Man Bao thought about it carefully and reluctantly took out a silver ingot and gave it to him.

Bai Shan took the money and said to her generously: "Don't worry, I'll take care of the rest."

The next day was eighteen, which was their last day of vacation. Bai Shan did not go to Su's house with Man Bao. Instead, he took two ingots of silver and took Bai Erlang out. He first found a place to exchange the silver into copper plates.

He directly exchanged half a basket of copper coins, and then asked Daji to carry the bamboo basket to find the young man who walked the streets and read poems for him on the Mid-Autumn Festival.

When the three teenagers met, Bai Shan asked him to find a secluded place, then he took out a bunch of copper coins from the bamboo basket, squatted on the ground and waved to him.

The young master squatted opposite him, stared at the copper coins in his hand for a long time, and then turned to look at the copper coins in the bamboo basket beside him.

Bai Shanxiao asked, "Do you want it?"

The young man swallowed and nodded.

Bai Shandao: "There are a total of twenty-one copper coins here. The silver in your capital is a little more expensive than I thought."

The young man said: "It's not that silver is expensive, it's that copper coins are cheap."

Bai Shan nodded, put one hand on the bamboo basket, knocked it, and said, "I want you to do something for me."

The young man said: "I know, let me help you become famous. We all know your poem by heart. We don't need so much money. We only need five ounces of money. Not only this place, I can also let my people sing the poem to the outer city."

, and even went to the city gate to sing, so that everyone who came in and out could hear it. Who in the capital would not recognize the young master?"

Bai Erlang was stunned. Not to mention Bai Erlang, even Bai Shan was shocked. He asked: "How does fame come from?"

"There are two types. Those who are rich like the young master can come here. There are also people who are very talented. The poems they make are just like those made by the gods in the sky. Even we who are illiterate feel special when we sing them.

Okay, then there is no need for money. We sing it everywhere, and if we meet any interested husbands, we can get some rewards by singing it to them again."

Bai Shan:...So he is the one who wins with money?

He was slightly unhappy.

The young man seemed to have noticed something, and immediately added: "But Mr. Bai is not only rich, but also talented. You can write such a good poem at such a young age, and you will definitely have a bright future in the future."

After saying that, he smiled happily at Bai Shan.

Bai Shan looked at him for a while and then said, "I'm not looking for you to pass on my poems."

The young man immediately looked at Bai Erlang who was squatting beside him and asked: "Is that the message for this young master?"

"No," Bai Shan stood up, rubbed his legs and asked, "You don't have a place to sit here? I'm so tired from squatting."

"Yes, yes, young master, wait." After saying that, the young man called out, "Xiao Wu, bring some rocks."

Several older children immediately brought four stones over, which were not big but enough for them to sit on.

Bai Shan didn't mind it either, so he found a stone and sat down.

The young man sat opposite him, while Bai Erlang sat next to Bai Shan.

Daji looked around, carried the stone to the far side and sat down, not participating in the conversation of the three teenagers.

Bai Shan asked: "I still don't know what your name is."

"The small one is called Dashan."

"Dashan? What a name!"

Bai Erlang looked at Bai Shan and didn't understand what was so good about this name.

But Dashan was very happy and said happily: "My grandfather gave it to me. He said that with this name I can be as strong as a mountain."

Bai Shan and Bai Erlang looked at Dashan, who had thin arms and legs, and even a thin head and neck, and expressed doubts.

However, Bai Shan didn't show much of it. He coughed lightly and said, "Let me tell you a story. Do you know Duke Pi Guogong in the capital?"

Dashan nodded blankly, hesitated for a while and said: "Young Master, if this is a rumor, we will not spread it."

"It's not a rumor."

Dashan held it in for a while and then whispered: "Even if it's true, we don't dare to tell it. If the officials investigate, we won't be able to survive."

Bai Shandao: "...I didn't ask you to pass it on to their family, it was my senior sister who asked you to pass it on."

He vividly and truthfully described the story of how Duke Pi's son fell off a horse and was seriously injured, and how Man Bao saved his life through abdominal surgery and blood transfusion. Not only Dashan, but also Bai Erlang, who had heard it for the second time, was stunned.

After all, Bai Shan and the others didn't go into so much detail last time, they just briefly talked about the process, and the most important thing was the result.

When I listened to it again, I realized that there were so many things going on in the middle.

Bai Shan talked too much at once, and he and Daji asked to come to the bamboo tube to drink water, and then he continued: "This is the story I want you to pass on."

The young man finally came to his senses. Why did he say, "This story is too long. It can be told by a storyteller."

Bai Shan thought for a while and then said: "I don't want you to tell the truth. For example, if you tell someone that the young master's internal organs are ruptured and bleeding, Dr. Zhou opened his stomach and sewed up the internal organs; then

You can tell another person that the young man lost too much blood and could not be saved, so Dr. Zhou gave him a blood transfusion and saved the life..."

Bai Shandao: "Only when people ask carefully can you tell them so many things in this matter."

He said: "Didn't you say that if you sing well you will be rewarded? Then if you tell stories well, you should also be rewarded, right?"

Dashan's eyes lit up and his gaze drifted to the bamboo basket aside.

Bai Shan said very generously: "Just as you just said, not only in this village, the inner city, the outer city, and the city gate, you have to ask people to pass it around. This basket of copper coins is yours."

Dashan thought for a while and nodded, "Okay."

Then he reached out to pick up the bamboo basket. Bai Shan held it down, stuffed the hanging copper coin into his hand and said, "This is the deposit. I will pay the rest after I see the effect."

Dashan was stunned, "Young Master, you still don't believe me?"

Bai Shan smiled and shook his head and said: "It's not that I don't believe you, you also said that before you only passed one poem, but now you have to pass such a long story, you have to adapt. This shilling is for you.

Tried."

Dashan was silent for a while, then hugged the money in his arms, and bowed to Bai Shan: "Don't worry, Mr. Bai, we will definitely not disappoint you."

Bai Shan nodded with satisfaction, stood up and said, "We live in Changqing Lane. You can find us by asking there. Isn't it difficult for you?"

"It's not difficult."

Bai Shan asked again: "Have you written down the story just now?"

"I wrote it all down."

Although the story was very long, Dashan felt that it was easier than memorizing a poem. He would remember a poem and forget it after a day or two. But the story just now, he felt.

I'm afraid I will never forget it in this life.

He was very curious, "Little Master Bai, is this story really true?"

"Of course." Bai Shan coughed lightly, raised his neck and said, "If you don't believe it, you can go to Jishi Hall and ask about her. She is the doctor in Jishi Hall, her name is Zhou Man."

Dashan swallowed his saliva and asked, "Can you survive if your stomach is cut open?"

Bai Shan glanced at him and didn't answer. Dashan understood and felt that passing on this was much more interesting than passing on poetry.
Chapter completed!