"Smack!" The storyteller slapped the startled wood, and the teahouse fell silent, almost silent.

The guests in the private seats and boxes on the second floor are talking and laughing in a low voice, and the maids are waiting. They don't just come here to consume and have fun. There were three or two young men looking down the hallway.

The storyteller was shocked, his sleeves were flying, and he said: "In the Northern Anniversary, Lord Yin Bao Zheng Bao Longtu of Kaifeng Mansion..."

He is talking about the Northern Zhou version of the "Seven Heroes and Five Righteousness", the stories of Bao Qingtian, Zhanzhao, Dynasty, Ma Han, Jinmao Mouse and others.

Jia Huan felt bored after listening to a few words.

Literary works are definitely the best online texts in later generations in terms of single-mindedness. Now, there is still a certain degree of gap in the expression of the cool point of this novel. After all, Chunshuang Y Wen has not yet appeared.

Even if it is a masterpiece such as the Golden Vase Plum, in fact, the artistic achievement lies in the depiction of the life of the Ming Dynasty, which helps later generations to understand the society of the Ming Dynasty. And Jin Zhumei is in the harem and Hi Shuang, and Long Aotian and Wang Dong are still almost meaningful.

Storytelling is tasteless, Jia Huan pondered about the matter of punishing Mrs. Wang for copying books. Madame Wang's disgust is secondary. The days of copying books were really miserable.

This matter is divided into two parts: first, while Wang Xifeng designed him, he also indirectly helped him make a name for himself in Jiafu, so that he could "punish" Mama Zhang to maximize his benefits.

The second is that Wang Xifeng has the upper hand, he should be secretly happy and proud, and he will not continue to "chase him" for the time being.

In this precious interval, he had to hurry up and complete his own money-making plan. Use this as a capital to resist Sister Feng's next suppression.

In Jiafu, the general backstage is Jia Mu, and the person in power is Mrs. Wang, and Wang Xifeng can only be regarded as a thug at the level of "Double Flower Red Stick". It is no surprise that if the magnates of Jiafu are to be suppressed by Jia Huan, Wang Xifeng will be the "urgent vanguard".

Jia Huan took a sip of tea and asked Hu Xiaosi, "Little Four, when will the five small stoves be ready?" ”

Speaking of his own mason work, Hu Xiaosi was handy, swallowed the cake in his mouth indiscriminately, and said: "It can be done tomorrow and the day after tomorrow." ”

Jia Huan nodded, "Send it to the second gate as soon as it's done." I'm of great use. ”

Hu Xiaosi nodded hurriedly, "Third master, don't worry, after my father is ready, I will send it over." ”

Just then the storyteller's story came to an end, and he sat down to rest for a while. In the hall on the first floor, there were a few people in the audience who were still unsatisfied, "Sir, let's do it again." ”

"That's right, it ended at the critical moment, isn't this an appetizing?"

"Hurry, hurry." Someone banged on the table and shouted.

Noisy is noisy, but it is actually the recognition and praise of the storyteller. If you don't say it well, who wants to wait and hear it? The resting storyteller smiled and waved around, saying a few words to reassure the audience.

Jia Huan beckoned, asked the guy in the store to come over, rewarded him with more than a dozen dollars first, and said with a smile: "I want to have a few words with the best storyteller in your store, I don't know if it's convenient for the second brother to deliver a word?" ”

The guy who ran the hall was thin and tall, accepted the reward and thanked him, and smiled enthusiastically and pointed to the storyteller in his forties who was drinking tea and resting by the storytelling table five meters away, and said: "This young master, Mr. Luo over there is the best storyteller in our Xijiangyue Teahouse." Wait a minute, I'll go over and ask. ”

Jia Huan nodded and said with a smile: "You just said that I have a book here that I want to sell, please take a look at it." ”

"Howler!" The guy who ran the hall answered skillfully, trotted to Mr. Luo, and handed over a word. Mr. Luo glanced at Jia Huan a few times, asked a few more words, and after a while, Mr. Luo put down the tea bowl and walked over slowly.

The layout of the teahouse is square-shaped, with a storytelling table in the center. The private rooms and private seats on the second floor are also surrounded by the storyteller. As soon as Mr. Luo moved, the waiting audience looked at him curiously. I saw Mr. Luo walking towards Jia Huan's table: a combination of a child, two teenagers, and a middle-aged man, discussing where they came from.

In front of everyone's eyes, Zhao Guoji, Hu Xiaosi, and Qian Huai were a little unnatural. Qian Huai's unnaturalness is more of excitement. And Jia Huan sat quietly. It's just a small scene for him.

Mr. Law was in his 40s, wearing a green shirt and a long white beard. With a sweep of his eyes, he fell on Jia Huan, an 8-year-old boy. He had read countless people, and at a glance he could see that this little boy dressed as a scholar was the first of several people. He arched his hand and said, "This little friend is invited." ”

"Mr. Luo, I have admired my name for a long time." Jia Huan stood up and greeted him, bowed his hand politely, and said, "I have a book here that I want to sell, please take a look at Mr. Luo." ”

As he spoke, he handed the revised Romance of the Three Kingdoms to Mr. Luo.

"Oh?" Mr. Luo is a storyteller, he likes good storybooks, and he took the book curiously at the moment, and looked at the Linjiang Immortal at the beginning: the rolling Yangtze River is passing away, and the waves are sweeping away the heroes..., his face became a little disdainful, and he thought it was a new book. After flipping through it again, there were fewer retrospectives than the common ones on the market, and he said: "Xiaoyou, the Romance of the Three Kingdoms is available on the market, and I'm afraid that your deleted version won't be able to sell it." ”

Mr. Luo sighed and handed the bound book back to Jia Huan with a look of regret.

Jia Huan didn't answer, and said with a smile: "Mr. Luo might as well start with the fifth round of the third battle against Lu Bu." ”

Mr. Luo hesitated for a moment, and saw Jia Huan's expression, "Okay! Then he flipped through the book in his hand again, and he was immersed in it. Warm wine slashes Huaxiong, three heroes fight Lu Bu, waves of high-tide come one after another, and it is very enjoyable to read.

"Good!" Mr. Luo read the wonderful points, and the shooting was amazing. The story of the Three Kingdoms has a long history. The people can say a few words. For example: borrowing arrows from grass boats, burning the company camp, the battle of Changbanpo, and the angry death of Zhou Lang, etc. A lot of it is already a daily colloquialism.

But, as a storyteller, he knows all too well the impact of the ordering of stories on the overall effect. This condensed version of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms is written without delay. A main story line appears, with ups and downs, ups and downs, wonderful, tiger head and leopard tail. It's hard to read it all in one sitting.

"Good book!" Mr. Luo's voice alarmed the people in the teahouse.

Seeing that everyone was noisily asking, Mr. Luo came back to his senses from the book, handed the book to Jia Huan unsatisfied, and said, "This little friend, let's talk in another place." He clenched his fists again and raised his voice: "I want to deal with some private matters in the future, all the old and young masters, please." ”

"Okay." Jia Huan smiled and got up. He has confidence in his revised version of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms.

The Chinese Chinese dialect is broad and profound, and the order of arrangement is quite exquisite. In that year, Zeng Guofan wrote a report to the Qing court, changing "repeated defeats" to "repeated defeats", which can be called the finishing touch.

Now, Jia Huan is based on the most widely circulated and time-tested version of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, and the effect obtained is similar to that of Zeng Wenzhenggong's report.

Qian Huai and Hu Xiaosi looked at Jia Huan's back with Mr. Luo in surprise. glanced at each other, the third master is amazing.

Mr. Luo was a little arrogant just now, but now he is obedient. It seems that there is a lot of hope for selling books!

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Jia Huan took Zhao Guoji and followed Mr. Luo to the main hall through the teahouse, and sat down in a small room in the side hall.

The small room is elegantly furnished, with calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls. The spring morning sun shines through the window and the air is fresh.

Mr. Luo beckoned Jia Huan to sit down, exchanged names, and then said: "Jia Xiaoyou, this Romance of the Three Kingdoms is very good to read, are you going to sell it to... Sell it to me? ”

Jia Huan smiled: "Exactly." No matter how good the popular romance is, someone must know the goods. Mr. Luo estimated how much money I would sell for this book? ”

Jia Huan estimated that he could sell it for one or twenty taels of silver.

The monetary system of the Zhou Dynasty was that silver was expensive and cheap, and one tael of silver was exchanged for about 1,500 copper coins, and the market varied from place to place. According to the price of rice, one tael of silver is about 1,000 yuan in 2016.

In ancient times, there was no such thing as copyright protection, and selling books was a one-shot deal. Therefore, the value of the new version of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" has been weakened.

To Jia Huan's surprise, Mr. Luo smiled bitterly and arched his hand: "Thanks to Jia Xiaoyou." But I'm just a storyteller, and I just make a living every day. Buying a script is not enough. Jia Xiaoyou wants to sell books, so he has to find our owner. After a while, I'll go and talk to the owner. ”

Jia Huan weizheng nodded helplessly, "Okay." ”

Depending on the situation, Mr. Storyteller is dependent on the teahouse for survival, rather than a cooperative relationship with the teahouse. He didn't expect Xijiangyue Teahouse to be such a business model. This is still the most popular teahouse in Beijing.

Obviously, if you work with a storyteller and link his salary to the storyteller's effect, it will be more able to motivate the storyteller.

Immediately, Jia Huan touched his forehead self-deprecatingly, and thought about the business model and other issues without paying attention. It's really exhausting. I haven't gotten used to the leisurely, slow-paced life I have now.

After Mr. Luo left, there was no movement for half a day, Zhao Guoji was a little breathless, looked at the elegant environment, and said in a low voice: "Brother Huan, will this business be yellow?" Jia Huan's family background, he knows it in his heart. If he paid the usual money for a small stove to the old beard, Jia Huan would have almost no money in his pocket.

"It's fine. Uncle. I'm just testing out the market. Jia Huan said with a smile, he didn't only have the Romance of the Three Kingdoms in his head, "It can't be sold here, let's go to other places to see." For example: bookstores. ”

Zhao Guoji was relieved. Jia Huan has a clear way of thinking, not at all like an 8-year-old child. His heart became more and more respectful.

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The words are divided into two ends.

Mr. Luo, the storyteller of Xijiangyue Teahouse, came out of the private room in the side hall and talked to a storyteller he knew well, asking him to help save the scene first, and hurriedly went to find the young owner's house.

Mr. Luo asked a few small people and entered the "west" box on the east side of the second floor of the teahouse.

The box is spacious and beautifully furnished. A set of tables and chairs is centered. The calligraphy and paintings on the walls are from the hands of famous artists of this dynasty. A faint voice of storytellers came. Quiet and quiet.

Shaodongjia and a white middle-aged man in his forties talked and drank tea together. Of course, it's a co-ordination business that has nothing to do with books.

"Yo, Mr. Luo is here." The owner of Xijiangyue Teahouse is surnamed Lin, and Lin Xinyuan, the young owner, is the second son of Lin Yuanwai, 16 years old this year, and is a child in Wanping County, Shuntianfu, Beijing. I often come to the teahouse and walk around.

Mr. Luo's real name is Luo Tianrui, and he is a child who has passed the county and government examinations. It's just that when I'm old, I have no intention of taking the imperial examination, so I changed careers and became a storyteller to support my family.

The imperial examination was prosperous, but anyone who had read a book could be called a child. But the real children actually refer to the students who have passed the county examination and the government examination.

Therefore, Luo Tianrui, a real boy, has a lot of face in front of Lin Xinyuan, a fake boy.

Luo Tianrui saluted Lin Xinyuan, the young owner, and saw that the young owner had no idea of continuing the conversation, so he knew that he was avoiding him, so he said: "Young owner, there is a little friend downstairs." He brought an adapted copy of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, and wanted to sell it to our teahouse, so I asked the young owner to decide. ”