The First Cause of All Realms

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At the end of the sentence, it still ends with a verse that is not literal, not even rhyming.

"When the sixty-sixth Confucian scholar was young, he used to walk with a sword in a green shirt. A thief is not necessarily a bad thief, Wen Ji Shi is a man!"

"Okay!"

Amidst the applause, Mr. Storyteller left the stage after the curtain call.

This time no one stopped him from stepping down, but when he went to the backyard, he was blocked again.

When Yang Yu got up and went with him, he saw a familiar yamen stop the storyteller, who had a painful expression on his face, so he had to obediently hand over the two gold ingots.

The yamen still didn't leave. In the end, under the dumbfounded eyes of the storyteller, he grabbed half of the money in his bamboo basket and left.

"Sanchi Liu, his true name is well-deserved. After all these years of storytelling, this is the first time I saw someone who was asked to go back for a reward. If I wanted to go back, forget it, and I even took my money..."

When Yang Prison approached, he heard the whispering voice of the storyteller gnashing his teeth.

I'm afraid, I have already thought about it in my heart. If I go to another city, I will talk about the magistrate Liu who is three feet tall in the sky.

Yang Prison is not surprised.

This Young Master Liu thinks he is a good man and spends a lot of money, but in fact, his reputation is also very stinky.

The reason is naturally because of his father.

Every time Liu Gongzi spends money like dirt in front of his head, a yamen will come to the door at the back.

Over time, this Young Master Liu will stink the streets.

But he didn't know it himself, he thought he was a heroic hero because he was righteous and wealthy!

"You are?"

Cursing for a while, turning around, seeing a young man staring at him intently, the storyteller immediately flushed and rubbed his hands in embarrassment:

"Cough! Little brother, this is a little bit of uncle's intention, take it to buy some candy! You didn't hear those words just now, did you?"

As he handed over two copper plates, the storyteller cried out in his heart that he saw a ghost.

He walks the rivers and lakes, which can be considered exciting, but this kid was so close that he was discovered by himself.

"It's too hard!"

Yang Yu's eyelids jumped, he took the copper plate and said:

"The previous one worked in the yamen with me."

"Uh…"

The storyteller's face froze, and he cursed badly in his heart. He quickly handed over a coin and a piece of silver with his mobile phone:

"Be careful, it's not respect, it's not respect..."

Naturally, Yang Prison didn't think it was too little. When he pulled it, he didn't pull it off. This old storyteller, with red eyes, held on to the broken silver tightly and didn't let go.

"Farewell."

Yang Yu clenched his fists and turned to leave. The storyteller panicked and handed over the broken silver in a hurry.

"Sir, aren't you a native of Qingzhou?"

On the tea table, Yang Prison was holding tea, and opposite, the storyteller pulled the elder with a donkey face.

Take it and eat it.

The storyteller's teeth have been shattered, and this Black Mountain City really lives up to its name.

Black, really black!

But there's no way, whoever makes himself rude, that's all right, someone grabbed the handle.

"Mr. Li speaks the book very well. Just listening to the accent, he doesn't seem to be a native of Qingzhou, right?"

Yang Prison asked.

"Li came from Jianzhou."

Li Eryi flipped through the silver, but he didn't smile: "The old man advises you to stop in moderation. Even if you are a little yamen, even if you say something, it may not be believed by anyone."

"The kid is not here to blackmail Mr.

Yang Yu turned the teacup and thought about his tone: "To be honest, the boy is here to discuss a business with Mr.

Listening to the book is of course Coke, but the reason why Yang Prison stayed for so long is of course money.

Of course he can't tell books, but he has stories.

Not only are there, there are many, many.

"Oh."

Li Eryi drooped his eyelids and 'hum' twice without interest.

A half-daughter negotiating business with himself?

Laugh!

If you can do business, what book would you say?

"This business is related to storytelling."

Yang Prison continued.

"Yes?"

Li Eryi was a little interested. The boy didn't look like much, and seemed to be a little too calm.

"Sir received far more rewards than ordinary storytellers."

Yang Yu took a sip of tea:

"But it's not because foreign monks can recite scriptures, it's because other storytellers in Heishan City have only repeated those sets.

Sir, it's just fresher. "

Heishan City is located on the edge of Qingzhou, with inconvenient transportation and difficult business operations. There are few people who travel far and wide to bring some miscellaneous books back to sell.

Moreover, there are only two Mongolian schools in Heishan City, and there are not many more literate people than the singers of "Yanlailou".

No one would buy it at all.

"The old man's skills are higher, how can they compare?"

Li Eryi pinched his beard, but also admitted that what this kid said was true.

Storytellers seldom live in one place for a long time, not for other reasons, just because they have exhausted their three axes, they cannot make money.

"This is also one aspect."

After a little compliment, Li Er's expression softened a lot: "Boy, you are not old enough to be crowned, but you know a lot."

"Tell me, what do you want to do?"

Yang Yu smiled and said, "Did you bring a pen and paper, sir?"

Just now, he was not only hearing about drinking tea, but also sorting out the memories of his previous life, especially about some novels.

"The guy who eats, how can you not bring it?"

Li Eryi was a little curious, what the boy wanted to do, and immediately took out two yellow papers and his own lead.

Although this kind of pen is no longer elegant, it is more convenient and faster to write than a brush.

"pencil?!"

Yang Yu was taken aback.

"Haven't you seen it?"

Li Eryi was slightly impressed: "This pen is cut from charcoal, so it is easy to carry and write faster. One piece is worth a penny!"

"…"

Someone was showing off the pencil to him, Yang Yu was speechless for a while, but he didn't say much.

Pick up the pen and start writing on the paper.

"Huh? Did you write so quickly?"

Li Er's skin twitched, and he suddenly muttered in his heart.

Confucianism was not liked by Confucianism because of its small popularity. Confucianism believed that writing was something that needed to cultivate the spirit, and writing indiscriminately was a taboo.

Secondly, this kind of pen is completely different from the brush, and people who have never touched it will feel very awkward.

But this kid wrote it faster than himself?

Li Eryi was a little lost.

Cha Tian continued, and so on again and again, until the sun turned to the west, Li Eryi was a little hungry, and Yang Yu rubbed his wrist and took the pen.

The two large sheets of yellow paper had already been filled to the brim by him. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

"This is?"

Li Eryi took one out of curiosity.

"A few miscellaneous books that were found in the corner before, unfortunately, they were not well preserved and were destroyed."

Yang Prison made up an excuse casually.

"This word is really ugly..."

The comment came to an abrupt end, and he glanced at it. As an old storyteller, he certainly knew the quality of the story.

At a glance, I was attracted.

"Chaos is not divided into chaos between heaven and earth, and there is no one to see it. Since Pangu broke the universe and opened up, it can be distinguished from the turbid..."

Holding the yellow paper, Li Eryi casually said:

"It's just normal, the old man can write thirty or fifty words of this level easily."

"Ha ha."

Yang Yu smiled without saying a word.

Li Eryi blushed, looked at the second piece of yellow paper, swept over it carefully, and couldn't help but shouted ok.

"What a Lu Zhishen, what a punch in Kansai!"

"Cough cough!"

After hurriedly coughing a few times, the look in Yang Yu's eyes changed.

These two articles, the first one is grand and the second one is full of market spirit, both of which are the best choices, especially what makes him excited.

This is obviously a short paragraph taken from a certain book.

If all the script books have this level, if you master these two script books, you will be Kyoto, and you may not be able to mix it up.

It's just that this kid's memory is too good. How many thousands of words were written down in one go?

"This one, little brother. What business are you talking about?"

Yang Yu raised the teacup and drank it, not caring about Li Eryi, who was staring at him.

She just glanced at the restaurant next door and patted her stomach:

"hungry."

Li Eryi's face suddenly distorted.

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