"A few masters, please. You may be seated. ”

Tan Lun, the prefect of Taizhou, and his entourage walked into the Qiwanzhai Teahouse, and the teahouse guy came forward to greet him enthusiastically, welcomed Tan Lun and others into the lobby of the teahouse, found an empty table, wiped the tables and chairs again with the white towel on his shoulder, and invited a few people to sit down.

"Man, do you have a seat?"

Zuo Zhen pressed his hand on the man's shoulder and asked, he noticed that the three sects and nine streams gathered in the lobby, and the environment was a little chaotic and noisy, especially the table that the guy found for them was close to the storyteller in the middle, and there were many tea customers around, and they were in the center of the bustle, and there were bursts of cheers from time to time.

"Hehe, no, it's good here, we businessmen like to be lively, the more lively the business, the better."

Tan Lun smiled and waved his hand, and took the lead in sitting down, this time he came to Jingnan Weifu for a private visit to listen to the people's feelings and public opinions, the more lively the better, the better to listen to the news, if you sit in a private seat, you will lose the meaning of coming to the teahouse.

When Zuo Zhen heard Tan Lun speak, he let go of his partner and no longer asked for a seat.

After Tan Lun sat down, he beckoned to Zuo Zhen and the others, "Don't stand, sit, you all sit, this shopkeeper is in for a treat today." You don't have to be polite to eat or drink whatever you want. ”

"Thank you, owner." Tan Lun hugged his fists and thanked him, then beckoned his subordinates and sat down in turn.

"Shopkeeper, you're making a big deal, aren't you? You're not an ordinary person. The teahouse guy complimented.

"Hehe, what a big business, let's just do some small business in Taizhou Mansion." Tan Lun smiled slightly.

"It turns out that the shopkeeper is from Dafu City, no wonder the faction is not ordinary." The guy said, "The shopkeeper is here to do business in Jingnan County, you are here, our Jingnan is not the same as before." ”

"Oh, why do you say that Jingnan is not the same as before?" Tan Lun asked with interest.

"Hehe, since Zhu Zhixian came to Jingnan, our Jingnan is not the same as before, you have come to Jingnan to do business. Let's not talk about it far away, let's just say that in the past few days, there have been a lot of Japanese people in Taizhou, and how many counties have been broken and ruined by Japanese people. The shopkeeper came from Taizhou Mansion, and he watched it all the way, but we Jingnan County was the only one. Why, it's all because our Zhu Zhixian is strategizing and trying to save the situation, yes, to turn the tide, let the little widow's head break the blood, and save Jingnan County. So, you can rest assured that you can do business in our Jingnan, only with Zhu Zhi County, our Jingnan will be as stable as Mount Tai, and you will make a fortune doing business in Jingnan. The teahouse guy said with his eyebrows fluttering, as a Jingnan person, he is very proud.

"Hehe, borrow your auspicious words. Oh, by the way, we're new to the city, and we don't know each other well. It is said that 'breaking the county order, destroying the door order Yin', is this Zhu Zhi County so good, can you tell us about it? ”

Hearing the words of the teahouse guy, Tan Lun smiled slightly, and said to the teahouse guy with a worried attitude of doing business.

"Okay, of course, hehe, if you want to talk about our Zhuzhi County, you can't finish it for three days and two nights......" The teahouse guy was about to say, but unfortunately there were guests at the door again, so he said to Tan Lun and the others embarrassedly, "Shopkeeper, I'm sorry, I'm here, I have to say hello." If you want to listen to the story of our Zhuzhi County, you can listen to Mr. Storyteller, and what he is talking about now is our Zhuzhi County. ”

Oh, Mr. Storyteller is telling the story of Zhu Ping'an?!

When Tan Lun and the others heard this, they turned their eyes to the storyteller who was telling a story on the stage and listened carefully.

Well, it really tells the story of Zhu Ping'an, and it happens to be the part of defending the city.

"At that time, the situation was critical, in front of the West Gate, the Japanese were all over the mountains, densely packed with at least more than 3,000 people, when they ran to attack the city, the Japanese army rolled up the rolling loess, just like the monsters rolled up the demon wind. The Japanese invaders kill people one by one without blinking, and their martial arts are strong, to what extent, the soldiers defending the city shoot arrows at the Japanese invaders, and the Japanese can catch them empty-handed, which is much more powerful than grabbing the white blade empty-handed......"

The storyteller on the stage said with a foaming mouth, gesturing while talking, which made people empathize.

"Although it is a bit exaggerated, there are indeed many Japanese robbers who are extraordinary and can receive arrows empty-handed, and we have also seen them in Fucheng." Zuo Zhen said softly.

Tan Lun nodded slightly, he had seen it several times in the city at that time, and he was very impressed.

Not only did they catch the arrows with their bare hands, but they also threw their feathered arrows at the walls with their backhands, faster than they could shoot with their bows and arrows, and the defenders fell in response. The widow laughed loudly, and patted the crotch pants on the city wall, mocking the defenders as girls, the morale of the city plummeted, and when it was about to collapse, the county lord Zhu Ping'an stood up, and the county lord scolded and shot his mother, bent the bow and shot the arrow, and one arrow hit the crotch pants that mocked the widows......"

The storyteller gestured.

Hahaha...... There was a burst of laughter in the teahouse.

A pot of tea, a table of snacks, Tan Lun and others quietly listened to Mr. Storyteller talk about the battle of Jingnan with affection.

"The invincible Japanese invaders met in Jingnan County, there were more than 3,000 Japanese invaders when they landed, and when they fled from Jingnan overnight, there were only more than 1,000 people left, this battle, under the leadership of the county lord, we Jingnan at least killed more than 1,000 Japanese invaders. After the war, the county lord was not proud of his credit, and gave the credit to everyone in Jingnan, saying that we are all heroes of Jingnan, and that we are not afraid of sacrifice and swore to fight to the death, so we defended Jingnan. Weizai, the county lord; Strong, Jingnan people! ”

The storyteller was shocked and ended this section of Jingnan Station.

"Okay, that's right, the county master cow pen, Jingnan people cow pen." Everyone in the teahouse listened to it unfinished, and they listened to this paragraph many times, but they never got tired of hearing it, and they applauded continuously, and they couldn't help urging the storyteller to say more.

"Heh, didn't you capture seven hundred and ninety-five of the Wokou's heads? How did it become more than a thousand here, and this moisture is too much, right?! When Zuo Zhen heard the storyteller talk about the number of Japanese robbers killed in Jingnan Station, he couldn't help but shake his head and objected.

In a burst of applause, Zuo Zhen's objection was very noticeable.

As soon as Zuo Zhen's words fell, the tea guests at the surrounding tables shifted their attention to Zuo Zhen's table.

"Moisture? Heh, you're from out of town, aren't you? The tea guests at the surrounding table raised their heads and asked.

"Hmm." Zuo Zhen nodded.

"Hmph, it looks like it's from out of town. Let me tell you, all the gentlemen at our table have been on the city wall and seen it with their own eyes. At that time, you didn't see that scene, it was called a tragedy, the Japanese invaded the city for a day and a night, and the Japanese died under the city wall layer after layer, many of the Japanese were smashed into shape, and their heads were broken. The heads we have captured are all found in these places, and there are many Japanese heads that cannot be found. We've all seen it with our own eyes. The number of people killed must be more than seven hundred and ninety-five, but some of the heads are no longer available, and they are still water, hum. ”

The tea guest snorted coldly and said to Zuo Zhen and the others.