Fish swimming around the world

At night, the empress took a stack of manuscripts and read them by lamplight. Zhao Er was very sensible. He not only dictated the manuscripts every day, but also recorded them and compiled them into a book to present to the empress. Tonight, the national teacher Xu Fu and the old general Meng Ao were also present.

"The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away all heroes..."

Xu Fu stroked his beard and exclaimed: "This young man must be the fisherman on the Canglan River. Could it be that when he wrote this poem, he had already planned to write a book?"

Meng Ao also praised: "That day, I just got inspired by chance, but I didn't expect to force out a rare book for the ages. This boy is only sixteen or seventeen years old, but he can actually write such a magnificent book. It is really incredible."

Xu Fu said: "After reading it today, I feel that this book is bright and fluent, and it is appreciated by both the elite and the masses. It is full of twists and turns, and it is really swaying and colorful. The structure is magnificent, and the intricate events and characters are organized completely and tightly, and the narration is proper and orderly. They are interconnected, closely linked, and advanced layer by layer. I can't stop reading. "

Meng Ao smiled and said, "What the national teacher said is true. Those strategies and battles are amazing. Since that day, I have lost my appetite. I have been thinking about how to advance the plot all day long, hoping that noon will come quickly. Unfortunately, the boy is lazy and only talks for half an hour every day, which whets my appetite. "

Xu Fu said, "The old general once said that the boy just had an idea that day. Maybe he didn't have a complete manuscript, but he needed to create every day, so he did this."

Meng Ao said, "Or as the national teacher said, or maybe this cunning boy did it on purpose."

Xu Fu said, "I really I want to go and listen, how about we go together tomorrow?"

Meng Ao clapped his hands: "Great! Listening to a story in class is a different kind of fun, you'll know if you try it, Master."

Xu Fu said: "It is a great blessing in life to be able to listen to the storytelling of a fisherman on the Canglan River. This kid wrote three poems in a row in Paradise City, all of which are rare masterpieces in a hundred years. I recited them over and over again and couldn't put them down. I didn't expect that the famous Northern Ci Saint would come to my Yangdu City and work as a waiter in a restaurant. It's really a strange thing."

Meng Ao laughed loudly: "I like that kid, he can be a fisherman, a waiter, write poems, and tell stories. He can be high or low, elegant or vulgar. If not, how could he write the Three Kingdoms so well? Both refined and popular people can enjoy it. "

Xu Fu praised: "What the old commander said is very true. Extraordinary people do extraordinary things. I want to meet this person more and more."

The empress said while reading the manuscript: "Have you seen him?"

Xu Fu was stunned: "See? When?"

The empress said: "You will know tomorrow."

After that, she slowly put down the manuscript, her eyes flashed, and suddenly said: "Send an order, order the court civil and military officials to gather in Penglai Pavilion tomorrow. I want to listen to this battle of Red Cliffs with all the officials!"

When the two left, the empress continued to pick up the manuscript and read it again from the beginning, then put it down and stood up and said: "Let's go, Fanrenju."

Fanrenju, this is the name Jiang Fan gave to the newly bought house.

At this time, the eldest son Jiang and Gu Beiyan were having a barbecue in the backyard.

The ingredients are rich, and all kinds of exquisite ingredients from mountains and seas are available. There is no other reason, the young master Jiang made money.

Now he is no longer a waiter, but a storyteller. They also reached an agreement with the restaurant, each making their own money, the restaurant still making money from the food and wine, and all the storytelling rewards belonged to Jiang Fan. And Mr. Jiang could earn hundreds of taels of silver by telling a story at noon every day, so Gu Beiyan had to go there and work as a servant to collect money. Every day, the two of them carried a large bag of silver and money back. Thinking about the tight life they had lived in the past few days, they felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction in their hearts.

Of course, when she went there for the first time, Gu Beiyan was stunned. She saw hundreds of people in the restaurant shouting Jiang Xiaolang's nickname - Jiang Yulang. And as long as Jiang Fan hit the wake-up stick, there was silence in an instant, and only his ups and downs could be heard in the whole hall.

At first, Gu Beiyan felt it was incredible, until she listened to a story in person that day, she understood why these people were so crazy, even she couldn't stop, and even chased Jiang Fan to spoil a story at dinner in the evening, and was barely satisfied.

Gu Beiyan, who regarded herself as a dead man, was always cold, but at this moment, she was wearing a string with a smile on her lips that she didn't even know about.

"Hurry up, hurry up, the charcoal is ready..." Jiang Fan urged, waving his fan.

"You roast it first, and eat it while you do it." Gu Beiyan said while working swiftly.

"Hey? No, you can't cook the ribs like this, you need two bamboo sticks, side by side, right, so that they won't shake..."

"Is there enough honey? How about adding some more..."

The two busy people didn't even notice that the empress, wearing a veil and a cloak, walked into the courtyard at some point and was quietly watching them at the gate.

Jiang Fan was humming an unknown tune while grilling skewers. Gu Beiyan said while working, "Sir, can you tell me another story?"

Jiang Fan said, "No, I can't tell you any more. You've already heard more stories. Don't be greedy."

Gu Beiyan said, "How should the Battle of Red Cliffs be fought? The alliance between Sun and Liu is no match for Cao, who has 800,000 soldiers."

Jiang Fan smiled and said, "Don't be misled by the book. Cao is just a name for the enemy. In fact, in my opinion, Cao Cao is a great hero in the world."

"Great hero in the world?" Gu Beiyan was stunned, "But he used the emperor to control the princes. He is clearly a traitor who stole the Han Dynasty."

Jiang Fan did not comment, but just let her listen to the book slowly. Gu Beiyan thought for a moment: "The current King of Wei is also considered a great hero in the world. He also has the surname Cao. Could it be that the young master is referring to the King of Wei?"

Jiang Fan said: "Don't make random guesses. Just listen to the book. This is just a story. If something in the story is true, it is true. If it is not true, it is not true. Just listen to it as a pastime."

It was so confusing that Gu Beiyan couldn't get around it for a while.

But a voice suddenly came: "What a good story, it is yes or no, it is also no, it is no or yes."

Gu Beiyan was startled, this voice was very familiar to her, she quickly put down the work in her hands and knelt down: "The humble daughter Gu Beiyan respectfully welcomes your majesty."

Jiang Fan was also stunned, raised his head and looked at the empress who was walking slowly in a cloak. Then he smiled: "You have a good nose, it's the first time you grill skewers today."

The empress walked closer, waved her hand to let Gu Beiyan stand up, sat down unceremoniously and said: "I am also interested, is it or not?"

"No." Jiang Fan said very straightforwardly.

The empress said calmly: "If you say no, then it's no, yes and no?"

Jiang Fan said: "Look, you asked no even though you knew it."

The empress looked at him: "You're doing pretty well."

Jiang Fan made a "V" gesture: "I'll return the money to you at the end of the month."

The empress said: "No need, just consider it as my food allowance, your cooking is really unparalleled in the world."

This means she will come to eat often, and she can't refuse, so come if she wants, anyway, five hundred taels is enough for her to eat. It's not surprising, think about the bland food in the palace, it really needs to be improved occasionally.

Flipping the skewers in his hand, Jiang Fan sprinkled some spices and salt on them and took them to the table: "Come on, try it, the world's delicacies are nothing more than this."