Please don't force me to be a god.

Walking down a street, Zhang Tian encountered many "simple folk customs".

Many snack stall owners enthusiastically invited Zhang Tian to try their snacks for free.

If Zhang Tian didn't want them, they would stuff them into his hands desperately.

After walking down half of the street, he had a lot of candied haws, grilled skewers, etc. in his hands.

Some soup noodle vendors saw that Zhang Tian refused to sit down and couldn't stuff other snacks into his hands. They looked at Zhang Tian with a sad face and sighed repeatedly.

Zhang Tian was ashamed and thought, isn't this too enthusiastic?

Why are you sighing when you can't give away free things? As if you're losing money?

Could it be that the method of inviting people to taste for free in snack streets in later generations was passed down from ancient times? But people in later generations were not so enthusiastic.

Zhang Tian was too full, so he followed the crowd and walked around to digest his food.

Suddenly, he heard a shout of "good" coming from above his head.

Looking up, it turned out to be a "Yue Lai" restaurant.

For some reason, the second floor was very lively, and many people cheered and cheered.

How could there be no fun?

Zhang Tian walked in naturally and went up to the second floor.

When he went upstairs, he saw that the second floor was very spacious, and many diners were gathered around a storytelling table in front.

A familiar voice came from inside: "That day, the immortal wanted to teach us the method of borrowing life, and suddenly the wind and clouds changed, dark clouds covered the sky, and with a click, lightning struck the immortal as if it was free..."

"Wow..." Everyone exclaimed, as if they had seen it with their own eyes.

It turned out that Xu Wen was telling a story, and his saliva was flying.

There was a table in front of him, but there was no gavel or anything, but a living person lying on it.

Xu Wen told a story and used the living person in front of him to demonstrate a rescue method in detail, combining the story with medical skills.

Zhang Tian nodded repeatedly.

Although this guy's mind is full of ghosts and gods, his teaching method is quite novel. In the future, he would definitely be a famous teacher on the Internet.

"Sir, are you also here to listen to Master Xu's lecture on immortality?"

Seeing Zhang Tian coming up, a waiter came over to greet him enthusiastically.

"Well, this Master Xu comes here every day to teach... that immortal method?"

"That's right, my boss has agreed with Master Xu that he comes here every day to teach, and he will get 30% of the tea money he earns."

"Your boss is quite business-minded."

"Thank you for the compliment, Master. Our Yuelai Teahouse charges a low fee, and the main purpose is to spread the immortal method and save the people. Master, there is a good seat here, why don't you sit down and listen slowly."

"Okay."

"What do you need, Master?"

"I forgot to bring money when I went out today, so I just sat down and watched."

"This..., okay, Master, please sit down."

The waiter was upset when he saw Zhang Tian didn't order wine or food, but he couldn't turn hostile and drive him away immediately, so he had to leave in a huff.

After Xu Wen finished talking about the resurrection technique, he drank a sip of tea and began to tell other stories.

"A few days ago, General Guo received news that General Nianhan of Tianjin State led an army of 100,000 to attack the grasslands in the south."

"General Guo observed the sky at night and calculated the good and bad luck of this battle. The result was: God will help him, great luck."

"So, he led 5,000 soldiers and horses out of the city to fight against the vanguard of the Hu people, ready to give the Hu people a head start."

"Who would have thought that there would be a sudden rumbling sound in the sky, and a huge monster, with heavenly fire, smashed into the Hu army, and blood and flesh splattered, and countless people were killed and injured..."

Zhang Tian listened with relish. It was obviously something he had experienced personally, but after Xu Wen added fuel to the fire and told it in a rhythmic way, the whole story became exciting.

It can be said to be ups and downs, exciting, and there is a sense of watching a movie.

No wonder many people still like to listen to storytelling even though multimedia is so developed in later generations.

If it is well told, it is no less than watching a movie.

Just as he was enjoying himself, a voice suddenly came: "Sir, we want this position. Please move to another place. This is your reward."

With a "bang", a piece of broken silver was thrown down.

Most ordinary people use copper coins. Although there are silver coins, they are rarely used and are usually hidden. It is much more convenient to store and carry than copper coins.

Those who can throw silver at will show that they are extraordinary.

Zhang Tian looked up and saw two servants dressed as servants surrounding him with disdainful expressions.

Next to him was a young man dressed as a young man, pretending to be very reserved, trying to show that he was well-educated.

However, looking at Zhang Tian's eyes, it was as if he was looking at a bumpkin.

"Not interested, take the silver away, don't disturb me listening to the book."

"Humph, you said this is listening to the book? Master Xu Wen is a disciple of the immortal. He is teaching immortal methods here. You are so bold that you dare to sayThis is a storyteller. "The young master asked righteously.

Zhang Tian was shocked: "How did he become a direct disciple? I...did the immortal say that he would accept him as a disciple?"

"Is there any need to say this? He received the teachings from the immortal himself, so he is not a direct disciple?"

Zhang Tian did not know the ancient times. In ancient times, the teaching of knowledge was very important.

Sometimes, even if you change a word or a radical in someone else's article, you will be respectfully called "one-word master" or "half-word master".

Not to mention the resurrection and borrowing of life skills in their eyes.

"Is he a direct disciple? I'll ask him later."

"Humph, I can see that you have never seen the world." The young master said, "Young Master Xu Wen was originally very proficient in ghosts and gods. I heard that during the course, he asked a taboo question involving the secrets of the yin and yang worlds, and was beaten by the immortal. ”

“I really envy Master Xu. It would be nice if I was beaten by the immortal.”

Zhang Tian looked at Master Zhang in surprise. Were the ancients all masochists who admired the immortal even when they were beaten?

“Do you have any misunderstandings about the immortal?”

The dandy young man said, “Bumpkin, what do you know? Which teacher doesn’t beat his disciples? The more he beats, the stricter he is with his disciples, and the more he can become a great man in the future.”

“Master Xu is a direct disciple. The immortal favors him, so he beats him. There are sixty students in the immortal’s class. Have you ever heard of the immortal beating others?”

“Uh…” Zhang Tian was speechless.

This logic is perfect in the ancient world!

Unlike the earth in the 21st century, teachers dare to beat students?

That would be a big deal, and it would be posted on WeChat Moments, WeChat Official Accounts, and various news. You may lose your job at any time, and you have to apologize.

“Stop talking nonsense, get up quickly. "The young master was impatient.

"I've said, you're not allowed here, go somewhere else."

"Do you know who I am? If you don't listen, I'll break your three legs and throw you out on the street."

Seeing this attitude, he was ready to use his power to overwhelm others, Zhang Tian said: "Then who are you?"

"My father is Zhang Baiwan, the head of the Zhang family in the north of the city." Young Master Zhang said proudly.

Zhang Baiwan Zhang Tian had some impression of that wealthy middle-aged fat man, who was friendly to everyone he met, but he didn't expect his son to be so dandy.

Zhang Tian said: "I asked you who you are, what do you say your father does? Is he mentally ill?"

"You..." The young master was furious.

"My Zhang family is the largest cloth and wine merchant in Xiangyang City. Eighty percent of the cloth in the entire Xiangyang City comes from my Zhang family. Even General Guo has to give my Zhang family a little face. Otherwise, hum, unless his soldiers go into battle without pants to kill the enemy. "

"Got it, go now." Zhang Tian was not interested in dealing with him anymore.

"I know all the prominent people in the city. You are not dressed properly, waving a fan in the cold weather. I don't know where you got this old hat from. How dare you not give me face in Xiangyang City?"

Zhang Tian did not object to the fact that he was not dressed properly. After all, he was from the future. Wearing ancient clothes always felt a little alienated and looked a little uncoordinated.

The young man from a wealthy family naturally saw it at a glance and thought Zhang Tian was some nouveau riche.