Farmhouse nan nan fortune is prosperous

Chapter 77
Zhou Zhe looked at the black and white group of people, a little bit embarrassed, "There are too many people here, let's sell it at a distance."

After speaking, turn around and leave.

"Stop!" Fu Bao suddenly grabbed Zhou Zhe's clothes corner, "There is no reason to sell things in places with few people!"

After finishing speaking, he glared at Zhou Zhe, "It's right here, start yelling!"

Zhou Zhe looked at the people coming and going, and didn't know how to start for a while. He looked at Wen Heng pitifully, ignored him, and then looked at Fu Bao. Fu Bao didn't know what he was looking at, and ignored him.

I had no choice but to look at Zhang Xiaowu who was asking for help, "Fifth Brother, teach me how to sell it?"

"Follow me." After Zhang Xiaowu finished speaking, he took a deep breath, "The sweet potatoes are hot, sweet and glutinous steamed sweet potatoes, delicious and not expensive."

With a shout, the eyes of the people around the door of the teahouse were attracted.

Taking the opportunity, Zhang Xiaowu signaled Zhou Zhe to take away the thick cloth covering the sweet potatoes, and the scent of sweet potatoes wafted away in an instant.

"This thing is quite fragrant. It seems that someone sold it last year."

"Yes, I've eaten it, and it's delicious."

"Then buy one and try it."

Several people talked about it, and then stepped forward, asking to buy one.

"Azhe, take the sweet potatoes, I'll weigh them, and you charge the money." Zhang Xiaowu quickly patted the stunned Zhou Zhe.

This kid, why is he so absent-minded about selling something.

Only then did Zhou Zhe react, "Okay."

"Fifth Brother, Zhou Zhe, I'll go to the teahouse with Cousin Heng." After Fu Bao finished speaking, he dragged Wen Heng to the teahouse to see the situation.

Zhou Zhe also wanted to watch the fun, and it was a book he wrote. Although it was dictated by Fu Bao, it was the first time he wrote it.

But looking at the people who came to buy sweet potatoes, they couldn't help but give up.

Let's talk about it after selling the sweet potatoes, or else I can't finish my homework and I should be scolded.

Here, Fu Bao dragged Wen Heng into the teahouse. I don't know what method the shopkeeper Yang used to attract so many people, and he really has a business mind.

"Hey, you two, where are your adults?" A second child saw two children squeezed in, and shouted hastily.

"Inside, we are going to find my lord." After Fu Bao finished speaking, he plunged into the crowd.

Xiao Er had no choice but to give up.

Looking at the clothes of the two children, they can be regarded as a well-to-do family in comparison, not some beggars or the like.

"Miss, there are so many people here, let's go, look, there is no place to sit here, you have to stand." A familiar voice came over.

Fu Bao took a closer look, then exchanged glances with Wen Heng, and confirmed that the two women were the two who went to the store to buy furniture last time.

"The two sisters are also here to listen to the book." Fu Bao went up to greet him familiarly.

The leading woman glanced at her vigilantly, "Who are you?"

"The two sisters ordered wardrobes and chests of drawers in my shop."

"You are a child of the Zhang family." The one in the head breathed a sigh of relief, "Are you coming to Obedient Book too?"

"Well, my name is Fu Bao, and this is my cousin, Brother Heng." Fu Bao introduced.

"My name is Shen Yan'er, and this is my maid, Dougao."

"Sister Yan'er, do you often come to Tinghuaben?" Fubao asked enthusiastically. She was going to do a market survey, and no one knew her, so it was a good time to start with this person.

Wen Heng looked at the familiar Fu Bao, and pursed his lips, unable to tell what kind of emotion it was.

It's just that Fu Bao's hand was held tighter, there were too many people, and he was afraid of getting lost.

"Yes, I'm tired of listening to the scriptures in this prefecture, as well as the teahouses in the surrounding towns, big and small. Not long ago, shopkeeper Yang uttered a fairytale script, so I came to have a look."

Shen Yan'er's face was full of anticipation, it looked like she was a serious fan of my uncle.

"Then before you, did you come out to listen every day, or occasionally?" Fu Bao asked.

"I want to come out to listen to it every day. Unfortunately, they can talk over and over again. If they listen to too much, it will be boring. If there is a new script, I can live in the teahouse!" Shen Yan'er looked forward, tiptoeing He looked at the table in front of him.

"Then don't bother Sister Shen. I will go to the front with my cousin to see if there is any space. There is really nothing behind here." Fu Bao said with a smile.

"Then be careful, shopkeeper Yang is free today, so there are too many people." Chen Yan'er waved her hand with a smile.

Because of their small size, Fu Bao and Wen Heng squeezed back and forth, and finally got to the front.

Although it is not in the first three rows, there are three rows of benches in front, and people sit on them, so she can see what the stage looks like, which is also good.

"I heard that this new storybook tells a story about a monkey becoming a spirit."

"Isn't it? What more is the Jade Emperor, Guanyin Bodhisattva?"

"There are also Chang'e and Zhu Bajie inside."

"correct."

The voices were noisy, but it could be seen that everyone was very excited and excited, and they were looking forward to this script. From this point of view, people's expectations for this story are quite high.

"Dong dong dong." With the sound of three gongs.

The noisy discussion in the audience gradually stopped.

"Thanks to everyone's great love, Yang's Teahouse will tell you the first episode of Journey to the West today, which is amazing!"

The storyteller who came to the stage was wearing a blue-fronted shirt, which must have been worn for a long time, and the writing was a little whitish, but fortunately, it was clean and there were no wrinkles.

"Let's talk about the time when the world was created..." As the storyteller began to speak, everyone stared with bated breath.

When it comes to passion, Mr. Storyteller accompanied it with actions, which made the audience applaud.

Today is a free lecture, so there is no reward pot on the stage.

But as the stories of the storyteller gradually deepened, many people took out copper coins from their pockets and threw them on the stage.

With the first one, there will be the second one, the sound of jingling copper coins can be heard endlessly, and the gentlemen on the stage are talking more and more energetically.

Listening to it, Fu Bao couldn't believe it.

The Journey to the West has been slightly polished by the storyteller, and it sounds so interesting. Compared with reading directly, it is said that this is indeed a matter of enjoyment.

"Cousin Heng, what do you think?" Fu Bao tugged on Wen Heng's sleeve and asked in a low voice.

"Did you really come up with this story?" Wen Heng looked in disbelief. Although he had heard Fu Bao tell this story earlier in the morning, he didn't have much emotion at the time.

Now that I hear it from a professional gentleman, I feel for the first time that this story is really powerful.

"That's for sure, I'm so smart, besides, I've read so many story books, it's not a piece of cake to make up a story." Although Fu Bao was a little guilty, he couldn't find fault with the reasons he gave himself.

"It makes sense." Wen Heng smiled slightly, stretched out his hand to scratch the tip of Fu Bao's nose, with a gentle expression on his face.

Fu Bao looked around, then looked at the display on the stands, and he understood clearly, "Let's go, don't look at it."

After speaking, he dragged Wen Heng and the two of them through the crowd for a long time and finally squeezed out.

(End of this chapter)