tell a story?

Hearing this, not to mention other people, even the waiter in the shop had a look of curiosity in his eyes.

In Li Zhen's eyes, one of the two new uncles should be very interested in what he said, looking at him with eyes full of doubts and curiosity. But the other uncle was not so good.

After hearing what he said, he didn't move, he just turned his head back and said to the waiter:

"Just a pot of tea."

Damn it.

How can this be done?

Li Zhen quickly judged that this person might be in charge and said quickly:

"Sir, don't be busy. It's freezing cold here. It's no fun to drink a pot of dry tea. It's most relaxing to have a plate of fried beans and listen to a story."

"..."

After hearing this, the middle-aged man with his back to Li Zhen turned to look at him again and nodded:

"Adding a plate of fried beans."

"Okay, sir, please take a seat. We'll be here soon."

The waiter left quickly, and Li Zhen felt at ease...

A pot of crude tea costs one penny, and a plate of beans costs one penny. He earns "3 cents" from the tea, and "7" cents from the beans.

The book has also been opened, and at least one penny has been obtained.

How can I say that this penny can be exchanged for a piece of cake? With this lunch, I won't be hungry tomorrow.

With this penny as a foundation, he was not in a hurry.

Li Zhen, who has told stories thousands of times in that world, understands that if people want to read stories, they can just buy a storybook.

In storytelling, what you listen to is praise and what you listen to is commentary.

The martial arts review is like a horse stepping on a flying swallow, while the literary review is iron-clad.

So, he continued slowly:

"Everyone, what I am talking about today is called storytelling. You may have heard this freshly, and you are thinking to yourself, how can I, a poor Taoist priest, speak so boldly and dare to comment on the affairs of scholars? Hey, this is the idea.

The Three Purities are above all, and monks do not lie. Books are written by saints, but for this reason, in fact, all books have the word "good" in them. Don't worry about whether you cultivate yourself, govern the country, or bring peace to the world, blame it on the root cause

, it’s nothing more than making this world a better place... Hey, gentlemen, sit down quickly, waiter, someone is here!"

Just as he was talking, two more people walked in at the door. They were shivering from the cold. Li Zhen knew at a glance that whether these two people were drinking or doing something else, at least the fried beans couldn't escape.

The waiter hurriedly ran out from the back hall to entertain people, while Li Zhen continued:

"In short, books and stories are the ultimate expression of the principles in this world. Today, we are not going to talk about big principles. Let me tell you a story. What is the story about? You

Everyone has listened, a story, 9 heads, 13 lives. Say no more, let’s get started.”

He was talking here, and the three tables of guests just now were listening there.

No one interrupted.

On the contrary, it feels quite fresh.

And the waiter didn’t say it would cost money to listen to a story today.

Well, since I didn’t say anything, I won’t pay even if I ask myself to pay for it.

Who told you not to agree in advance?

The two men who ordered a pot of tea and fried beans looked at each other and said nothing.

Just listen to Li Zhen talking like this:

"Everyone, where did this story happen? Hey, it happened in a city called Beijing. Don't ask where it is. Anyway, I made it up. Let's just tell this story. But when this story happened, it was also in

It's a freezing day. In the west of Beijing, there is a Zhenwu Temple. You know everything about Zhenwu Temple, right? I won't explain it. By the way, it's a freezing day. According to the time,

, it’s the last time. There’s a person coming to the door of Zhenwu Temple.”

While they were talking, the new guests at the table also finished ordering.

Sure enough, Li Zhen made another seventy cents.

His back straightened a bit.

And these two people didn't know what he was doing. Seeing him chattering there, they didn't serve food at the moment, so they just listened to it.

"Here's this guy. He looks to be in his thirties, not even forty. Everyone, as I said just now, it's cold. As for my master, the clothes he's wearing are a little thin at this time of year. He's under his feet.

My soap boots are all threaded. Think about it, in the twelfth month of winter, the clothes you wear are thin and your boots are leaky. You don’t have much money at this glance.

I'm not afraid to tell you this. If I were on duty as a Taoist priest that day, I wouldn't even come out of the house with him looking like this. No matter if he comes to burn incense and worship Buddha or to catch ghosts and monsters, he can't be fished out just by looking at him.

What kind of oil and water? It’s true that I, a Taoist priest, took refuge on Wednesday and took refuge in the world, but it’s cold and I’m cold, and I’m hungry without rice. He and I can’t get into trouble, right? It’s best if he goes to some temple to trouble those bald donkeys

Go, but don't bother me..."

"Hahaha~"

Hearing Li Zhen's words, one of the men at the table couldn't help laughing.

At the same time, the old man who was drinking tea and eating beans with his back turned finally turned around.

Li Zhen smiled and nodded:

"Who is this person? The book hints that this person's surname is Ma, and his name is Ma San'er. Where does he live? He lives outside Beijing. In the early years, Ma San'er's home was also in the city.

But there is something wrong with him. He likes to gamble.

Ladies and gentlemen, as the saying goes: If you gamble for a long time, there will be no winner.

If you have this, even if you have a fortune, you will have to struggle to get into it sooner or later. So here I would like to make a digression with you. You have money in your pocket, you sit here and eat and drink in Tongfuju, and it falls into your stomach.

.Don't care if the meal is three or five grand or two taels of silver. Remember, don't feel bad. After you eat and drink, the money is yours. But if you want to say where you went to gamble, then

The money becomes someone else's...Hey, I'm getting off topic. Let's get back to it."

When he said this, his tone was very straightforward, and the waiter on the side nodded slightly after hearing it.

This sounds quite comforting.

exactly.

Come to our place and have something to eat and drink. Isn’t that better than anything else?

This poor Taoist priest is not bad, he even knows how to speak for us.

"Then why did Ma San'er come to the Zhenwu Temple today? To ask for fortune-telling? Or because some bald donkey saw that he had no money, so he made a mistake and brought trouble to us Taoist priests?"

"Pfft...hahahahaha..."

The man at the table who ordered tea smiled even more happily.

And another uncle looked at it with the corners of his mouth twitching...

It seems that he is suppressing himself.

Li Zhen waved his hands with a smile on his face:

"No. What are you here for? I'm here to meet a good friend. He has two brothers, Ma San'er, Xing San, and two brothers in front of him. This uncle's surname is Jia, and his name is Boss Jia. The second uncle's surname is Men.

, called Menlao Er. What is Ma San'er doing looking for these two brothers? It seems that the Chinese New Year is almost here, and I am thinking about asking the two brothers to exchange some money and buy some things to go home, otherwise I am afraid that I will not be able to survive this year."

"I went to Uncle Jia's house first and asked if my eldest brother was there. My sister-in-law said he was not there. She went to Zhenwu Temple to have tea and chat with the old Taoist. That's when I found this place. I planned to come to my eldest brother to borrow some money."

As soon as he finished speaking, a shout came from outside the door:
Chapter completed!