness and scorned the brotherhood mentioned by Jia Yanyong.
"Brother, you don't have to worry about my business."
"You don't want me to teach you a lesson, Lin Zheyu"
"I'm free now , I’ll give him a good beating the day after tomorrow after I’ve been practicing. Don’t worry, I’ll be gentler then.”
Jia Yanyong said with a smile.
Bidan Tea House.
Lin Zheyu promised Liang Song to tell him a story about a warrior.
"It is a troubled autumn, and wars are everywhere in the world. There is a dynasty called the Song Dynasty, and wolves are looking around."
This is the Legend of the Condor Heroes by Mr. Jin. It tells the story of the great chivalrous man. A story of serving the country and the people.
Through this period of understanding, Lin Zheyu discovered that although Liang Song looked sloppy and unruly on the outside, he had a righteous heart in his heart.
He likes Yan Chixia's free and unrestrained personality, her righteousness, traveling around the world to slay demons, and also likes Zuo Qianhu's integrity and righteousness.
Telling this story is better thanStrange Stories from a Chinese Studio is a lot more troublesome. The dynastic background of Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio is vague and has almost no sense of existence.
But Condor Shooting is different. The dynastic background is extremely important.
Lin Zheyu made some deletions and made simple overhead processing.
“The vast Qiantang River flows past Niujia Village in Lin’an day and night, and flows eastward into the sea.”
“There are dozens lined up along the riverside”< /p>
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"But it is said that after Bao Xiruo was rescued by the mysterious man who called himself Yan Lie, he tried to commit suicide and die for love, but was persuaded by Yan Lie's kind words.
Coaxed by Yan Lie's Jinyi's delicacies, he unconsciously obeyed Yan Lie's arrangements and followed him out of Lin'an."
Lin Zheyu stood on the storytelling platform and talked.
This story is very long, and as he tells it, the content gradually unfolds.
At first, the guests were not used to it. There were no stories about the romantic encounters of scholars in the past. How could this be possible?
They all came here for the stories about romantic encounters between scholars
But as I listened, I gradually became fascinated.
"Hateful"
"How could this Bao Xiruo go with that guy? He is really shameless and unruly, I don't know"
Someone criticized the case and angrily road.
It was a scholar, and his face turned red when he heard it.
"Don't make any noise, be quiet, and listen to Mr. Xiaolin continue."
Hearing the discussion below, Lin Zheyu smiled slightly and clapped his eyes, "If you want to know what happened, and Listen to the breakdown next time."
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"Ah, it's over"
"No, hurry up and tell me what happens next"
"How can we tell half of the story? Mr. Xiaolin, please continue."
Lin Zheyu saw the excitement in the crowd and hurriedly stepped away.
Just kidding, this is different from writing in my previous life.
If you write out of context, the worst you can do is to be called a "out of context dog".
The storytelling is broken into chapters, and the excited guests may accidentally pick it up and continue the story. Lin Zheyu was lucky enough to experience it once.
“The opening chapter is good and exciting.” Liang Song commented.
Lin Zheyu smiled and said, "As long as you like it."
After chatting with Liang Song and asking about his doubts about martial arts, he left.
Go out and walk along Baiwei Street for more than two hundred meters, then turn and enter the restaurant.
He made an appointment here.
Lin Zheyu glanced around and sat down at one of the tables.
"Gentlemen, what are you thinking about?"
Lin Zheyu looked at the three older scholars in front of him.
A few people were wearing green robes, with beards, and their faces were covered with weather-beaten wrinkles.
The robes were washed white, and there were inconspicuous holes in some places. It was obvious that several people lived a shabby life.
These are the storytellers Lin Zheyu has found in the past few days. They are all storytellers with little background.There are some people who can't survive in Songyicheng.
"I can guarantee that the story will be as exciting as the one you told in Bidan Teahouse," the man on the left asked.
"The styles of the stories are different. I can't say who is better or worse, but it is definitely fresher and more exciting than the old stories you tell."
Lin Zheyu said.
The competition among storytellers is very high, and many scholars who have not been admitted to the exams and cannot survive have turned to storytellers.
It is impossible for a storyteller with old-fashioned stories, poor storytelling skills, and weak empathy to attract customers.
The three storytellers Lin Zheyu found all had good storytelling skills and so-so emotional expression abilities. Unfortunately, the stories they told were all relatively old and nothing new.
The world is so lacking in good stories.
In other words, there are good stories in this world, but because the circulation of written information is not convenient enough, they are only spread in a small area.
People have heard the good stories circulating in Songyicheng.
This is also why Lin Zheyu became popular so quickly.
"Can we take a look at the content first and then make a decision?" another person said.
"Of course."
Lin Zheyu took out several pieces of paper filled with dense handwriting from his arms, and everyone gave one copy. Same content.
"You can take a look first and tell the story with the manuscript I gave you. Each chapter will cost you 80 cents. If you agree, you will sign the contract."
Lin Zheyu said.
This was the way he had figured out before to make money, which was to find someone to cooperate in storytelling.
However, there is no copyright in stories in this era. If you tell them and listen to them, they become someone else’s.
It is precisely because of this that it is difficult for Lin Zheyu to sell at high prices.
A medium-level storyteller earns 70 cash a day, and with rewards and the like, he can earn around a hundred cash.
Based on this, Lin Zheyu set the price at 80 cents.
Because of good stories, rewards often exceed wages.
"This happened in the Brick Pagoda Hutong south of the Xisi Archway. There lived two brothers named Ta. One was named Ta Da, and the other was named Ta Er.
The second brother is here "I am an errand in the Admiral's Yamen, and the boss is a cook"
This is a classic story that has been circulated for a long time in the past life, the Nine-Head Case.
The three of them started holding the paper, and their eyes became brighter and brighter as they looked at it.
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