Talk about the world of mortals in detail

Of course, there is no rush to write a book. Hui Mian has been doing his best in the mountains during this period, and later he rode a gourd all over the mountains to collect morning dew, so he had to reward him no matter what.

Chengtian Mansion is the richest in the world, and all kinds of people and things can be seen here. Naturally, there is no shortage of delicacies from all over the world, but the prices of some famous ones are naturally not cheap.

Yi Shuyuan now has some money on him. Although he didn't get it from Master Mo, he still saved a lot of money during his time as a storyteller in Mingzhou.

This money is definitely not enough to spend lavishly in the capital, but it is more than enough for a few luxuries.

But after three days, the luxury was a bit too much.

This morning, Yi Shuyuan was walking on a street, and Hui Mian on his shoulder whispered in his ear.

"Sir, we ordered too many dishes yesterday. If this continues, our money won't last long."

"You have the ability to make money, why are you still worried about going hungry?"

Yi Shuyuan answered with a smile, not worried at all, just walking slowly in the city.

There are more people of all kinds in the capital, and the changes in the vitality of many people are also a sight in Yi Shuyuan's eyes.

For example, when two people are quarreling, you can see at a glance who is the stronger one and who is the most angry by looking at the changes in the energy levels on their heads.

Yi Shuyuan can be considered to have achieved some achievements in the immortal way now. Walking in the world of mortals is like a fish swimming in the water. All the breaths are like running water passing by him, and they also include some attention.

Even so, Yi Shuyuan has a calm demeanor and long gray hair. Although many people will ignore him for some reason, once they pay attention to him for some reason, they will subconsciously pay attention to him and look back frequently even if they pass by.

As for these people, Yi Shuyuan would also look around. Some were outstanding in culture, some were obscure, some were looming over their heads, and some were clear and bright.

While Yi Shuyuan was walking and looking at the drug store on one side, the shouts on the street attracted his attention.

"Hey, dear guests, if you are not in a hurry, why don't you come in and have tea - our store is newly opened, and every visitor will be given a bunch of melon seeds as a gift!"

"My dear guests, would you like to have a pot of tea to quench your thirst?"

Not far away is a newly opened small teahouse.

It is two stories high and covers an area of ​​only twenty or thirty feet square. Although it is not a large building, a waiter was shouting very enthusiastically outside the teahouse.

Yi Shuyuan looked up and saw the plaque of the teahouse.

“Muxin Tea House”

Yi Shuyuan muttered something in a low voice, and that was what he thought. He changed his pace and walked towards the teahouse diagonally opposite.

It is not easy to open a shop in a place like the capital. The weather is not beautiful now, and the tea house is a new store, so there are not many visitors in the building.

Therefore, every guest who comes to the door is warmly received, and Yi Shuyuan is no exception.

Seeing the man in Yi Shuyuan's attire coming over, the man who noticed Yi Shuyuan almost immediately stepped forward when he stopped.

"Please, sir, I'll give you some good tea to soothe your throat. The shopkeeper, I'm a distinguished guest——"

The voice was loud but not harsh to Yi Shuyuan who was nearby. This voice was probably specially trained, so he couldn't help but praise his professionalism in his heart.

When we arrived at the teahouse, other waiters immediately took over the task of entertaining.

A waiter with a rag on his shoulder came over and the shopkeeper smiled back.

"What kind of tea would you like, sir? We have the best Mingzhou Wuqing tea!"

Yi Shuyuan glanced at the tables and stools in the building. Although the tea was fragrant, there were only a few drinkers. He was not in a hurry to ask for tea, but asked the people in front of the stage with a smile.

"Shopkeeper, I smell the aroma of tea in the store, but there are not many customers inside, but the tea is too expensive?"

"Hey, sir, what are you talking about? Our store has only been open for a few days, and we don't have many regular customers yet. In addition, the weather is not good, so we have to do business slowly. However, our tea is high quality and cheap, and we are absolutely honest!" "

The shopkeeper pointed to the sign on the counter and spoke confidently.

The person in front of him is very popular, and his gray hair adds a sense of vicissitudes of life. He must be a well-educated man. He does not talk about money in front of this person, and the price is clearly marked on the listing above.

Yi Shuyuan looked up and saw that except for Mingzhou Wuqing, which cost two hundred cents a pot, the other teas only cost twenty to thirty cents.

Adding water is not included, but adding tea leaves is extra. There is also a sign saying "comes with a plate of melon seeds".

This price is considered very reasonable in Beijing.

Yi Shuyuan nodded and asked with an unchanging smile.

"The shopkeeper, I'm short on money, but I also want to taste this famous foggy green tea."

The shopkeeper was slightly unhappy when he heard this, but it didn't show on his face.

The other party's manners and demeanor showed that he was not a rude person, so he was not in a hurry to speak and continued to listen to what the other party said.

"If the shopkeeper is willing to make it easier, I will never drink your tea for nothing."

As he spoke, Yi Shuyuan took another look around.

"Well, I will help you fill this teahouse with customers."

While talking, Yi Shuyuan had already taken out an object from his sleeve and placed it on the counter. It was a black and exquisite ruler. He then took out a handkerchief and placed it on the ruler, and patted it with the folding fan in his hand.

Following Yi Shuyuan's actions, the shopkeeper's eyes also lit up.

Sometimes it's hard to tell whether there are people who are talented or not, because there are those who are real people and don't show their faces, but sometimes it's easy to tell. With Yi Shuyuan's confidence and calmness, this storyteller must be quite good.

"Sir, can you tell me about "The River God Falls"? Everyone in the city loves to listen to it these days!"

The river god falls?

Yi Shuyuan nodded.

"It's just what I want! Why don't you give the shopkeeper a try?"

——

In the back kitchen of the tea house, an appropriate amount of matt green new tea was carefully placed into an exquisite white porcelain teapot, and boiling water was poured into it.

As the hot mist rises, the unique scent of tea spreads out within a short time.

Tsing Yi sat down, with folding fans placed on both sides.

When one waiter came happily carrying a teapot, another waiter had already excitedly ran to the street outside the teahouse, shouting at the top of his lungs:

"Storytelling——"

"Muxin Teahouse, storyteller - I have never heard of "River God Falls" -"

The power of these two or three shouts was far greater than the store clerk's half-day solicitation.

Although the guests did not flock in immediately, it was obvious that many people were already heading this way after hearing the shouting. In just a moment, the teahouse became lively.

As soon as many customers enter the door, they can see a man in front of a square table on the edge of the stairs inside the lobby. He is wearing a green cloak and a folding fan and a ruler placed in front of the table.

The man was sitting there calmly and sipping tea. He must be a storyteller.

Some people in the capital have seen the world, and how good they are as storytellers. Sometimes you can tell at first glance that this person must have a unique skill!

"Hurry up and grab a seat closer." "Here's a pot of tea and a plate of melon seeds!"

"Okay, I'll be there soon."

"Hey, shopkeeper, when will the lecture begin?"

"Is the story about "The Fall of the River God" that I'm talking about today new?"

"It must be new!" "Don't lie!"

Yi Shuyuan opened the tea leaves with the lid of the tea cup, blew on the tea and then took a sip.

It's hot, but the fragrance of tea is pure and strong, as if the fragrance is even in the tea mist.

When it comes to storytelling, the sense of atmosphere must be brought up, and Yi Shuyuan quite likes this feeling.

The shopkeeper, who had already had a taste of the storyteller's skills before, was so confident that he personally brought a plate and placed it on Yi Shuyuan's table.

Yi Shuyuan took a look and saw that the plate contained half of the tangerine peel and two pieces of persimmons.

"Sir, look, there are many people waiting!"

Yi Shuyuan naturally heard the sounds around him. He put down the tea cup, raised his head and looked around.

The scene inside the teahouse was in sharp contrast to the previous emptiness. Although it was not packed, it was definitely lively.

And just as Yi Shuyuan couldn't help but think of the last time he formally told a story, the Qingyuan Teahouse in Mingzhou was crowded with people, not to mention the inside of the building, and even Qingyuan Street.

Yi Shuyuan glanced inside and outside the teahouse, nodded slightly, took the fan with his right hand and grabbed the ruler with his left hand.

The Fu Chi was slowly lifted up and quickly dropped amidst the commotion.

"Pa~"

The crisp sound produced by the ruler hitting the tabletop seemed to have magical power. Regardless of whether everyone was paying attention to the storyteller or not, the teahouse fell silent in an instant.

"Thanks to the owner of Muxin Tea House, I allow you to tell me a story here. Today I will tell you a new story. Don't rush to ask. Please listen carefully to what I have to say."

With a "stab" sound, the folding fan unfolded in the storyteller's hands.

With a gentle blow of the folding fan, the fragrance of the famous Wuqing tea seems to be blown to all directions.

Yi Shuyuan's voice became deep and resonant. He did not rush to talk about the destruction of temples and the crime of river gods like ordinary storytellers, but looked at history from the perspective.

"During the previous dynasty, Liu Gong was good at water conservancy. The emperor of the previous dynasty ordered him to map waterways, hoping to mobilize the power of the government and the people to build a great river that connects the north and the south. This has benefited the water for thousands of years, and it is now the Kaiyang Grand Canal. And in the nearby water, there is a big catfish that has been practicing for many years."

The storyteller's voice is neither urgent nor slow, and gradually draws the listener's attention into the story.

"Liu Shidao has great merits. The catfish spirit helped when digging the canal, so he kept his promise and built a temple for him. This is the beginning of the origin of Kaiyang River God."

There is naturally a reason why catfish can become a water god, and Yi Shuyuan also included this period of history.

This is not something that Yi Shuyuan only knows about. In fact, it exists in unofficial histories.

Naturally, it is not as simple as building a temple to become a righteous god, but with the new opening of the Kaiyang Canal, Nian Chaosheng had an advantage. In addition, Liu Shidao built a temple, so the court naturally could not list it as a temple for obscenity.

This touch of mythological color from the previous dynasty, coupled with Yi Shuyuan's long and low narration, not only did not make the audience feel impatient, but also made the audience feel more immersed.

"It's a pity that everything is afraid of losing the original intention. Even if you are the god of a river, it is the same. What I want to talk about today is a section. Sacrifice to the river god!"

"In the middle reaches of the Kaiyang River Basin, there is a deep belief in the river god. Not to mention whether the water is stable and the fishery is abundant, even whether the weather is smooth on the shore is attributed to the power of the river god.

The depth of superstition is unspeakable, and there was even a witch who deceived people with her lies and actually sacrificed people."

Up to this point, Yi Shuyuan still used the same tone to narrate history.

But at the next moment, when many listeners were caught off guard, Yi Shuyuan's folding fan had covered his face, and his voice suddenly changed, becoming that of a little girl.

"Mom, woo woo woo, mother, I don't want woo woo, dad, dad, I don't want to sacrifice to the river god woo woo."

The little girl cried, her voice full of panic and despair.

All the listeners in the teahouse suddenly felt goosebumps. Everyone subconsciously looked around, and almost all of them reacted instantly and looked at the storyteller.

"Oh, oh oh oh, oh, mother doesn't want to, mother doesn't want to either"

The cry became that of an adult woman and child again, with a voice full of reluctance and sorrow, occasionally mixed with a man's sigh.

It seems that the audience not only hears it, but can even follow the sound into the story, as if they are searching for the sound in their minds to imagine the picture, and gradually they feel as if they have seen the sad scene.

Everyone may have imagined a different appearance of the little girl, or someone close to her, or even their own children.

"Bang~" "Squeak"

Everyone knew that the door had been kicked open and the sound of wooden pivots could be heard.

"Zhang family, are you ready?"

A rough voice sounded from outside the door, and bursts of wind and rain also roared outside the house.

"No, no, no one can take my daughter away!"

The man picked up something with a clanging bell, and when he waved it, he made a sound of wind, and some of his minions screamed and fled.

"Aping, are you crazy? This has been decided a long time ago. It's your turn and you're just like this. Why haven't you rushed out before?"

"Aping, catch him!"

"Go, go - run -" "Ah - bite me!"

"What kind of river god is this? This is a monster. This is a monster."

Crying, screaming, fighting, wailing, there is fear, surprise, and heartbreaking.

This was the sound of Yi Shuyuan's voice. Within a short period of time, many people in the audience had stood on their backs and broke out in cold sweat. Some people with children even subconsciously hugged their children tightly.

There were occasional shouts of surprise in the teahouse, but most of the time, except for Yi Shuyuan, there was silence!