Chapter 1

At the end of autumn in the third year of Shending reign of the Zhou Dynasty, there was an autumn rain in Baiyu town.

An autumn rain, originally nothing, white fish town has always been scarce rain, in autumn, it is even more rare to see a rain, but this rain, once it is three days.

There's not even a trend to stop.

In the autumn rain, there is a young man in the lane in front of a small yard in the east of white fish town. At the moment, he is walking slowly with an oil paper umbrella. In this remote lane, pedestrians are rare. If someone happens to meet him at the moment, he will surely be able to see the frowning face of the young man under the umbrella.

"It's such a damn day Rare. "

Teenagers gnash their teeth.

Baiyu town is located in the southwest of Dazhou, which is the border area of Dazhou. It is really remote. The size of the town is very small. The total number of households in the town is only 200 or so. After so many years, it is quite reluctant for the town to say who has nothing to do with whom.

However, this young man had nothing to do with the residents of the town. He had no family and was not a local resident of the white fish town. The residents of the small town only knew that in the winter, when the boy was about seven or eight years old, he was sent here, and the man left a bag of silver to buy for the boy who was not a teenager at that time After leaving a house, he left some silver and left alone, which made the local people in the town a little strange. The child couldn't survive that winter, but he didn't think that the child not only survived that winter, but also found a living after the scattered silver was used up.

It is said that in the early Ping period of that year, the emperor of the Zhou Dynasty once told an emissary in Shaoliang city that the territory was much larger than that of the Zhou Dynasty. If you give me a hundred years, I will expand the territory of Dazhou by ten times.

The emissary laughed off this heroic remark.

Maybe it was not willing to brush the face of the emperor of Zhou Dynasty, or he didn't pay attention to it at all.

Mayflies shake trees, some people respect their courage, others laugh at their own extravagance.

As for the story of Shaoliang city thousands of miles away, how did it spread to the remote Baiyu town of the Zhou Dynasty?

Of course, you can't do without those storytellers.

Nowadays, the people of the whole dynasty like to hear about books, because those monks who are said to be able to shake mountains and move the sea hardly show their magic power in front of them and are not easy to see. Therefore, only in the mouth of storyteller can we know what kind of monks are.

What's more, the stories of these storytellers are not just monks of mountains and rivers.

There are several restaurants in Baiyu Town, and there is a storyteller in each restaurant. These storytellers will talk in the restaurant several times every afternoon. The storytellers in each restaurant are different, and their temperament and temperament are different. Therefore, some can speak three or five times a day, some say two or three times, and even more, they only talk about the last one in a day, but the content is roughly the same Even if there are some changes in the stories of mountain spirits and wild ghosts, and what monks of mountains and rivers punish evil and promote good, they can not be separated from this general way.

The great Zhou Dynasty is located in the southwest of mountains and rivers. It is remote, and the territory can not be said to be vast, and the town of white fish is even more pitiful. Therefore, these storytellers have no chance to see the outside world. When the hearsay stories in his mind are finished, they seem to be unable to do what they want. Those platitudes and repeated stories will make the market one day The people were bored.

Therefore, when Ji Shangxiao sold the stories in his mind as goods to those storytellers, he really survived.

The people in Baiyu town all know that this child is not a native of Baiyu Town, but a stranger. But they don't know why the seven or eight year old boy can remember such things in his mind. Once he tells this story, it will be five years.

Within five years, those storytellers were shocked to find that the story told by the young man was not only unheard of, but also had never been the same. Therefore, with these stories, the child survived in the small town.

Even when he was older, he became a storyteller.

This time, everyone in white fish town knows his name is Li Fuyao.

As the youngest storyteller in the town, Li Fuyao is not even 16 years old.

The men of the Zhou Dynasty, who were in their twenties, were still four years away from Li Fuyao's age.

Li is a surname, but the word "Fuyao" in his name is taken from a sentence in the Taoist classic "xiaoyaoyou"

Li Fuyao, who took such a name, knew these legends and ignored them.

At this moment, the young storyteller just walked across the street with an oil paper umbrella and stopped for a moment. He did not rush into the restaurant.

In front of the restaurant, there was a boy holding a long blue shirt and waiting for a long time.

Looking at Li Fuyao standing outside the restaurant for a long time, he didn't seem to have any intention to enter the restaurant. He didn't know why, but he also knew that the shopkeeper's urging was very tight. He had to brave his head to approach him and carefully asked, "Mr. Li, the upstairs is waiting for you now. Why, what else has not been done?"Standing under the eaves, Li Fuyao collected the oil paper umbrella, handed it to the boy beside him, and asked casually, "how long will this rain last?"

“……”

The boy has some grievances. How long does the rain last? Where does he know?

He looked at Li Fuyao and didn't answer.

Fortunately, Li Fuyao didn't say anything. He just took the broad blue shirt and went into a small room for him to change clothes.

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The second floor of the restaurant is simple in layout. Except for such a long wooden stool and an elm table in the center of the lobby, the rest of the layout is not different from that on the first floor. Now, although there is a small jar of wine and a piece of Xingmu on the elm table, the gentleman who wants to open his mouth and tell stories has not yet arrived.

There are both young and old drinkers in the restaurant. The town is only so big that they all know the temperament of the young storyteller, so they don't say anything. They just think that it's too late today. Why hasn't the boy appeared?

Compared with those who were originally planning to listen to a story telling, those young girls who did not come to listen to storytelling were different. Although they were still in a hurry, they just rubbed the corners of their clothes under the wooden table with their hands and suppressed the urgency on their faces.

Others came to hear about the book, but they came to see the storyteller.

As time went by, Li Fuyao was finally "late" in people's expectation. Wearing a slightly wide blue shirt, he came to the center of the hall and sat on the bench.

The young man turned his head calmly and saw the drinkers sitting there. Then he said calmly, "you've been waiting for a long time."

Bang!

Then there is the sound of Xingmu pounding on the elm table.

The collision of the two immediately surprised the drinkers on the spot, and their attention was completely on this side.

This is also the role of Xingmu.

Li Fu shook his throat and raised his voice a little. "Last time I said, those fox demons always like to seduce some poor scholars who live in the wild at night. Do you know why fox demons always seduce poor scholars?"

As soon as this question was thrown out, the second floor soon became very noisy. Some said that the scholars were hypocritical and could not resist temptation. Some said that it was those fox demons who loved scholars alone. In short, everyone had their own opinions.

The young man sitting in the middle waited for the people's voice to fade away, and then he said with a slow smile: "why do you hook up with those poor scholars? It's just the word of poverty. If you have money, who will stay in the wild? Since they are not in the wild, naturally, there are no such stories spread in the world. "

Li Fuyao's words made all the wine drinkers roar with laughter. After listening to so many stories told by storytellers, where have you heard such a statement.

The few girls, hearing this, also had some rosy glow on their faces, but their eyes towards Li Fuyao were still full of admiration.

Li Fuyao laughed and took a sip of the wine bowl before continuing to speak.

He had been in the restaurant for a long time. He had already been familiar with the way of storytelling. In addition, his brain always had more stories than other storytellers. Therefore, in white fish town, everyone liked to listen to this young storyteller.

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Li Fuyao changed the stories in his mind on the second floor, and naturally attracted all people's attention. However, the restaurant manager on the first floor did not listen to it. Instead, he leaned against the door of the restaurant, watching the autumn rain. He silently calculated how much money he would pay Li Fuyao after this. Although the young man could bring him no money every time he told books, he did not listen Less money, but the corresponding, distributed, is not a small number of ah.

Silence for a long time, the restaurant manager suddenly spit, do not know why. But when he looked up, he saw a large and a small two oil paper umbrellas coming towards the restaurant in the middle of the rain.

A middle-aged man in a blue shirt led a little girl into the eaves.

Looking at the shopkeeper by the door, the middle-aged man calmly asked, "are there any seats available?"

On weekdays, when I saw the guests coming to the door, the tavern manager looked at the two people's very different faces, but it seemed a little wooden. After a long time, he nodded and said, "yes."

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