Daming: The most ruthless tyrant in history

Chapter 778 Storyteller

It's already scorching hot in May, and it's only going to get hotter from now on.

As the sun sets, the clouds in the sky look like fire.

The golden light shines through the clouds, adding a different kind of charm to the capital.

The sudden breeze blowing on people's bodies brings a little coolness, which slightly suppresses the dryness.

Outer city of Beijing, East Quarter.

Somewhere in a hutong street.

"Boss, cut two more pounds of braised meat and bring a pot of loose wine, hurry up!"

"Please make way. Be careful not to get burned."

"Damn it, I'm late after all. All the good seats are taken."

"Sir, the total cost for your table is 137 coins, not counting the wine."

"No, the dishes at this point haven't even been served yet, and you haven't even picked up your chopsticks yet, and you're going to settle the bill with me?!"

"Look, another newcomer. Haha, he doesn't even know the rules of Sesame Alley."

"Ignorance is not a crime. When we first arrived, we were not like others. Come, have a drink first and wait for Mr. Yuan to tell us a story."

"Come on, let's make some noise first, so that you can enjoy Mr. Yuan's storytelling!"

This small hutong street was crowded with people. There were all kinds of stalls on both sides of the street, selling all kinds of things. Small tables and chairs were placed in a staggered manner. People were crowded together, and there was little place to stand or walk.

For people who have been busy all day, being able to eat something hot and have a few drinks every now and then would make life so comfortable!
"Master, let's go to another place."

In an alley, Liu Ruoyu frowned and looked around. He saw a small stall and a shirtless vendor. He reached out to grab the buns that had just come out of the pot, and his frown deepened.

Not long ago, the vendor was still picking vegetables. Liu Ruoyu watched carefully and saw that he had never washed his hands from beginning to end. One has to be particular about the food that one eats.

"It's not clean, it's not sick after eating."

Zhu Youxiao picked up a piece of pig intestines, put it in his mouth and chewed it. The moment he put it in his mouth, Zhu Youxiao knew it was authentic. This taste could not be found in the palace.

"You can all come as you please. Uncle Xun is treating us today." Seeing that his friends and relatives were not eating, Zhu Youxiao smiled and said, "Don't save money for him. I won't be polite."

Zhu Changxun, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but laugh after hearing this.

Seeing this, the people sitting together picked up their chopsticks and started eating with relish, but no one dared to drink the wine beside them.

"This Mr. Yuan is very famous in the Dongfang area right now?" Zhu Youxiao raised his wine glass and looked at Zhu Changxun and said, "This man hasn't come yet, but the audience is already gathered here to listen to his story."

“It’s quite famous.”

Zhu Changxun lowered his head slightly, and when he picked up the wine glass, he glanced around and whispered to Zhu Youxiao: "Among the storytellers currently registered by the Ministry of Clan Affairs, this Yuan Hong has been ranked first. His stories are very popular in Dongfang, and some of the policies he mixed in have been widely spread."

"good."

Zhu Youxiao smiled slightly and said, "It seems that I have chosen the right person for this job. You must do it well and attentively, and never underestimate public opinion."

"Ah."

Zhu Changxun nodded heavily, "Your Majesty... Don't worry, I will do this job well, and there will be no mistakes!"

Zhu Youxiao smiled and took a sip of the wine in the cup.

Zhu Youxiao has never relaxed his focus on public opinion. Since the founding of the Huangming Times, Zhu Youxiao has been thinking about how to control public opinion.

If public opinion is scattered, problems will arise sooner or later.

Too many people and too many things fail in this regard.

Zhu Youxiao was well aware of the seriousness of the situation, so his control over public opinion was never limited to the Huangming Times. To ensure that public opinion was dominated by imperial power, the Shaofu, the Zongrenfu and other officials successively set up special offices in order to gain advantages in all aspects.

"Here they come!" "It's Mr. Yuan!"

The originally noisy Zhima Hutong Street suddenly became quiet after someone shouted. In full view of everyone, a middle-aged man in a blue shirt appeared with a jar of wine.

"Mr. Yuan, we finally got you. We came all for you. If you hadn't come, we wouldn't have been able to handle it."

"Yes, Mr. Yuan, have you eaten yet? How about a bite first?"

"Mr. Yuan, what are you going to say today?"

When Yuan Hong appeared, several vendors came running over. While placing tables and chairs for Yuan Hong, they also asked Yuan Hong questions. In their eyes, Yuan Hong was their God of Wealth.

If Yuan Hong hadn't been telling stories here, so many people wouldn't have gathered here.

While they were greeting each other, many drinkers who couldn't wait any longer started shouting.

"Mr. Yuan, what are you going to say today? Do you want to continue what you said yesterday?"

"You must continue talking. I was so itchy when I heard it yesterday!"

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"Yes, Mr. Yuan, we are all waiting, let's get started quickly!"

Looking at the people who were shouting, Yuan Hong was not nervous at all. He had been doing this business for more than ten years, and this kind of scene could not scare him. Otherwise, how could he make money?
When telling stories, you will face all kinds of people.

What's more, Yuan Hong now has the confidence in his heart. For some things that cannot be resolved, there will be people who will help him secretly, which makes him dare to speak up.

"What did Yuan Hong say yesterday?"

Zhu Youxiao, who was sitting, saw the scene in front of him and said to Zhu Changxun beside him: "Everyone's reaction is so intense, it seems that it touched their hearts."

"Dragon, tiger, and dog, three guillotines."

Zhu Changxun thought about it and replied with his head down.

It turned out to be the case.

The corners of Zhu Youxiao's mouth curled up slightly, and he immediately knew what Yuan Hong had mixed into his storytelling. Thinking of this, Zhu Youxiao slowly stood up.

Upon seeing this, Zhu Changxun and his party also stood up.

"Come on, there's an empty table!!"

"Hey, someone, serve the wine and food!"

As soon as Zhu Youxiao and his companions stood up to leave, they were stared at by a group of people. This made many of the guards following them look at them warily, and even many eyes were focused on them in the crowd.

"The storytelling industry needs to gradually spread out from the capital."

Zhu Youxiao didn't pay much attention to these. As they walked, he said to Zhu Changxun, "By the end of the year, every prefecture, county, and city in Northern Zhili should have a storyteller. They should be able to spread the truth about some things through their mouths, and not let some people have evil thoughts about it."

"I understand."

Zhu Changxun whispered, "We have been working on this matter very quickly. The special allocation of money has been finalized. By the end of this month at the latest, the deployment in Tianjin and other places can be implemented."

"Ah."

Zhu Youxiao responded and said nothing else.

There is a lot to do about public opinion. People are always forgetful and tend to follow the crowd. If you want to control public opinion, you must start from all aspects.

People will only believe what they see with their own eyes and hear with their own ears. Only by starting from this aspect and then doing certain things can we reduce unnecessary troubles and hidden dangers.

There is still a lot to do.

Looking at the excited crowd in front of him, Zhu Youxiao knew that there was still a long way to go!

(End of this chapter)