The first prince of Song Dynasty

Chapter 736 The Storyteller
Zhao Xu just likes his current state, it's good to be irritable, but I'm afraid that you are terrible calm, Zhao Xu is very interested, such a person is not challenging for him at all.

"Who would believe that it's not an ordinary person who can enter here? You think I'm stupid, don't ask, I know everything, and I don't know anything. What exactly are you trying to reach?"

This person has not completely lost his sanity, and he knows that he is not an ordinary person who can enter here.

"You are really not simple. You know that people who can come here are not ordinary people. In fact, I am really not ordinary people."

Zhao Xu said mysteriously, as if he was a secret agent who had some important mission, and he dared not tell others if he wanted to act secretly.

"Let me tell you that I am a storyteller. I want to collect materials. It is best to come to the prison to collect materials. Otherwise, what would I spend so much money to come here?"

Zhao Xu leaned over to his ear and whispered, fearing that others might hear it, he just said that he was a storyteller.

"Huh? What are you doing in prison as a storyteller? You are so full and you spend a lot of money. What do you want to do?"

There are storytellers in many streets and alleys in this era, and it seems that this person also knows storytelling.

"You're stupid, since you know I'm a storyteller, of course I'm here to find material, by the way, it's called Caifeng, do you understand, I don't know what is called Fengfeng when you look like this."

Zhao Xu muttered something casually, and glanced at this person intentionally or unintentionally.

"Talk about what I don't understand. Although I am a martial artist, I also know what collecting folk songs is, isn't it? I am also the one who understands the "Book of Songs."

The man was still smug after he finished speaking, as if he was an elegant person, he completely forgot that he was still in the prison.

Seeing that he started chatting with him, Zhao Xu slowly started talking nonsense with him.

"Sin, just now I thought you were a vulgar person. I didn't expect you to know the "Book of Songs". I haven't read it until now. It seems that your knowledge is higher than mine."

Zhao Xu shook his head as he spoke, feeling annoyed that he was not as good as a martial artist.

"Who are you lying to? You, a storyteller, have never read this famous book. I don't believe it." This man was completely used to chatting with Zhao Xu.

"Really not. If I had that level, I would still need to be a storyteller to support my family. I would have taken the scientific examination a long time ago. Do you think it makes sense?" Zhao Xu continued.

"That's right. The storytellers are all very poor. By the way, what's the point of you coming here to pick up stories? There's nothing here except prisoners."

When Zhao Xu heard that this guy was getting closer to him, and his goal was almost achieved, he was working harder.

"You don't know that our profession is not easy to mix. Not only must you have a good mouth, but also you must have a wonderful story to attract people. There are many things in this prison, especially the stories of those death row prisoners. .”

"They told me the stories, and then I processed these stories, and finally said it outside, which can attract many people, so I usually bribe these prison guards to allow me to come here, and then come to collect these people's stories."

Zhao Xu said slowly, as if there was such a thing, that person listened very seriously.

"Then can you succeed every time?"

"That's okay. These death row inmates are all eccentric people. How can they easily tell their stories, so I'm always stalking, and I have no choice but to make a living?"

Zhao Xu sighed while talking, as if his work was so difficult, and Zhao Xu's own survival was such a painful thing.

"Yeah, it's not easy to do anything. I used to like to listen to books, especially the stories of Guan Gong when I was a child. I haven't heard of them in the past few years."

Although his hands were tied, his face could not conceal the yearning and nostalgia, and Zhao Xu also saw this.

"How about it, today I think what I'm talking to you is very hit-and-miss, how about I tell you about Uncle Liu's three visits to the thatched cottage?"

Zhao Xu asked tentatively.

"Did Uncle Liu go to invite Zhuge Liang? That's good. I like to hear it too. Please tell me. I never thought I could hear this here. I'm so lucky."

"Let's say that Xu Shu recommended to Liu Bei a great talent who knows astronomy and geography, and Wen Kebang, that is Zhuge Liang. Today Liu Bei took his second younger brother Guan Yu and third younger brother Zhang Fei with him when he had nothing to do..."

"From then on, Zhuge Liang followed Liu Bei and advised him. It was he who gradually gained a foothold in the troubled times and had his own base. He could gradually stand up to Cao Cao in the Central Plains and Sun Quan in Jiangdong. It is a good story between a virtuous monarch and a good prime minister.”

Zhao Xu finished talking about the Three-Gu Thatched Cottage in one breath. Although he didn't remember it clearly, it was not easy to say it with his three-inch tongue.

"Well, it's really wonderful. I haven't heard such a wonderful story for a long time. You, sir, are really good at storytelling."

This person was not stingy with his words, and he directly praised him. This Zhao Xu really has the potential to be a storyteller.

"Hey, it's nothing. A storyteller knows all these things. By the way, I'm telling you a story. This story is made up by me. It's all taken from the prison. The only one in the world is my family." No semicolons."

"Oh, you wrote this yourself. Okay, tell me about it." He heard Zhao Xu say that he wrote the story himself, so he became interested.

"Okay, I'll tell you a story about Wu Song. You don't know about Wu Gong. In fact, everyone doesn't know, but I told him that he is a hero. This man killed a tiger with his bare hands."

"This tiger often eats people. The government organized many times to catch this beast but failed. Not only did the tiger fail to be caught, but several hunters were eaten by the tiger."

Zhao Xu also intentionally imitated the tiger's cry as he spoke, making it even more eerie in this gloomy cell.

Zhao Xu also continued his deceitful career. What did he want to do? He kept telling stories here without asking anything.

Did he forget what he was doing here? No, he didn't forget, he knew exactly what he was going to do.

In the past, a man named Lao Zhao used words to fool a normal person into a cripple. Today, Zhao Xu can also fool this person into a coma, and let him say everything automatically later.

(End of this chapter)