Super Elation Under the Sun

At the end of the autumn of the third year of the Great Zhou Dynasty Shending, there was an autumn rain in Baiyu Town.

An autumn rain is not a big deal. Baiyu Town has always had little rain. In autumn, it is even rarer to see the last rain, but this rain lasts for three days.

There is not even a trend to stop.

In the autumn rain, there is a young man in the alley in front of a small courtyard east of Baiyu Town. At this moment, he is holding an oil-paper umbrella and walking slowly. In this remote alley, pedestrians are rare. If there are people at this moment Just passing him by, I can definitely see the frowning face of this young boy under the umbrella.

"This horrible weather is really fucking... rare."

The teenager gritted his teeth.

Baiyu Town is located in the southwest of Dazhou, it is the borderland of Dazhou. It is truly remote. The small town is very small. The total number of residents in the town is only more than two hundred households. , After so many years, it is a bit reluctant in the town to say who has nothing to do with whom.

However, this young man has nothing to do with the residents of the town. He has no relatives and no reason, and he is not a local resident of Baiyu Town. The residents of the small town just know that in that winter, this young man was almost seven. When he was eight years old, he was sent here. The man left a bag of silver and bought a house for a boy who was not a teenager at the time. He left some silver and left alone. This made the town The local people are a little strange. The child couldn't survive that winter no matter how he wanted to come. But in the end, he couldn't imagine that the child not only survived that winter, but also found a job after all the scattered silver was used up.

Rumor has it that the Emperor of the Great Zhou had once in Shaoliang City in the early days of the year to a dynasty messenger whose territory was much larger than that of Great Zhou, and said with a smile: If you give me a hundred years, I will expand the territory of the Great Zhou. ten times.

The messenger laughed at this brazen rhetoric.

It may be that he is unwilling to save the face of the Emperor of the Zhou Dynasty, or it may be that he did not care about it at all.

The mayfly shook the tree, some people respected its courage, some laughed at it and couldn't help it.

As for how this story, which happened in Shaoliang City thousands of miles away, reached this remote Baiyu Town of the Great Zhou Dynasty?

Of course, you can't do without those storytellers.

Nowadays, the people of the whole mountain and river dynasty like to hear about books, because the mountain and river monks who are rumored to shake the mountain and move the sea hardly show their magical powers in front of them, and they are not easy to see, so they can only be in the mouth of the storyteller , In order to know what kind of existence those monks are.

Moreover, the stories that these storytellers are talking about are not just mountain and river monks.

There are several restaurants in Baiyu Town, and each restaurant has a storyteller. These storytellers will probably talk in the restaurant every afternoon. The storytellers in each restaurant are different, and their temperaments are different. So some days you can talk about three or five games, some say two or three games, and even worse, just talk about the last one in a day. But in fact, the content is mostly about mountain spirits, wild ghosts, and mountain and river monks punishment. The story of evil and good, even if there are some changes, it can't be separated from this general number.

The Great Zhou Dynasty is located in the southwest of the mountains and rivers, in a remote area, the territory is not vast, and the town of Baiyu is small and pitiful. Therefore, these storytellers naturally did not have the opportunity to see the outside scene. When the hearsay stories in their minds were told, It seemed to be a little overwhelming, those clichés, and those few stories over and over would one day bore the people in the market.

Therefore, when young teenagers sold the stories in their heads as goods to those storytellers, they really survived.

The people in Baiyu Town know that this child is not a native of Baiyu Town, but an outsider, but they don’t know why a child who is only seven or eight years old can remember such things in his head. When he tells this story, it is For five years.

In five years, those storytellers were horrified to discover that the story told by this teenager was not just that they hadn’t heard it, but also never had the same story. Therefore, with these stories, the child survived in the small town like this. .

Even when he was older, the teenager became a storyteller.

At this time, everyone in Baiyu Town knew that his name was Li Fuyao.

As the youngest storyteller in the town, Li Fuyao is not even sixteen years old.

The men of the Great Zhou Dynasty in their twenties and crowns, at Li Fuyao's age, are still four years away.

Li is the surname, but the word Fuyao in the name is taken from a sentence in the Taoist classic "Xiaoyaoyou", "Pengzhi moved to Nanming, the water hit three thousand miles, and the one who swept upward was ninety thousand miles."

Li Fuyao, who took such a name, knew these legends and ignored them.

At this moment, the young storyteller just walked across the street to the door of the restaurant with a paper umbrella, stopped for a moment, and did not rush into the restaurant.

In front of the restaurant, there was a young man waiting for a long time holding a blue gown.

Seeing Li Fuyao standing outside the restaurant for a long time, it didn't seem like he had planned to enter the building. The young man didn't know why, but knew that the shopkeeper was urging him tightly. He had to bite the bullet and leaned forward and asked cautiously. : "Mr. Xiao Li, the upstairs are all waiting for you now, why, what else hasn't been done?"

Li Fuyao stood under the eaves, took the oiled paper umbrella, handed it to the young man next to him, and asked casually: "How long will this rain last?"

"..."

Xiao Si was a bit wronged. How long will this rain last? Where does he know?

He glanced at Li Fuyao, but didn't speak up.

Fortunately, Li Fuyao didn't say anything. He just took over the big blue shirt and walked into a small room specially for him to change clothes.

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...

On the second floor of the restaurant, the layout is simple, except for the long wooden stool in the center of the lobby, and an elm wooden table, the rest of the layout is not different from the first floor, but nowadays, there is such a small jar of wine on the elm wooden table. A piece of awake wood, but the gentleman who wants to open his mouth to tell the story has not yet arrived.

The drinkers in the restaurant are both men and women. The town is only this big. They all naturally know the temperament of the young storyteller, so they didn’t say anything, just thinking about it’s too late today, why the boy hasn’t appeared yet. body?

Compared with the alcoholics who were originally planning to listen to a storytelling, the few young girls who were mixed in the crowd who were not originally here to hear the book looked a little different. Although they were still anxious, It's just that his hands are rubbing the corners of his clothes under the wooden table, his face firmly suppressed with an urgent look.

Others came to hear about the book, but they came to see the storyteller.

Time passed slowly, and Li Fuyao was finally "long overdue" in people's expectations. He wore a slightly large blue shirt and came to the center of the lobby and sat on the bench.

The young man turned his head calmly and looked at the sitting drinkers, and then calmly said, "Everyone is waiting."

Snapped!

Then there was the sound of Xingmu hitting **** the elm table.

When the two collided, the alcoholics present were shocked, and their attention was completely focused on this side.

This is the function of Xingmu.

Li Fuyao cleared his throat and raised his voice slightly, "As I said last time, those fox monsters always like to seduce some poor scholars who spend their nights in the wild. Have you ever known why the foxes always seduce poor scholars? ?"

As soon as this question was raised, the second floor quickly became very noisy. Some said that the scholars were fake and serious and could not resist temptation. Some said that the fox demon only loved scholars. In short, everyone talked about it. Have their own opinions.

The teenager sitting in the middle waited for people’s voices to diminish, and then slowly smiled and said, “Why hook up those poor scholars? It’s just a word of poverty. If you have money, who would borrow to stay in the wild? In the wild, naturally there are no such stories to circulate in the world."

Li Fuyao's remarks made all the drinkers burst into laughter. I've heard so many stories told by the storyteller, and no one has ever heard of such a statement.

The few young girls who heard this kind of statement also had a red glow on their faces, but the eyes that looked at Li Fuyao were still full of admiration.

Li Fuyao smiled, took a sip from the drinking bowl, and then continued.

The time he has been telling stories in this restaurant is not too short. He is already familiar with the doorways inside. In addition, he always has so many more stories than other storytellers in his mind, so in Baiyu Town, people Everyone likes to hear this young storyteller talk about the last scene.

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Li Fuyao altered the stories in his mind on the second floor, and said, naturally, it attracted everyone’s attention, but the restaurant shopkeeper on the first floor did not listen to it, instead, he was leaning against the restaurant’s door. Looking at this autumn rain, I silently calculated how much silver taels would be paid to Li Fuyao afterwards. Although the young man would bring him a lot of silver every time he tells a story, it was not a few that were divided accordingly.

After a long silence, the shopkeeper of the restaurant suddenly spat, and I don't know why. Only after he raised his head, he saw two oil paper umbrellas, one large and one small, coming towards the restaurant in the rain.

A middle-aged man in a blue shirt led a little girl into the eaves.

Looking at the shopkeeper guarding the door, the middle-aged man asked calmly, "Is there any seat available?"

On weekdays, the restaurant shopkeeper, who seemed very enthusiastic when he saw the guests coming to the door, looked at the extremely savvy faces of these two people, but looked a little stupefied. After a long time, he nodded and said, "Yes."