"Okay, all the people selling 'Da Yi' goods on the street are fine, so what can we do? If the Manchu and Qing court really had the ability to pursue the case, they should have caught the people selling 'Da Yi' goods on the street. Let’s talk.” After the unexpected silence, Liu Qi spoke up at the right time.
As soon as these words came out, everyone who was originally worried immediately felt a lot more at ease.
Da Yi's products are already being sold on the street, and the officials don't dare to deal with them. It seems they are still wary.
"Since you know some stories about Emperor Yi, tell it and listen to it. If you make me happy, I can reward you with a few taels of silver." Liu Qi said and took out a small pill from his wallet. Irregular half-black silver particles were thrown onto the desk in front of the storyteller.
Looking at the broken silver on the table, the storyteller's eyes widened.
It would be a lie to say that I am not moved.
But at the same time, the storyteller who has been in the world for so long also understands that Liu Qi insists on telling the story about Emperor Yi himself, either because he really admires Emperor Yi, or he has some ulterior motives. Anyway, no matter what happened, if he didn't say something, Liu Qi would probably cause trouble for his family. But if he told the truth and the government really wanted to pursue him, his family would be in big trouble!
There will be trouble in both advance and retreat. We can only get through the difficulties in front of us first. If that doesn't work, if the government really wants to pursue him, then let's shift the responsibility to him!
Thinking of this, the storyteller wisely took the broken silver on the table and put it into his sleeve, then smiled and said to Liu Qi: "Okay, since the young master rewards you so much, I won't postpone it any longer. Let’s just tell a story about Emperor Yi before he revolted!”
When the storyteller's voice fell, many of the onlookers left.
Of course, there are also many who are not afraid of trouble or who feel that the law does not punish the public, so they stay and continue to listen.
"Speaking of which, the Yi Emperor Zhang Rui was less than sixteen years old..."
The storyteller began to speak slowly, and the plot of the story began to unfold slowly. The story was about Zhang Rui's single-handed killing of bandits.
To say that this storyteller is very eloquent, he is also very talented in editing stories. He knows how to polish the story, how to develop the storyline with ups and downs, and how to better control the mood of the people listening to the book and make them Listening to it makes me feel excited and stimulated, with constant climax.
Under the storyteller's description, the image of Zhang Rui clearly appeared in the hearts of everyone who listened to the book.
A sixteen-year-old boy, who had just come of age, was holding a broken knife and had a tough look on his face. However, he looked calm when facing dozens of vicious bandits, and he killed all the dozens of bandits as if he was taking it lightly.
The poet Li Bai once said: Kill one person in ten steps, and leave no trace in a thousand miles. It's not enough to explain the coolness and decisiveness of this young man.
After mentioning that Zhang Rui defeated Lei Bao, the sixth leader of the bandit, for a moment, someone who didn't know who it was actually clapped his hands, and many people also clapped their hands, very excited.
The atmosphere was very lively, and even Liu Qi was very moved. He unconsciously took out several handfuls of copper coins and small pieces of silver, threw them in front of the storyteller and shouted, "Well said, I will reward you."
He was so generous that many people in the crowd who were watching were also touched by Liu Qi's reward. They took out one or several coins from their pockets and threw them to the storyteller, as if otherwise, they could not calm themselves down. of excitement.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way...get out of the way..."
Another hurried voice shouted for the crowd to get out of the way, and the onlookers looked towards the place where the voice came from.
At this time, I saw three wealthy young men wearing Eight Banners costumes walking over with several servants.
Those servants are all strong and tall, and one can tell at a glance that they are not comparable to Liu Qi's servants. It also shows that the identities of these three children of the Eight Banners must not be simple. They are either children of officials' families or children of generals' families.
As the crowd gave way, the three people quickly entered the inner circle with several servants.
At this time, one of them saw Liu Qi standing up from the stool, and said in a strange way: "Isn't this the second son of the Liu family? How come he got into this ant colony and doesn't mind the smell?" Are you panicking?"
When Liu Qi heard this, he felt very unhappy, but when he thought of his father's warning, he still endured it and responded: "Master Nisha, Master Shumulu, Master Borzijit, you guys are welcome."
Nisha Jitai is the son of the Mancheng Defiant family, Borzijit Ermi is the son of the City Defender family, and Shumulu Zhesha is the son of the Deputy Dutong family. No matter who they are, they are not beings that his family can easily offend because of their wealth. On the contrary, in the eyes of these people, his family's wealth is no different than pigs and sheep waiting to be slaughtered.
"Go away, what are you looking at? A bunch of pig-like ants, they stink to death." Looking at the people watching around him, Nisha Jitai said to drive them away.
As soon as the words came out, the crowd of onlookers began to leave in a habit of numbness. Of course, there were some who showed anger, but they still stopped immediately without saying a word.
It's not that they don't want to resist, but that over the years, those who dared to resist have been killed by them, and the rest rely on numbing themselves to survive. After being numb for a long time, no matter what they say, they are right. To dare to resist is to seek death.
All of a sudden, the storytelling stall that was originally crowded with people suddenly became sparsely empty.
Of course, although Nisha Jitai and others have some status, they are not enough to make everyone on the street disappear with just one word. Many of the people who left just stayed away and continued to watch the development of things.
After all, no matter how much danger lies ahead, gossip and curiosity will still make people stop and watch.
Watching the crowd leave, Nisha Jitai's vanity was greatly satisfied. He immediately smiled with Borjigit Ermi and Shumulu Zhesha and said, "Have you seen these two brothers? This is what the untouchables of the Han people should be like, hahaha..."
Borzigit Ermi and Shumulu Zhesha also laughed loudly when they heard this, and they were very "high-spirited".
Amid the laughter of several people, the leaving crowd quickened their pace a little more.
"Young masters, if there's nothing wrong, then... I'll leave first." Liu Qi knew that he couldn't afford to offend these three people, so he apologized.
"Go away, you are just a low-status Han slave, why are you pretending to be a gentleman? Stay away from us when you see us in the future, so that I will not think of them when I see you, which is off-putting." Nisha Jitai said and pointed to his knees. On the side of the street, children with straws in their heads are waiting to be bought.
"you..."
Liu Qi clenched his fist and then relaxed it again. As if accepting his fate, he replied: "Yes."
...
Shumulu Zhesha didn't seem to be interested in Nisha Jitai's tricks to suppress Liu Qi, but he focused on the storyteller's daughter who was holding a pipa and helping to pack things.
At the age of sixteen or seventeen, she has a "tall" height and a slender waist that should be developed well. Even some bloated cotton clothes can't cover up her perfect body. Especially the flawless face with a hint of baby fat, which made Shumulu Zhesha feel very restless.
