The imperial concubine became a pampered girl by relying on food

Chapter 80
A woman stood in front of Mrs. Lin and reported, "Ma'am, this old slave just went out to buy, and saw a man standing furtively at the door, so the old slave quickly hid, and then the old slave followed him all the way, and found that he had entered You Mansion, not long after the old slave saw him coming out again."

"The old slave always kept his wife's words in mind, followed quietly, and followed to a private school. Not long after, he returned to Youfu, and finally came to Dingguogongfu."

After listening to these words, Mrs. Lin was basically sure that the person who threatened Li Qing'e was from Youfu, "I remember that I have a shop next to Mrs. You's shop."

"And it's still the same type of shop. You can tell the shopkeeper to lower the price and attract all the customers from the shop next door."

This move of hers hurts herself by [-] and hurts the enemy by [-], but if it can make the opponent feel uncomfortable, she will feel comfortable.

in the afternoon.

Yun Chujiu came to Dongshi by herself, and she went to the most famous teahouse, where a storyteller happily spoke.

Everyone listened to the book below for days, and when they were happy, they would send some money to the storyteller. The rich were generous, giving ten taels of silver or even 100 taels of silver, and the poorer people also gave a few copper coins.

Yun Chujiu saw that the bowl in front of Mr. Storyteller was filled with silver in a short while, and he was a little envious. It seems that it is quite easy to make money from storytelling.

The storyteller held a fan in his hand, "I heard that the Fifth Miss of the Dingguo Mansion tamed a bloody horse, and she ran wildly on the horse's back, and Miss Youfu rode a black horse, chasing Go away on a sweaty horse."

"Guess what? The blood-sweat horse got angry and rushed to the black horse, threatening the black horse. If the black horse dared to pass by it, it would trample the black horse to death. The black horse was trembling with fear, and then threw Miss You off the horse go out."

After the storyteller finished speaking, he suddenly stopped, poured himself a glass of water leisurely, and drank it slowly, also observing the reaction of the audience.

The audience immediately became anxious, "And then? Tell me quickly, what happened next?"

Yun Chujiu mixed in the crowd: "..."

Seeing that everyone liked the story, the storyteller smiled and continued: "Miss You left sadly, and Miss Yun Wu not only appease the bloody horse, she also ran to appease the dark horse."

"The black horse rubbed against her, and the sweaty horse got angry when he saw it, and ran to threaten the dark horse again. What a human sweaty horse, I really want to own a sweaty horse."

The storyteller spoke vividly and with rich expressions. He was alone, with one mouth, as if he had performed the lively scene at that time.

The audience below listened mesmerized.

The audience praised, "Miss Yun Wu is too powerful, didn't she grow up in the countryside? How did she know how to ride a horse? Is she riding a bloody horse?"

"I've seen that bloody sweat horse. I wanted to ride it once before, but I was yelled at by it. It's so fierce."

Yun Chujiu listened to them talking about themselves, this feeling was very novel, she reached out and poked the shoulder of the person next to her, "Do you like listening to stories?"

The man was a middle-aged man. He turned his head, saw a little girl, and nodded, "Well, sometimes when I'm tired from work, I come to listen to books. It's very interesting. When I'm unhappy, just listen to it and my troubles will disappear. .”

Yun Chujiu's eyes lit up, "Is there any female storyteller?"

"No." The middle-aged man shook his head, he paused, and suddenly realized, "Little girl, do you want to be a storyteller? out."

Yun Chujiu was puzzled, "Why?"

The middle-aged man kindly explained, "A better family would not want a storyteller to be the head of the house. People would dislike being a concubine. I see that you are well dressed, so you must be the daughter of some family."

"Since there is no shortage of money, why bother to earn that hard money? To be honest, I have been listening to books for so long, and I have never met a female storyteller."

Yun Chujiu frowned, "Is storytelling hard?"

"What do you think?" The middle-aged man looked at Yun Chujiu as if looking at a fool, "Don't look at Mr. Storyteller making so much money just now, he needs to sit here all day, talking, talking If people don’t like the stories that come out, they won’t give him money.”

"In order to tell an attractive story, Mr. Storyteller needs to collect some information, and then tell it in a story, but pay attention to what can be said and what cannot be said."

"If you say the wrong thing and offend someone, you will die." The middle-aged man looked serious.

When Yun Chujiu heard the words, she immediately dispelled the idea of ​​being a storyteller. In order to avoid offending people by saying wrong things, she should not be a storyteller.

At this time, the storyteller told other stories, and Yun Chujiu took out a copper coin from his pocket and sent it to the storyteller.

Yunchujiu listened for a while, and found that the storyteller spoke really well, and she listened with gusto. Yunchujiu took out another copper coin and gave it to the storyteller, and then continued to ask: "Do you know how many private schools there are in the capital?" ?"

The middle-aged man shook his head, "I know there are many private schools in the capital, but I don't know how many there are, and I haven't specifically counted them."

Yun Chujiu: "Alright."

After listening to Yunchu Wine for about an hour, it was almost time, so I went to Qingshi Lane to buy a delicious pancake, and after eating, I went home and came to Wenwan Courtyard, full of interest, "Mother, I just went to the teahouse, and the storyteller The story that Mr. told is very nice."

The real and the fake were mixed together, and she was very excited to hear it.

Wen didn't expect her daughter to go to the teahouse to listen to the book, and said with a smile: "I can see that you are very happy."

Yun Chujiu smiled and said: "Well, I haven't heard of books before, and I don't know there is a storyteller. I passed by that teahouse today and saw many people sitting there. I went in and listened out of curiosity. I was fascinated by it. I almost forgot to go home."

The places she used to go most often were medicine shops and food shops. She was not practicing martial arts every day, but she was studying medicine, cooking and planting flowers and vegetables. When there was a lack of medicinal materials, she went to the mountains to dig. When patients came to her for treatment, she went there and rarely went out for a stroll.

The master asked her to go out more, but she refused, because she didn't like to hang out.

Because she wants to work harder and learn more things she likes, so that she can better protect herself and never go hungry again.

Seeing some broken hairs falling from Yun Chujiu's ears, Wen shi pinned them behind her ears, and smiled dotingly, "Did you have the idea of ​​becoming a storyteller at that time?"

"My mother saw it." Yun Chujiu smiled coyly, "I did have this idea at the time, but the uncle said that it's not easy to be a storyteller, and if you say the wrong thing, you will offend people, and if it is serious, you will die."

It would be fine if she was alone, but now that there are so many people in Dingguo's mansion behind her, she has to be more cautious in doing things.

(End of this chapter)