Happy Little Scholar

"That "Ying Ning", you haven't finished yet. Tianlai Novel" After sparking with Xiaohuan's eyes, the girl turned her head and looked at Li Yi and said.

She had just told Grandpa Sun the complete version of the "Painted Skin" story. After listening to "Ying Ning", Grandpa Sun had another story that others didn't know, which could attract many customers.

Grandpa Sun only told the first half of "Painted Skin" twice, and the number of customers in the brothel today was several times that of the past. Although most of them came to listen to the "Painted Skin", they would also give some money when they were in a good mood after seeing singing and dancing, variety shows, etc. They didn't receive as much reward as Grandpa Sun, but they were all in the same brothel and were also affected by some positive influences.

If she could receive so much reward every day, after a while, she would be able to afford the hairpin that she had been thinking about for a long time.

"Next time, when you want to listen next time, just climb over the wall again." Li Yi drank tea while watching the singing and dancing on the stage.

In this kind of occasion and atmosphere, people should actually crack melon seeds. Watermelons exist 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 climbing the wall, she could only endure it for the sake of the new story.

After a song and dance ended, the women took away the reward money on the stage, and Li Yi saw the old storyteller walk onto the stage again.

At this time, the atmosphere in the brothel suddenly became lively.

"Hurry up, hurry up!"

"Stop talking nonsense, just talk about "Painted Skin" directly."

"If you use "next time analysis" to fool me again this time, don't blame me for being rude!"

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Seeing everyone urging him, even Li Yi's expression on his 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, and the voices of the crowd stopped immediately. Several men who were still chatting without knowing why were immediately stopped.

The atmosphere in the brothel suddenly became quiet.

From noisy to quiet, it only took one or two breaths.

Lao Fang was still regretting that the young girl on the stage was replaced by an old man. He was startled by the sudden silence and subconsciously asked, "What's wrong?"

Swish!

Dozens of people turned their heads at the same time, and this corner suddenly became the focus of everyone's attention.

The old man had already started to talk while Lao Fang looked innocent.

Considering that there were new guests, the old man started from the beginning. The guests who had already heard the story did not show any impatience on their faces, while the expressions on the faces of those who heard it for the first time changed from doubt to concentration, and then began to turn pale.

Xiao Huan had already heard "Painted Skin". Although this old man was more terrifying than the son-in-law when he was talking, she had developed immunity and would not run away in fear.

"This old man is quite good at scaring people." Lao Fang said in a low voice while listening.

With his temperament, he would not be scared by the old man. If there was really a ghost who dared to scare him like this, he would probably be beaten to death again.

Having memorized the complete story, the old man did not stop at the place where he was interrupted last time, but continued to tell the story.

Those who had been fooled by him twice immediately put their minds at ease. This time, they could finally listen to the next story, and threw a lot of money on him...

The stage was raining copper coins, and the wrinkles on the old man's face blossomed, and he told the story more attentively.

Seeing those people throwing money vigorously, Li Yi's expression was stunned again.

It's just telling a ghost story, but it's so profitable?

It seems that in another world, when Pu Songling wrote "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio", he was still poor, but here, when a storyteller told it, it had such an outstanding effect?

In this way, I only exchanged a few pieces of osmanthus cakes for an article "Painted Skin", which was a bit of a loss.

He turned to look at the girl named Xiaozhu. I didn't expect that she was so smart at such a young age.

Feeling Li Yi's gaze towards her, the girl secretly cried out in her heart that it was bad. After seeing what happened today, if she wanted to hear any stories from him in the future, it would not be as simple as stealing a few pieces of osmanthus cake from Sister Ruoqing.

The story of "Yingning" was only half told.

If I had known earlier, I would not have asked Grandpa Sun to tell stories at this time...

Looking at the expression on his face, I am afraid he also regretted telling that story. Such a story can be sold at a high price in Wa City.

Li Yi did not regret it. The reward money that the old man received was not as much as the profit from selling a bottle of Ruyi Lu. He just became curious about the entertainment methods of this world.

These people watch the shows in the brothel, and they will give rewards when they are happy. These rewards are the main source of income for ordinary actors and storytellers. The rewards are not much, and they can only support their lives.

Compared to later stars, who can easily earn hundreds of millions of yuan for a movie, a TV series, or a commercial performance, the lives of these predecessors are too miserable.

In any era, the entertainment industry should be a relatively easy industry 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 entered winter, mosquitoes were almost frozen to death. Young ladies no longer needed it to repel mosquitoes. In cold weather, students and scholars were not prone to dozing off. Ruyi Lu's business gradually cooled down, and sometimes only a few bottles were sold a day.

As for strong liquor, although it has always been in short supply, this thing wastes too much food and cannot be brewed without restrictions. Most people in Jingguo are still hovering on the poverty line and can't even eat enough. Even the Ning Wang Mansion cannot waste food without scruples. If it is targeted by the censors, I'm afraid even the Ning Wang will have a headache.

Therefore, several brewing workshops have been closed recently, Ruyi Lu is produced in small quantities, and strong liquor is supplied in limited quantities. Naturally, the silver received every day is greatly reduced.

Of course, he has saved a lot these days, so he will not lack money to spend, but things like buying a house in the capital city can only be postponed.

As for soaps and perfumes that are only for personal use and have not been 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 only had this thought. The most important thing at the moment was to heal his wounds first.

He focused his attention on the old man again. What he said was slightly different from what he told the little girl. He might have made some small changes to cater to the audience.

It must be said that this old man was indeed professional. Even though Li Yi already knew the whole story, he still felt a little chilled when he heard him tell it.

This time, the old man did not play tricks again and told the story honestly.

The audience applauded, and the reward money was naturally indispensable. When the old man retreated, it took a lot of time to clean up the reward money on the ground.

Li Yi was here purely to kill time. Xiao Huan and Lao Fang accompanied him. The girl opposite stayed for a while and left. When Li Yi turned his head at a certain moment, he saw the old man who had just told the story coming over, and the girl followed him.

"I have to thank you for today's matter, young master. These rewards should belong to you." The old man put a small cloth bag on the table and said with a smile.

"What do you mean?" Li Yi looked at him in confusion.

"If it weren't for the story of "Painted Skin" that you told, I wouldn't have received so much reward money. Please don't refuse this money." The old man explained.

He told the story of "Painted Skin" without Li Yi's consent in advance. Although Xiaozhu exchanged it for a few pieces of hanging flower cakes, he could only continue to tell the story with confidence if Li Yi accepted the money.

"Yes, you should accept it, sir." The girl also said on the side.

"In that case, I will be disrespectful to refuse it." Li Yi nodded and took the bag, which was full of copper coins and heavy.

Seeing Li Yi accept it, the old man was relieved. After hesitating for a while, he said, "I have another unwelcome request..."