Great Sui Storyteller

Chapter 275 274. It costs money to enter the door

"This chair is much more comfortable than the previous one."

Leaning on the cushion woven with rattan, Qin Qiong nodded and gave her own evaluation.

Li Zhen, who was manipulating the tower and piled up the last stack of benches, laughed:
"Is it comfortable to listen to the book?"

Hongying on the side also had a sign of approval on her face.

And Liu Ding, who rushed over during the period of moving the stool, also came out of the kitchen, still holding the teapot in his hand:

"Sir, do you want a fire?"

"Sheng, light the fire, and go to the door to collect money."

"Yes."

Chunyou Club, which was still deserted in the morning, became busy after gaining popularity at noon.

Qin Qiong and Hongying are friends, and Li Zhen invites them to listen to the book.

But the table he was sitting at was another table in the head.

He still reserved that empty table for Lord Huqiu.

The people in the carpenter's shop were careful, and they wiped the chairs before they were moved in, and they were clean.

Now the guys in this hall are all ready, just waiting for the money to be collected.

After the stools were finished, the charcoal pots in the hall were also lit.

Li Zhen personally served a pot of hot tea for the two of them, pleaded guilty, and went back to wait in the wing.

When I came back, there was still the three-page transcribed "Huang Ting Jing" on the table, as well as a folded letterhead.

Feige sent letters and letters, all of which were packed in small bamboo tubes.

This is a letter he wrote to Sun Jingchan.

In fact, there are not many words, only a few dozen.It doesn't take up space, just leave it to Hongying later.

Sitting on the chair, he closed his eyes and said nothing.

Fell into meditation.

The main purpose is to go through the book to be said in the afternoon.

Although this book has already memorized everything, in order to ensure that there are no mistakes, one must be careful.

……

"Chunyoushe...this word...good word! Brother Qian, take a quick look, how about this word?"

At the gate of Chunyou Club, a young man of weak crown age saw the plaque and quickly called out to his younger brother who was following him.

"……what?"

As if he didn't wake up, the child named "Qian" raised his head in a daze.

The originally sleepy eyes instantly revealed a look of astonishment.

"This……"

Standing under the stone steps, the two couldn't move their eyes for an instant.

After a while, the two looked at each other, and the child named Qian nodded vigorously:
"Brother is right, this place... came to the right place!"

The slightly grown-up young man laughed:
"Haha, the owner of this place must be an elegant person! It seems that this trip was worthwhile, this trip was worthwhile! Let's go, let's go. Among other things, if there is this inscription on the door of this ghost house, then... huh?"

Suddenly he stopped, and his eyes fell on the gold and red inscription on the left side of the plaque.

"Brother Qian...that's..."

The young man narrowed his eyes and muttered:
"Xianren Zhaibao... brother, could it be..."

The young man didn't speak, but his eyes fell on the wood.

After thinking about it, he let go of his brother's sleeve and walked directly to the door.

Liu Ding inside the door saw someone coming, and immediately sat up straight, intending to collect the ticket.But I saw that this person didn't come in, but moved to the door and put his hand on the couplet.

Behavior is weird, look at it first, then touch it, and finally...even put your nose up to smell it...you can't wait to bite it twice.

While smelling it, he nodded to the young man who came behind:

"Hmm! The lines are like water droplets, the cut is like skin, the taste is slightly pungent...it can't be wrong. It is indeed nanmu."

"???"

Liu Ding was a little dazed, thinking about what these two young masters were doing.

Although he was dressed in a luxurious manner, he was sniffing around like a dog at the door of someone's house... reckless.

Are you sick?
Just thinking about it, I saw the young man looking over:

"That boy, let me ask you, is this word written by the master here?"

Liu Ding nodded:

"It was written by my husband."

"gentlemen?"

Hearing this name, the young man was taken aback again.

After looking at each other with the young man next to him, he thought for a while and asked:
"Is your husband the one who told the story of "Nine Heads Case"?"

Liu Ding nodded again:
"That's right. This story comes from my husband's personal experience."

If Li Zhen were here, he would definitely slap this brat's mouth...

It's going to be personal.

How did the lawsuit of nine heads and thirteen lives become my personal experience?
But the young man didn't care, but nodded:
"Such a wonderful person, brother Qian, you and I must pay a visit."

After finishing speaking, he said to Liu Ding:

"Is your husband here?"

Liu Ding nodded:
"exist."

"Okay, please pass it on. My two brothers admire Mr.'s character, and I want to ask him for advice. Is it convenient?"

The two talked a little politely.

But he couldn't fool Liu Ding.

Sir, he gave the order to die.

When you enter the door, you have to pay!

So he asked:
"The two sons are going to come in?"

"is it convenient?"

"Convenience is certainly convenience."

While speaking, Liu Ding took out two pieces of bamboo:

"Sincerely, twenty Wen."

"...?"

"???"

As soon as these words were spoken, the two were dumbfounded.

The slightly older son subconsciously asked:

"Twenty words... what?"

"Tea money. You don't need money to listen to stories, but you have to pay for tea, snacks, and dried fruits. Ten cash for one person, twenty cash for two people. Eat and drink whatever you want."

"..."

"..."

Hearing Liu Ding's words, the two brothers looked at each other.

There is something absurd in the eyes.

After thinking about it, the son turned his head and said to Liu Ding:
"My two brothers sincerely pay a visit and have no other intentions."

Liu Ding handed over:

"Naturally, the younger ones don't dare to arrange two people, but this is the rule set by my husband. You have to pay to enter the door."

The young man behind was speechless, and his tone was absurd with a hint of anger:

"It costs money to explore knowledge? It's unreasonable, it's an insult to gentleness!"

Liu Dingxin said who wants to discuss knowledge with you?
Don't you just come to hear the story?

Is it not enough to listen to it for nothing?
But on the surface, it must not be said that way, but according to the excuse that Li Zhen specially taught him to prevent someone from not paying, he sat upright and recited:
"The moon sets, the crows cry, and the sky is full of frost."

"Um???"

The two were taken aback.

Then they frowned at the same time.

moonset.

Wu Ti.

frosty sky...

Ok? ? ?
All of a sudden, their eyes lit up.

At this time, Liu Ding continued to chant:

"Jiang Feng Yuhuo is facing Mianmian."

That's right!

great poem!

good words!

He looked at Liu Ding eagerly.

It means the same thing inside and out:
"Anymore?"

Liu Ding imitated Li Zhen's gentle tone, and when his voice was still changing, he uttered another sentence in a hoarse voice:
"Han Shan Ke by the Luoyang River."

"..."

"..."

The eyes of both brothers were straight.

What about the last sentence?

What's the last sentence?
What is the last sentence of this winning occasion?
The first two sentences "the moon falls, the crows cry and the sky is full of frost, Jiang Feng's fishing fire confronts Mianmian" have already raised the artistic conception of this poem to a level... Both of them sighed at themselves.

Lonely, lonely, beautiful, quiet, secluded.

Good sentence!

A good sentence through the ages.

The latter sentence "Hanshan guest by the Luoyang River" is average, but it must be for the neatness of the battle.

This poem welcomes people.

The master here who can write the first two sentences is definitely not a simple person!
What about the back?
Looking at the two with burning eyes, Liu Ding suddenly pointed to the threshold at their feet:

"It costs money to enter."

"..."

"..."

The two people who were born in Bingzhou (Shanxi and Hebei) had a word in their hearts at the same time:

"Wow, motherfucker..."

(End of this chapter)