After entering the back room, shopkeeper Zhuang ordered the waiter in the teahouse to serve two cups of tea.
Seeing this situation, Chen Changsheng said: "The teahouse seems to be in short supply of a storyteller."
Shopkeeper Zhuang sighed and then spoke eloquently.
There are not many people in Qingshan City who enjoy the job of storytellers. There are only two or three teahouses in Qingshan City, and there are only three or four storytellers.
It happened to be a time of trouble. A few years ago, a storyteller was beaten to death because he failed to pay Qi Ling's money. Later, there was another storyteller who felt aggrieved and babbled a few words about King Nan on the stage and was imprisoned.
"Originally, there was only one person left, and it took a lot of effort to keep him. But that day, he told a story about a tiger falling flat on stage. I didn't know that he offended that person, and he was asked to leave after he got off the stage. Later, After asking around, I found out that it was not a bad thing, but that I was asked to tell people stories, so I couldn't come back."
"Without the storyteller, there are fewer people coming to drink tea. I always feel that there is something missing, and the business will not be good. That's why I'm worried."
"If you have great talent, sir, please stay in our Tangji Tea House. The monthly salary will definitely be quite large."
After talking a lot, the shopkeeper took a sip of tea to moisten his mouth and breathed a sigh of relief.
He is really anxious now, and he doesn't care whether the person coming has any ability or not. He must fulfill the etiquette first and then talk about things.
After hearing this, Chen Changsheng said: "I see, why is the shopkeeper so anxious?"
Shopkeeper Zhuang nodded and said, "That's right."
Chen Changsheng asked again: "The shopkeeper said before that the monthly payment is quite a lot, how much is it specifically?"
Shopkeeper Zhuang stretched out a hand and said: "One month, three coins! And the rewards for the tea guests in the hall are not included!"
After hearing this, Chen Changsheng paused and said, three taels of silver a month, which is really a lot of money. Four months is just one tael of silver. Ordinary people may not be able to earn one tael of silver after working for a year, and the reward is another Calculate.
"What do you think, sir?" Shopkeeper Zhuang asked.
"I'm willing to give it a try," Chen Changsheng said.
Shopkeeper Zhuang suddenly smiled and said, "That's great."
But then he changed his tone and said, "But sir, you still have to show Zhuang what you are capable of. You can't just go on stage without knowing anything, right?"
Chen Changsheng said: "Then let's talk about the previous paragraph?"
Shopkeeper Zhuang cupped his hands and said, "Sir, please."
Chen Changsheng drank the tea in one gulp, and then placed the cup in his hand as a reminder.
"Then let's talk about the seventh chapter of "Journey to the West", where the great sage escapes from the Bagua furnace and the world is determined under the Five Elements Mountain."
Chen Changsheng's face straightened and he spoke immediately.
"Wealth, fame, and fame are determined by destiny. Don't deceive your heart. Be honest and upright, and the fruits of loyalty and good deeds are profound."
"The gods are punishing these arrogant people, and they are not facing the right time. I asked Dongjun why, now the disasters are invading each other.
"Only for the sake of lofty ideals and disregard of extremes, without distinction between superiors and inferiors."
After saying that, he took a striking shot, inspiring people.
Shopkeeper Zhuang's eyes lit up after hearing this, and he immediately understood how much this gentleman was worth.
This passage is not in the original text!
"It said that the Great Sage Qitian was taken by all the heavenly soldiers to kill demons under the platform, tied to the demon subduing pillar, chopped with knives and axes, stabbed with spears and swords. Don't think of hurting him..."
Chen Changsheng had never spoken before, but he had never eaten pork before and had always seen pigs running away, so he followed that example and continued talking.
Shopkeeper Zhuang felt a little regretful as he listened further.
This beginning is really amazing.
But it is obvious that this gentleman's storytelling skills are still lacking. Sometimes he misses the point where he should have stopped and left suspense.
I don’t know if it’s because of unfamiliarity or what, but it’s not a big problem.
"The Four Heavenly Kings are invisible. Good monkey spirit! There are poems to prove it."
"Crack."
The tea cup was smashed again.
"The Hunyuan body is in line with the innate nature, and it is only natural after thousands of calamities. Miao Miao Wuwei Hun Taiyi, Ruru Fudong is called Chuxuan."
"No lead or mercury has been smelted in the furnace for a long time, and it is the immortal who lives forever outside the world. The changes are endless, and the three refuges and the five precepts can never be mentioned."
"Another poem!"
"A bit of spiritual light shines through Taixu, and the same goes for the walking stick: it can be long or short according to the person's use, and it can be arranged horizontally, vertically, or horizontally to be rolled or relaxed."
"More poems!"
"The Taoist body of the ape is a fake human heart, and the heart is an ape, which means a lot. The great sage Qi Tian is not a false theory. How can he know the official title of Bi Ma?"
"The hearts and minds of horses and apes cooperate, and they are tightly bound and tied tightly, and there is no need to look for it outside. All things return to the truth from the same principle, and the Tathagatas live together in the twin forests!"
Shopkeeper Zhuang was startled when he heard this and even stood up.
"good!!"
he exclaimed.
Chen Changsheng also stopped at this point.
At this time, Shopkeeper Zhuang felt that the gentleman's slight problem didn't matter. The poems in it alone were enough to make people feel novel.
"Mr. Talented!"
Chen Changsheng cupped his hands and said, "Shopkeeper Zhuang has promoted me."
Shopkeeper Zhuang was extremely happy and immediately said, "I wonder when Sir will be able to take the stage?"
Chen Changsheng said: "It's getting late today, so we have to wait until tomorrow."
"Okay, okay."
Shopkeeper Zhuang said: "Tomorrow then, tomorrow then."
Chen Changsheng saw that the shopkeeper looked a little excited, so he said, "The shopkeeper hasn't said when he will come and leave yet."
Shopkeeper Zhuang was shocked and said quickly: "Look at me, sir, he will come at midnight tomorrow and he can rest at the end of the hour. At noon, when there are many people, he will occasionally be busy, but he will not disturb his rest too much."
"There is also a written deed. Don't forget it, shopkeeper."
"Go get it now."
Shopkeeper Zhuang was so happy and confused that he hurriedly brought the deed to this gentleman to sign.
He breathed a sigh of relief and felt much better.
Shopkeeper Zhuang said: "I don't know where your husband lives. I will send someone to invite you tomorrow."
Chen Changsheng said: "Then I'll ask you, shopkeeper Lao. Chen's family lives in Chuanfeng Alley. Just turn right into the alley and you'll be in the second house."
"Okay." Shopkeeper Zhuang wrote it down.
"By the way, I don't know your name yet."
Chen Changsheng thought for a while and said, "Let's call it Chenjiu Tea."
After a few words of greeting, Chen Changsheng stood up and planned to leave.
Shopkeeper Zhuang was very satisfied with the newly recruited storyteller, which relieved his worries.
Only then did he remember something, "Hey, I should tell him that there are some things that cannot be said..."
"Well, it doesn't hurt to wait until tomorrow."
After all, there was a storyteller who got in like this before.
After solving his worries, Shopkeeper Zhuang's expression improved a lot.
When the waiter in the teahouse saw the shopkeeper's appearance, he immediately understood.
"Sir, have you found the new gentleman?"
Shopkeeper Zhuang said with a smile: "That's natural. This gentleman has a great talent. He is different from other storytellers. He really has ink in his belly."
After hearing this, the waiter said: "Is it really that powerful?"
"That's not the case."
Shopkeeper Zhuang touched his beard and said, "Well...it's just that the heat is still a little lacking in some places, but it doesn't matter."
Compared to the poetry in those words, the rest of the lack of heat is not a hindrance at all.
This time I really found a treasure!
