Li An finished telling the story of flour and falling snow in one breath, more than 100 soldiers were fascinated by it, even Guo Ziyi and Li Hanlu fell into the situation, this story is nothing unusual, it is pure nonsense, but turning falling snow into flour is very fascinating, because almost everyone will have such a wish, hoping that the heavy snow can become edible flour, so that the common people will have food that can never be eaten, and whoever listens to such a story will be very greedy.

"Haha! Li Shilang said it well! However, my old Guo can also make up one, that ...... Once upon a time, there was a general, fighting on the front line in the north, the grain and grass of the army was attacked by the enemy's surprise soldiers, and a fire was burned, seeing that the soldiers were hungry, the general was very anxious, so he looked up to the sky and shouted, 'God, you will turn the sand in the desert into small yellow rice!' Save the soldiers! All of a sudden, all the yellow sand in front of me turned into small yellow rice, haha! Haha......"

Guo Ziyi stopped going on halfway through the talk, perhaps, his story has ended here, and there is no content below.

The soldiers were excited when they heard this, although they all knew that this was fake, but if it was true, it would be too tempting, thinking that so much snow in winter can become white noodles, and so much sand in the desert can be turned into small yellow rice, which is really too attractive for ordinary soldiers.

"I also tell a story, once upon a time there was a hunter, in his thirties, he had not yet married a daughter-in-law, one day, he went hunting in the mountains, and found a fox biting a colorful pheasant, the hunter killed the fox and saved the pheasant, and the next day, the pheasant turned into a beautiful woman and gave it to the hunter, and it was ...... ever since."

"I can also tell you a story, once upon a time there was a poor farmer, his land was on the mountain, and the soil in the field was only three inches, and the bottom was full of hard stones, and no matter what crops he planted, the harvest was very bad, so the farmer raised his head to the sky and shouted, let the stones in the field turn into gold, and the stones under the soil turned into gold, hahaha......"

"And me, I can tell a story too......"

The soldiers are not shy, they all follow the story, one can be made up more than the other, and the content of the compilation is nothing more than what they think in their hearts, gold, beautiful women are the things that ordinary people want to get the most, and these soldiers are naturally no exception, and the things they want to get the most are probably these.

"Haha! The soldiers also spoke very well! Storytelling, in fact, there is nothing difficult, as long as you have an idea, just make it up, you can make it up how you want, as long as you make the listener happy. ”

Li An said.

The most important thing in storytelling is probably the brain hole, that is, to tell a story that ordinary people can't imagine, so that others are more willing to listen, think that you tell it well, tell it interesting, if the brain hole is too small, the story told is not interesting, then probably no one wants to listen.

Lao Guo opened his mouth and said, "Li Shilang, why don't you tell a few more stories, let's listen to them more." ”

Li An nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll tell you a few more stories, it's still a story about Luo Yin, this story is called Luo Yin's drama Xiucai, you guys are very good!" It is rumored that Luo Yin was very literate when he was young and could export poems, but because his family was poor, he had to often go out to work for a short time. One day on the Qingming side, he helped the owner to farm, and there was a drizzle in the sky, so he ran back to the owner's house to eat snacks, and the owner brought a pot of wine and a plate.

At this moment, the owner came to three showmen, so the owner beckoned them to dine together. The talents looked down on the young man who was farming in front of them, and deliberately raised a difficult topic to Luo Yin, saying that in the face of this scene, they might as well make a poem to express their feelings, so that they can use their hands and mouths, and they can only stare dryly if they can't do it. Can. Luo Yin is only eight years old, how can he be afraid of them, he is secretly funny in his heart, but he deliberately said that this is probably not easy. ”

At this point in the story, Ang Lee paused for a moment, and seeing that everyone seemed to be quite interested, they all craned their necks to listen.

So he continued: "The three Xiucai laughed proudly and said that this is my rule before the meal, anyway, if you have something to say first, do it, eat it, don't do it, salivate." So, one of them immediately brushed his sleeves and chanted first, during the Qingming Festival, it rained a lot, Xiucai went to the countryside to look for poetry, eat a rice cake and drink a glass of wine, and he must go to the dragon gate in the coming year.

After hearing this, Luo Yin nodded and shook his head and said, the noble man has great ambitions, but it is a pity that he is ambitious. didn't wait for Luo Yin to finish speaking, the second one couldn't wait to chant again, it was raining during the Qingming Festival, Xiucai went to the countryside to worship the ancestral grave, kowtowed and howled, and rice wine and rice cake relieved boredom.

Luo Yin laughed and said: "It turned out to be a fake filial son, at this time, the third Xiucai couldn't hold it anymore, so he waved his hand and rushed to read it aloud. After eating and drinking, take a turn and find a beautiful hidden gold house.

Luo Yin sneered, disrespectful and disrespectful, and his feet turned out to be a disciple. The talents ignored Luo Yin's ridicule and urged him to compose poems one by one. Luo Yin waved his hand and said, don't worry, my poem is long, you have to listen patiently, don't interrupt in the middle, otherwise, I won't be able to do it.

The talents thought that Luo Yin couldn't do it, so they pretended to make excuses, so they said together, don't interrupt, don't interrupt, you just do it, Luo Yin coughed lightly, and said calmly, the rain is dripping in the Qingming Festival, and the old farmer is hungry. Drink a glass of old wine to moisten your throat, eat a rice cake to fill the corners of your belly, Luo Yin raised his neck and drank the wine, chewed the rice cake and continued to read, two or three are not enough, plus four, five, six, seven, eight...... He ate while reading, and without waiting for the talents to react, he ate a plate of rice cakes cleanly, and then, burped, continued the last two sentences, filled his stomach and went to the field. ”

"Hahahaha......"

"Luo Yin is really playing tricks, it's really interesting! Ha ha! ”

"Luo Yin is really talented, if it were me, I wouldn't be able to write such a long poem."

"Come on! Do you recognize words? Or poetry? You can't say a word. ”

"Hahaha!"

The soldiers seem to be very open, there is no restraint at all, it seems that Lao Guo usually gets along with the soldiers very well, and he has probably never put on an official stand, which causes the soldiers to be very open in front of the commander.

"Li Shilang told two stories, both of which are related to Luo Yin, but who is this Luo Yin? Did Li Shilang make it up, or did he really have this person in history? I guess it's made up! If there is such a person, I should not be unaware! ”

Guo Ziyi asked suspiciously, although he is a military general, he is also a military general who often reads, and he still knows a lot about the history of ancient and modern China and foreign countries, and he really has not heard of a historical celebrity named Luo Yin, so he thinks that this is made up by Li An.

Li An smiled and said, "If you want to say who this Luo Yin is, you probably have to tell a story, and after the ending of this story is finished, you will probably know who Luo Yin is." ”

As soon as the words fell, the soldiers all came over to listen to Li An tell the next story, and their expressions were very eager, as if they would not stop until they heard the story.

Since the soldiers had to listen, Li An naturally couldn't shirk it, so he told the story again

Li An opened his mouth and said: "Luo Yin's sage mouth, the matter of speaking well, has finally been known by the Jade Emperor. The Jade Emperor thought that there was such a strange person in the mortal world, how could he get it? So he sent the thunder male and electric mother, the wind god and the rain god to arrest him everywhere, and he must kill Luo Yin.

One day, Luo Yin passed by a village, and suddenly there was a strong wind and rain. He pointed to the sky and said, pointing to the wind, pointing to the rain, and Luo hid in the tile kiln. Luo Yin said as he walked into a nearby broken tile kiln, the wind stopped blowing, and the rain stopped falling. But then there was thunder and lightning, and Luo Yin said casually, fortunately, the tile kiln is my hiding place. He said that Zang was a burial, and as soon as the words fell, a thunderclap shook the sky, and the thunder and lightning knocked Luo Yin unconscious, and it was a strong wind and rain, and the broken tile kiln collapsed, and Luo Yin was buried in the kiln.

Besides, there is a foreigner in the village, and there is a young lady in the family. This young lady was born smart and clever, talented and outstanding, although she was eighteen years old, but she was not yet married, and she regarded this only daughter as a pearl in her palm and loved it. One day, the staff found that the young lady was thin and in a trance, so she invited Lang Zhong to see a doctor. The staff panicked and hurriedly consulted with his wife. Mrs. scolded her daughter for misbehaving, Miss cried loudly, Mrs. asked Yahuan again, Yahuan said, Miss has always behaved uprightly, she has never been out of the boudoir, and she has never done anything unseemly. ”

Speaking of which, Ang Lee paused again.

And Lao Guo was puzzled and said: "These are obviously two stories!" Why does it sound headless and brainless? ”

"Luo Yin was killed by thunder and lightning, what does this have to do with his life experience."

"Yes! The rest of the story has nothing to do with Luo Yin. ”

"This young lady must have stolen someone, otherwise how could she be pregnant."

"It can't be that Luo Yin is not dead, and secretly tryst with this young lady!"

Everyone asked suspiciously.

Li An smiled and said, "What are you anxious about, my story hasn't finished yet?" It turned out that two months ago, one day, the young lady was sleepy from reading and wanted to relax and relax, so she went to the back garden with Yahuan to play. The young lady saw that the garden was full of citrus branches, and a fragrance made her mouth water, and she couldn't stop it. Yahuan picked a ripe and large one and picked it up for the young lady. Strange to say, after eating the citrus, the young lady became pregnant unconsciously, and often shared a bed with a scholar in her dreams.

When Madame heard this, she felt that the strange thing was in the citrus tree. She called for someone to pick up the tree by the roots. The roots of the citrus tree were long, and they dug into a broken kiln more than a mile outside the wall, where a dead body was found. The corpse had not yet decomposed, and its face was red like that of a man who had drunk and fallen asleep. The staff asked someone to dig up the body, put a coffin, and rebury it in the back garden.

After a few months, Miss gave birth to a boy, petite and lively, the staff and Mrs. saw each other, loved it very much, and raised it as a little grandson, and later, the staff heard that the corpse of the broken tile kiln was Luo Yin, and the young lady was pregnant after eating citrus, so she named the little grandson Ganluo. ”

"Ganro? Ganluo, the secretary of the Qin State? ”

Guo Ziyi is familiar with history books, and when he hears the word Ganluo, he immediately thinks of Ganluo, a young politician in the Qin State back then, that is, a heavyweight of the Great Qin Empire who was once given to Shangqing by Qin Shi Huang.

There are not many young talents in ancient and modern China and foreign countries, like Gan Luo, who was able to send an envoy to Zhao at the age of twelve, and used a small strategy to take over more than a dozen cities in Zhao State, which is not something that ordinary people can do, an absolute young genius.

According to the records of the historical books, Gan Luo's grandfather is Gan Mao, the left prime minister of Qin State, and this Gan Mao's descendant, there is only a record of his grandson Gan Luo, and there is no record of Gan Mao's son, that is, the record of Gan Luo's father.

But Lao Guo thought about it carefully and felt that things were not quite right, because it was very clear in the story that Li An had told before, Luo Yin had failed to succeed in the imperial examination for many years, and he also teased a few Xiucai, but in the era of the Great Qin Empire, there was no imperial examination system at all, and there was no such thing as Xiucai, these were only available in the Sui and Tang dynasties, so there was naturally a big problem here, so Luo Yin was naturally unlikely to be a person from the era of the Great Qin Empire.

And if it is the era of the Sui and Tang Dynasties, but Lao Guo has never heard of such a powerful character, so it can basically be concluded that this story was written by Ang Lee at will, and the authenticity of the content is not very high, but there may be a trace of authenticity in it.

Li An smiled and said, "This is the Ganluo in my story, not the Ganluo of Daqin, hahaha!" ”

It's just a small story, the Ganluo here really has little to do with the Ganluo of the Great Qin Empire, and besides, Luo Yin in this story is a person from the late Tang Dynasty, and he hasn't been born yet?

casually told a few stories, and a long time passed, and it was time for dinner, Guo Ziyi reminded Li An that it was time to go back.

"Do you have any food and drinks? It's a nice place, so why don't you have dinner here? ”

Li An doesn't want to go back to Xiazhou City yet, although because of the population, the business is not too developed, and the city gate is closed at night, but with Lao Guo here, you can enter the city whenever you want, which is not difficult.

Guo Ziyi said: "The soldiers only have dry food and water and wine, where will there be good wine and food, but less than five miles away, there is a small hotel under the willow tree, there should be a lot of wine and food, I asked the soldiers to buy some, it should not take long." ”