"You haven't finished talking about "Ying Ning" yet." After sparks sparked with Xiaohuan's gaze, the girl turned her head again, looked at Li Yi and said.
Just now she had told Grandpa Sun the complete story of "Painted Skin". After listening to "Ying Ning", Grandpa Sun had another story that no one else knew, which could attract many guests.
Grandpa Sun only talked about the first half of "Painted Skin" twice. Today, the number of guests in the Goulan is several times that of before. Well, they will also be rewarded with some money. They are not as rewarded as grandpa grandpa, but they are all in the same hook, and they have also received some benign influences.
If she can receive so much money every day, after a while, she will be able to afford the hairpin that she has been thinking about for a long time.
"Next time, when you want to hear it next time, just climb the wall." Li Yi watched the singing and dancing on stage while drinking tea.
This kind of occasion and atmosphere should actually eat melon seeds. There are watermelons in this world, but I don’t know if they have the habit of eating melon seeds.
The girl showed disappointment on her face. Although she didn't like to climb the wall, she could only endure it for the sake of the new story.
After the song and dance ended, and the women took away the reward money from the stage, Li Yi saw the old storyteller walking on the stage again.
At this time, the atmosphere in the Goulan suddenly became lively.
"Hurry up, hurry up!"
"Stop talking nonsense, just talk about "Painted Skin"."
"If you use 'next time decomposition' to fool me this time, don't blame me for being rude!"
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Seeing everyone urging, even Li Yi's face was slightly stunned.
Painted skin is so popular in this world
At this moment, the old man stretched out his hand and pressed down, everyone's voices stopped immediately, and the few men who were still chatting because they didn't know it were stopped immediately.
The atmosphere in the fence suddenly became quiet.
From noisy to silent, it's just a breath or two.
Lao Fang was still regretting that the young girl on the stage had been replaced by an elderly man, startled by the sudden silence, and subconsciously asked, "What's wrong?"
brush!
Dozens of people turned their heads at the same time, and the corner here suddenly became the focus of everyone's attention.
Amidst Lao Fang's innocent face, the old man had already started talking.
Considering that there are new guests, the old man started from the beginning. The faces of the guests who have already heard it did not show any impatience. whitish.
Xiaohuan has already heard "Painted Skin". Although the old man is scarier than the young man when he talks about it, she has already developed immunity and will not run away in fright.
"This old man is quite good at scaring people." Old Fang whispered while listening.
With his temperament, he would not be frightened by the old man. If there was a ghost who dared to frighten him like this, he would probably beat him to death again.
Having memorized the complete story, the old man did not stop at the point where he left off last time, but continued.
Those who had been fooled by him twice immediately felt relieved, this time they could finally hear the next story, and threw a lot of bounty money on it...
There was a rain of copper coins on the stage, the wrinkles on the old man's face bloomed, and he became more attentive in telling stories.
Seeing those people throwing bounties vigorously, Li Yi's expression was once again astonished.
It's just telling a ghost story, but it's so profitable
It seems that in another world, Pu Songling was still impoverished when he wrote "Liao Zhai", but here is such a remarkable effect when he is told by a storyteller
From this point of view, I only exchanged a few pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes for an article of "Painted Skin", which is a bit of a disadvantage.
He turned his head to look at the girl named Xiaozhu, he didn't expect her to be so shrewd at such a young age.
Sensing Li Yi's gaze on her, the girl said in her heart that it was terrible. After seeing this scene today, if she wanted to hear any more stories from him in the future, she would not steal some osmanthus cakes from Sister Ruoqing. Simple matter now.
The story of "Ying Ning" is only half told.
If I had known earlier, I would not have grandpa grandpa telling stories at this time...
Judging by the expression on his face, I'm afraid he also regrets telling that story. Such a story can be sold at a high price in Washi.
Li Yi didn't regret it. The reward the old man got was not as much as the profit from selling a bottle of Ruyilu. He just became curious about the entertainment methods in this world.
These people watch programs in the hook bar, and when they are happy, they will give rewards. These rewards are the main source of income for ordinary actors and storytellers. The rewards are not much, and they can only support them.
Compared with the stars of the later generations, participating in a movie, an episode of a TV series, or attending a commercial show, which cost tens of millions of rewards, these predecessors are too miserable to look at.
In any era, the entertainment industry should be relatively easy to make money, and the entertainment industry in this world obviously still has a lot of room for development.
In layman's terms, there is still a lot of room for making money.
As the weather gradually enters winter, the mosquitoes are almost frozen to death. The young ladies no longer need it to repel mosquitoes. In the cold weather, students and literati are not easy to doze off, and the business of Ruyilu has gradually cooled down. , Sometimes I can't sell a few bottles a day.
As for spirits, although the supply has always been in short supply, this stuff is too wasteful of food and cannot be brewed without restrictions. You can't waste food without scruples. If you are targeted by the censors, I'm afraid even King Ning will have a headache.
As a result, several winemaking workshops have been closed recently, Ruyilu is produced in a small amount, and the supply of spirits is limited, and the daily money received is naturally greatly reduced.
Of course, he has a lot of savings these days, so he won't be short of money to spend, but things like buying a house in Fucheng can only be held back later.
As for the soaps and perfumes that are only for personal use but not launched, they are not suitable for manufacturing in this season. It is necessary to think of new ways to make money.
At this moment, he just had such a thought. The most important thing right now is to heal the injury first.
He turned his attention to the old man again. What he said was slightly different from what he told the little girl, and he might have made small changes to cater to the audience.
It has to be said that this old man is indeed a professional. Even if Li Yi already knew the complete story, listening to him tell it, he still felt a little chilled.
This time, the old man didn't play tricks anymore, and finished telling the story honestly.
Everyone in the audience clapped their hands and applauded, and the bounty was naturally indispensable. When the old man retreated, it took a lot of time to clean up the bounty on the ground.
Li Yi was here purely to pass the time, Xiaohuan and Lao Fang accompanied him, the girl on the opposite side stayed for a while and left, when Li Yi turned his head for a moment, he saw the old storyteller coming over, then The girl followed behind him.
"For today's matter, I would like to thank you, Young Master. One of these rewards should belong to Young Master." The old man put a small cloth bag on the table and said with a smile on his face.
"What do you mean?" Li Yi looked at him suspiciously.
"If it weren't for the "Painted Skin" that the young master talked about, the little old man would not have received such a large amount of money. Please don't refuse the money." The old man explained.
He told the story of "Painted Skin" without Li Yi's prior consent. Although Xiao Zhu exchanged a few pieces of hanging flower cakes, only when Li Yi accepted the money could he continue to tell the story with confidence.
"Yes, young master, you can accept it." The girl also said beside her.
"In that case, then I'll be disrespectful." Li Yi nodded, and brought the bag, which was full of copper coins, heavy.
Seeing that Li Yi accepted it, the old man felt relieved, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Little old man, I have a merciless request..."