News spread in Tokyo that the Liao Dynasty envoy would leave the country for funerals on the first day of the Lunar New Year. Bianliang people who loved gossip would never let go of such an opportunity. The restaurants and tea shops were full of people talking about heaven and earth.

No matter ancient or modern, gossip is a good thing to pass the time. The more absurd and bizarre the topic is, the more attractive it is. The once popular Zhuangyuanlou has become more and more civilian under Cai Ji's indulgence.

The shopkeeper of Zhang Yuanlou has grasped the characteristics of the market. The high-end belongs to Cai Ji, and his Zhuangyuanlou is the most suitable for the people-friendly route. Therefore, Zhuangyuanlou has become the largest foot shop in Tokyo. The smart shopkeeper even changed the official brand of the home-brewed water.

It was sold and a large amount of funds for repairs were obtained.

Undoubtedly, his move was a mistake. The genuine brand sold at a high price became unpopular after the appearance of the winery, which also made the shopkeeper Fan Lou on East Cross Street cry. He was the one who bought the brand...

The first floor of the Zhuangyuan Building has turned into a huge entertainment venue. There are many performances on the middle stage. The scripts are adapted into songs and dances, acrobatics, and acrobatic performances that can attract the people of Tokyo.

Sometimes the sound is so grand that it can even rival the feeling of an elephant shed.

The shopkeeper simply removed the wooden walls and thickened the pillars in the store so that everyone passing by could see the performance on the central high platform.

There are free performances to watch, and you can buy some of your favorite snacks. Of course, ordinary people in Tokyo flock to them.

I don’t know who brought it to the boss’s attention that the food in Zhuangyuanlou is quite cheap. Such high-quality and low-price food is rare in Tokyo. Even compared to the food from small merchants and hawkers, it is not expensive at all, so this price

The low-volume, high-volume model has successfully broken the market's profit distribution.

Zhuangyuanlou has taken a huge share of Tokyo City’s catering business...

A storyteller stood in a corner and cleared his throat. The guests around him glanced at him and turned away to watch the show. Who has time to listen to a dry old man's story?

Seeing that no one was taking care of him, the old man cracked his mouth and smiled silently. As soon as he woke up, he started talking to himself: "Now our country, the Song Dynasty, is prosperous. You have all seen it. Outside the city

Our factories have fed so many people, and there is a large amount of food on Jinghu South Road. Our Song Dynasty can be said to be prosperous..."

The young man on the side tightened his cotton-padded clothes and shouted dissatisfied: "Old man! If you want to write a book, we won't stop you. Maybe you can't tell us things that we don't know. Even if you give your information to me for free, no one will know."

want!"

His words aroused the agreement of many people: "That's right! There are no storytellers nowadays who don't have some useful information. For example, the talkative people on East Street and the unforgiving people on South Street all have information. You are here

Who will listen to you when you speak plainly?"

The storyteller smiled slightly: "Guardians, please don't be impatient or panic, I just started talking! It is said that the Taizu of this dynasty was the reincarnation of the fire dragon, so he was able to kill the demons and unite the Kyushu. It's a pity that the great cause has not been accomplished and the Kyushu has not been unified.

He died young, so there is a reason for this!"

The dissatisfied people around him immediately became silent. This old man was a bit interesting. Everyone knew about Taizu, but it was much more interesting to hear it from his mouth. The Song Dynasty was not punished for his words, and he praised Taizu.

Yes, naturally no one will say anything.

The old man suddenly became interested when he saw everyone focusing on him, bang!

He patted Xingmu and continued: "Since Taizu is the reincarnation of the fire dragon in the sky, then who is the star of the current Saint?!"

Following the storyteller's guidance, everyone couldn't help but curiously asked: "Who?!"

The old storyteller did not speak but showed a mysterious smile. Someone in the crowd said cautiously: "Could it be that he is a barefoot immortal?!"

The old man shouted loudly: "Yes!"

He once again drew everyone's attention back to himself: "The current Holy One is not the reincarnation of the Barefoot Immortal. Someone in the palace used to say that His Majesty liked to walk barefoot when he was young. Think about it, since His Majesty ascended the throne, although disasters have befallen him,

, but that one was not a near miss? The drought and locust plague in the first year of Tiansheng, and the snow disaster in the fifth year of Tiansheng. Which time did more than a hundred people die? This is God's favor!"

The young scholar on the side snorted and said: "This is an official sage who sympathizes with the suffering of the victims. I heard that Xuexian Liu lent all the food of the Cao family in Zhending Mansion. This is your majesty's kindness and kindness."

What does God’s blessing have to do with it?”

The young scribe's words left the old storyteller speechless, and finally he choked: "Then tell me why the Emperor of Liao died suddenly this year? Isn't this God's blessing for the officials?"

The literati laughed loudly: "Birth, old age, sickness and death are natural laws of the human world, just like flowers blooming and falling, and the change of seasons is normal. Is it possible that some people will live forever?"

"But what if not only the Emperor of Liao died? As far as I know, Li Deming, the king of Xiping of the Dangxiang Dingjun Army, also passed away some time ago!"

Wow... There was an explosion in the Zhuangyuan Building. Li Deming died? Li Deming, the King of Xiping, died!

How can this be?!

The young scribe was shocked and shouted: "Although Dang Xiang is not in the country, he is still a powerful party. You can't just talk about it!"

The storyteller was slightly proud when he saw the faces of everyone. He touched three strands of his long beard and said, "This is absolutely true news. King Li Deming of Xiping died in Xingzhou half a month ago!"

The young scribe suddenly grabbed the storyteller by the collar and asked, "Why is there no news at all in the court?" After the scholar finished speaking, he let go and shook his head slightly: "I forgot, you are a storyteller who talks nonsense..."

The elderly storyteller slowly regained his composure and said with a sneer: "Even if you don't believe it, I have no reason to tell you the source..."

The young man smiled and said, "If your news is false, of course you won't tell us the source. Otherwise, wouldn't you be slapping yourself in the face?"

"Boy, this is what you said. What if what I said is true?"

"Hundred Guan is offered!"

"good!"

The storyteller immediately said loudly: "You readers have heard this. This is not the old man who deceived him, but what he said himself! Please be a witness!"

After the old man finished speaking, a greedy look flashed in his eyes. The young man in front of him looked like he had invested in a wealthy family. A hundred dollars was not a small amount, it was enough to make him study hard for two years.

He took out the white paper Zhang Xuan held in his arms and shook it: "What do you see on it?"

The young man took it and looked at it and was shocked. It was clearly written on the white paper: "The king passed away and Xingzhou will not be mourned secretly. The young master succeeded to the throne and returned to the party as soon as possible to assist the king!" This did not shock him!

The reason, what shocked him the most was that the seal below was actually the seal of King Xiping!

Yan Shu almost roared to call for the police, took out the bag of silver fish from his body and said: "I, the Minister of Political Affairs, Zuo Cheng Yan Shu, must take down this liar who talks nonsense. How can we in the Song Dynasty have such a person who deceives the public with his monstrous words?

!”

Yan Shu? Yan Xianggong?!

At this time, the storyteller's face was pale. He did not expect that the young man in front of him was actually Yan Shu, the youngest political advisor in the Song Dynasty and deputy prime minister.

Just as he was about to speak, his hand was pinched by Yan Shu, and a voice as soft as a mosquito rang out: "If you want to die, I won't stop you, but if you want to live, you have to listen to me!"

The storyteller's pupils immediately shrank, and he said in a trembling voice: "Young man, I will listen to Mr. Yan in everything!"

…………

Knowing that it was Xianggong Yan who was arresting the police, why would he still hesitate? He quickly put the storyteller in shackles, and the storyteller shouted for mercy: "Xianggong Yan, please spare your life, I just talked nonsense, and the words on the paper were written by the old man casually.

The old man is wrong!"

Now the onlookers laughed and said: "You are an old killer, you are not good at showing off and cheating. You have to tell some strange stories in this No. 1 scholar building to attract attention. Now you have bumped into Mr. Yan, and you will not be sent to the prison of the Criminal Division."

It’s nice to sit down!”

News of the storyteller's deceit spread quickly, and he himself became a joke among people after dinner. However, the atmosphere in the party post was solemn. Yelu Renrong stared blankly at the urgent book in his hand and murmured to himself:
Chapter completed!