Steam Daming: Stop calling me to supervise the country

Chapter 83
"Why are you coming to Qinhuai River in the daytime?" Zhu Gaojiu, who had just been training soldiers in the Guard Division, was a little unhappy when he was pulled out.

Zhu Zhanchang said, "Second uncle, do you listen to music or read novels?"

"The tunes are fine, but I don't read novels. I occasionally hear Mr. Shu say a few words, what's so nice about the old man telling stories." In this era, many people know that novels are taught by storytellers, because the education level is generally not high, and the literacy rate is not high. .

After Zhu Gaojiu finished speaking, he looked at the two girls who followed Zhu Zhanchang out of the palace, one was Chu Er and the other was North Korean princess Li Xiaozhu.

"Isn't your North Korean daughter-in-law unhappy? Why don't you feel a smile all day long?"

"She's just like that, and you can hardly see her smiling."

"You have to talk to her to laugh more. If you don't laugh, you will be unlucky. Your mother likes girls who laugh the most. Your elder brother's new daughter-in-law is said to be blessed when she smiles, and she is very fond of your mother."

Zhu Zhanchang was surprised: "Second uncle, have you seen my elder brother's new daughter-in-law?"

"My daughter-in-law has been to the palace, she has seen it once, and she came back and described it to me."

"There's nothing she can do if she doesn't like to laugh at me." Zhu Zhanchang was helpless.

Li Xiaozhu is young, although she looks very good-looking, but the world-weary face is not popular in this era.

"Second uncle, where are there so many people who listen to songs and books?"

"Over there." Zhu Gaojiu pointed to the building not far away, which was a tea house named [Yunde Building].

"That is the busiest teahouse in the city. There are many people who sing songs and tell stories every day. The teahouse on the first floor mostly tells the stories of predecessors. Luo Guanzhong's Romance of the Three Kingdoms is the most popular. I will listen to it occasionally."

"Usually go directly to the second floor, and serve with good music and tea."

"What about the third floor?"

"The third floor." Zhu Gaojiu's face became obviously disdainful: "It's a place where literati who think highly of themselves but lack talent gather."

You could tell from the tone of voice that the second uncle didn't like this group of people. According to the status of the King of Han, it was easy to dismiss this group of people.

But it's not necessary, it doesn't fit his identity, and this group of people likes to write stories. When the time comes to write a bunch of stories to arrange entertainment for Han Wang, he himself will feel uncomfortable.

"So, the third floor is a group of people who like to write novels?"

"Smelly writing novels."

"Second uncle, you have some personal emotions in it."

"This group of people can't get into the wenjinshi examination, they are high-minded and stinky, their talents are shallow, their eyes are high and their hands are low." Zhu Gaojiu doesn't like the troubled civil servants in the court, and he doesn't like those literati who write poems in the market. Of course, he likes to write poems and lyrics. The shepherds of the Qing Dynasty are not included.

Stepping into Yunde Building, the shopkeeper obviously knew King Han, and he was about to come to salute as soon as he entered the door.

Zhu Zhanchang and the two women looked around curiously.

The talk on the first floor was lively at this time. It was about the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, Liu Xuande and the people crossing the river with Zhao Zilong riding the Savior alone. A group of people were eating melon seeds, drinking tea, and listening to the storyteller's vivid narration.

Storytellers can learn the sound of horses' hooves, wind, and birdsong, and tell stories to life with just one mouth.

One aspect of novels is that everyone has their own imagination. A thousand people have a thousand golden lotuses in their hearts. On the other hand, listening to other people's stories is another aspect. Listening to the stories described by others is how the storyteller feels.

"Mr. Storyteller is very interesting." Zhu Zhanchang praised.

The shopkeeper of Yunde Building didn't know who the young man beside Han Wang was, but naturally he couldn't be an ordinary person following Han Wang's side, it was probably his own son.

"This young master, this is the chief shopkeeper of our restaurant, Mr. Lin Miao."

"Oh? It's your big shopkeeper, but I didn't expect it."

The owner of such a big teahouse went to storytelling by himself, not for money, but for true love, and there were many people who came to him.

"Zhansang, he is talking about the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, which is the most watched nowadays, and the Water Margin, but it was banned by the imperial court and cannot be told publicly."

"Second uncle, I'll talk to their shopkeeper later."

"Wait for what? Call him down now."

Zhu Zhanchang had a black line on his face, the second uncle was still domineering, and the shopkeepers following him panicked.

"It's okay, wait a minute, let's go to the second and third floors first."

Go up to the second floor, and block the entrance with a thick cloth to prevent the noise from downstairs from being too loud.

As soon as I arrived on the second floor, I heard Wu Nong's soft words, which made people's bones crisp, and the second uncle was obviously interested.

"Who is it today?"

"It's the Dieyu girl from Cuixianglou. She's just sixteen, and this is the third time she's performed. It's only these three times that she's become popular all over the city. The last time she received a lot of rewards from the sons, she's performing at dinner tonight, and she's still practicing now. , if it wasn't for you, Lord Han, no one else would be able to come up."

The King of Han smiled, wickedly charming, strode over, took a Taishi chair, and sat down.

The 16-year-old Qing Dynasty official with a pretty appearance of Dieyu was practicing tonight's tune, when he suddenly saw a burly man rushing in, he sat in front of him, his face paled in fright.

The old mama and mother Sang hurriedly asked the thin shopkeeper: "What's the matter with shopkeeper Lin? Didn't you say that we can't let people come in when we practice butterfly language?"

Shopkeeper Lin whispered a few words to the old mama, and the old mama's expression changed, and she immediately whispered to Die Yu.

After listening to Die Yu, she saluted slowly. Her voice was very nice: "I don't know if it was the Prince of Han who arrived. If the prince likes to listen to it, Di Yu will be embarrassed."

Sensible, on the road, this little girl can be red.

Prince Han was very satisfied, and the eldest master looked half-lying: "I won't accompany you upstairs when Zhanchang waits, you can go by yourself, I'm listening to the music here, and I'm going to come and call me."

Zhu Zhanchang had no choice but to take two guards and follow the shopkeeper upstairs.

Walking to the third floor, I heard the voice of resentment as soon as I entered.

"The study is lonely, sighing for an autumn rain and a cold; the candle is faint, and the winter comes to the mountains and cold; fame and fortune, poetry, wine, piano and books; every spring, flowers and autumn moon, when a river is clear and no rain; riding apricot flowers and horseshoes Busy, dare to compete with the uncrowned champion."

"Tsk tsk, I compare myself to the champion." Li Xiaozhu, who rarely said a word, started to speak.

Looking up, the third floor was empty at this time, and there was only a sighing scholar on the railing, who was the owner of the words just now.

The lonely scholar, who even had his clothes patched, stepped forward when he saw the shopkeeper.

"Manager Lin, are you ready for lunch today?"

The thin shopkeeper was a little impatient. These poor and sour literati came here to eat and drink for nothing, but the big shopkeeper liked to be with them, and often invited them to write novels and operas together, which was equivalent to keeping them in the shop for nothing.

The third floor is small, so they are usually arranged here.

The thin shopkeeper said impatiently: "It's not even lunch time, and I think about eating every day. Young master, please stay away."

Feeling being discriminated against, the literati glanced at Zhu Zhanchang and turned his back to them angrily: "Hmph, if it weren't for Mr. Lin Miao, I wouldn't want to stay in this vulgar place that couldn't be more vulgar, I was covered in lingerie clothes. , a pair of powerful eyes."

"Hey, you are..."

Zhu Zhanchang stopped the shopkeeper and asked, "What's your name?"

"Qinhuai Moke." The man replied neither humble nor arrogant.

"There are still people with the surname Qin Huai in the Ming Dynasty? Or is the surname Qin?" Li Xiaozhu asked innocently.

"That's a stage name." Zhu Zhanchang was a little speechless, and even more speechless was the young man himself.

"I can't change my name, I can't change my surname, Qin Huai ink guest Ji Zhenlun."

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