The journey of the heavens by Jia Huan, the salted fish

The people on stage are naturally storytellers.

As soon as he spoke, all the guests in the restaurant applauded repeatedly.

Especially the martial arts people among them.

"It's Chu Daxia's experience!"

"Speak quickly, tell quickly, we all want to know the heroic appearance of Chu Daxia."

"..."

It seems that this hero Chu is from this world.

The storyteller is talking about the world.

Jia Huan lifted his spirits and pricked up his ears to listen to the storyteller.

You can learn more about the rivers and lakes of this world from this storyteller.

When his parents were alive, the original body didn't do nothing.

Brush a layer of honey on the outside of the rabbit, the taste is absolutely amazing.

The storyteller is quite capable, and he told a story with ups and downs, so that everyone listened with great interest, and they all took out money to reward.

He found other people's footprints, and today someone else went up the mountain.

Fortunately, Jia Huan encountered a beehive and took half of the honey from it.

After lunch, Jia Huan meditated and practiced at the same spot, and waited until it was dark before going down the mountain to go home.

He pushed the cart and walked back slowly.

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After paying the bill, he walked out of the restaurant and walked around the city to see if there was any restaurant or teahouse that needed a storyteller.

They couldn't understand what the three brothers of the Jia family did, but it was someone else's business, and they couldn't interfere, so they could only talk about it behind their backs.

A group of martial arts experts listened with great interest, and rewarded the storyteller with a lot of money.

He heated up the meat buns he bought in the city yesterday, and after eating, he went into the mountains again.

The main reason is that Jia Huan is afraid of trouble.

Judging from the size of the footprints, it was not hunters who went up the mountain, but several women.

When Jia Huan saw the scene of throwing those copper coins and broken silver on the stage, his heart moved, should he also be a storyteller?
It seems that storytelling is very profitable!
Although he is completely unfamiliar with the rivers and lakes of this world, he knows many stories.

Jia Huan: "..."

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The splendor of those stories is beyond the experience of martial arts people in this world.

He extracted part of the information from what the storyteller said.

When he was a child, he followed his mother into the mountains to pick wild vegetables, and Jia's mother also taught him what to eat and what not to eat.

Jia Huan refused and went deeper.

Yuanshen was really too poor and had nothing at home.

Another woman named Third Aunt Sun said, "It's all because the eldest and the second and third children of the Jia family are dishonest. Jia Xiucai was kicked out as soon as his parents died, and Jia Xiucai was not given any land. Jia Xiucai has land and rents it out. You can chew it every year, why would you go out to dig wild vegetables to eat by yourself?”

Although Chu Daxia is a prodigal son, he is kind to others. He once donated a large sum of money to help the disaster-stricken people on both sides of the river.

Rabbits are Jia Huan's lunch.

He has barbecue seasoning on him.

Jia Huan made a big circle around the city, and then returned to the previous restaurant.

There are also hunters in the village who go up the mountain to hunt every few days.

This young man is already a master of the Xiantian realm.

At this time, the shopkeeper of the restaurant walked towards the storyteller, as if begging for something.

Also, this mountain does not belong to Jia Huan himself. It is not uncommon for the villagers to come forward to collect wild vegetables and firewood.

If you want to eat stir-fried vegetables, you need to have all the kitchen utensils and seasonings ready.

The storyteller shook his head at the shopkeeper of the restaurant, performed lightness kung fu, and left straight away.

There is only one broken bowl for eating, and only one earthen pot for cooking.

The next day, I went to the city early in the morning again, first sold the roe deer for money, then went shopping for lunch, and continued to listen to books in the teahouse.

Seeing that Mr. Storyteller had already packed his things, he stepped off the stage.

The oldest woman among them greeted Jia Huan: "Jia Xiucai, are you going up the mountain too?"

There is also some rice and noodles to buy. How can I just eat meat and not eat staple food?
In this way, Jia Huan spent all the money he had not earned for a long time.

Seeing Jia Huan's back disappear, Aunt Ma sighed: "It's a crime. Jia Xiucai is still a scholar, and his life is worse than ours."

Therefore, everyone in the world respects this person very much.

A woman named Li Sisao said: "Isn't Jia Xiucai only good at reading and has no other skills?"

Otherwise, it would be wronged to be killed casually one day.

Overnight, Jia Huan's strength improved a bit.

Jia Huan nodded at her: "Aunt Ma, there's nothing to eat at home, I'll go up the mountain to pick some wild vegetables."

The villagers didn't know how to guess when they saw Jia Huan buying so many things.

After listening to the book, Jia Huan walked out of the restaurant and began to buy some daily necessities.

Knowing the power of warriors in this world, Jia Huan did not dare to delay, and worked hard to improve his own strength.

Jia Huan left the sight of the women, quickened his pace, and soon came to the deep mountain.

Everyone nodded, talking about the rest of the Jia family.

Yuan Bo knew a little about wild vegetables.

After all, Jia Huan is the poorest in the village.

Chu Daxia's full name is Chu Yanhe, he is in his early thirties, he has been famous in the arena for ten years, he is a well-known prodigal son in the arena, and he is very popular with women.

Similarly, no one saw that Jia Huan bought all these things and went home.

After tidying everything up, Jia Huan went back to the bed in the bedroom and started working hard.

As a result, after going around, I found that most restaurants and tea houses have their own fixed storytellers.

He carried the baskets he had woven on his back and walked slowly.

Jia Huan felt that the character design of this hero Chu was very similar to the protagonist of a novel she had read, and at the same time, she thought of the protagonist of another novel.

Jia Huan followed the crowd and took out ten copper coins to the storyteller.

Jia Huan was going to stay on this mountain for a day, wait until it was dark, and then go home with his prey.

The shopkeeper of the restaurant was very disappointed.

Jia Huan didn't want others to discover his abnormality, so he pretended to be his original body and walked slowly.

Aunt Ma hurriedly asked, "Do you want Auntie to help?"

By the time he returned to the village, the sky had already been drunk, and most of the villagers had already gone to bed.

He searched around, collected a few nests of wild eggs, and hunted two roe deer and one wild rabbit.

After walking for a long time, I saw a few women picking wild vegetables.

The protagonist's personality is somewhat similar to that of Chu Daxia.

What the storyteller told today was the story of another person from the Jianghu, who is also a celebrity in the Jianghu.

His confidante is all over the world, but there are also many friends.

They were surprised for a while when they saw Jia Huan.

On the way back, Jia Huan didn't use lightness kung fu, but his speed was slower than ordinary people.

When Jia Huan saw this scene, his heart moved.

He walked up to the shopkeeper of the restaurant and said, "Excuse me, has the storyteller from your restaurant left?"

The shopkeeper glanced at Jia Huan, not in the mood to answer this question, and waved Jia Huan to leave.

Seeing his reaction, Jia Huan confirmed his guess.

That storyteller knows martial arts, not an ordinary storyteller, how could he stay in such a small town?