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Chapter 78 Liu Mazi Storytelling

When lifting the curtain of the car, Zhu Youxiao not only watched the excitement in the street market, but also paid attention to looking for another group - beggars and refugees.

The more people beg for food, or even refugees who sell children and daughters, can reflect the situation of the capital and even the country from another perspective.

There are beggars, but not many; there are refugees who sell children and daughters, Zhu Youxiao didn’t see them.

Of course, this is not a peaceful and prosperous era with peace and prosperity. There are beggars and children in the peaceful and prosperous era. But the scene of the purpose has somewhat comforted Zhu Youxiao.

Some of you deceive yourself!

But Zhu Youxiao is not the Virgin who throws money when he sees poor people, nor does he want to be a white lotus that makes him feel sad when others can't eat. He is working hard and has made many people's lives better, which is enough.

Just like he could not stop the arrival of the Little Ice Age, but he was trying his best to prevent it from becoming a disaster, at least reducing the damage caused by this catastrophe.

Zhu Youxiao laughed at himself and tapped the carriage gently. When the car stopped, he and Li Chengcheng went down to stroll along the street, and Wang Tigan followed him later.

This scene is so familiar. Wang Tigan looked at the man and woman in front of him and couldn't help but sigh.

It’s just that Chang Yuer was replaced by Li Chengcheng. I don’t know why the emperor liked that “tee shoveler”. It probably won’t take long. Li Chengcheng, like Zhang Yuer, was promoted to a concubine!

In fact, Zhu Youxiao often wonders why women of little carpenters in history will become their own women. Acquaintance and understanding each other seem to be destined to come together without having to work hard to find them.

Like Zhang Yuer and Li Chengcheng, they came to him by chance, and seemed to have an invisible attraction that was luring him.

Well, although the little carpenter has been in office for a short time, there are many women, as if there are seven or nine?

Zhu Youxiao turned around and looked at Li Chengcheng wearing a martened cloak. He had a red and white face, soft black hair, and was backed by a white fur collar, which looked very beautiful.

Li Chengcheng quickly lowered his eyebrows and avoided the emperor's gaze.

Well, I look like a young wife shopping with her husband, and she didn't even want to hold her arms or something in the Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Youxiao withdrew his gaze, raised his lips, showing a meaningful smile.

Once I have collected all seven wives, I can summon the dragon or other magical objects, right?

Zhu Youxiao was thinking about the beautiful things and saw many people in front of him, huddling at the door of a teahouse, and they were still noisy.

Zhu Youxiao was very curious when he stopped and watched. Without waiting for him to speak, Wang Tigan was already stepping forward quickly. What happened now.

After a while, Wang Tigan found out the truth and rushed back to report: "Master Long, this teahouse has been written by Liu Mazi in Jiangnan. But he has to collect money at the door, and each person needs one cent to make a noise before someone makes a noise."

Liu Mazi?! Zhu Youxiao thought about it and seemed to have some impression, but he couldn't remember it.

Wang Tigan saw the Emperor's confusion and then added: "Liu Mazi's name is Liu Jingting, who often tells stories in Yangzhou and has a great reputation."

Zhu Youxiao smiled and said, "I understand. Let's go in and listen to this famous storyteller in Jiangnan."

"Master Long, wait a moment, I will make arrangements." Wang Tigan hurriedly walked away a few steps and reached out to greet Lu Jianxing and others.

Time was not long, and Wang Tigan had already made arrangements. Lu Jianxing brought two Jinyiwei to approach and surrounded Zhu Youxiao and others. He came to the teahouse and stretched out his hand to separate everyone to open the way for Zhu Youxiao.

The skills and strength of the three of them are not something that ordinary people can bear. Some people want to get angry and scold them, but when Lu Jianxing and others stared at each other, they immediately felt a chill on their backs and immediately closed their mouths tactfully.

The two teahouse men standing at the door also saw that these people were not easy to mess with. Before they could speak, Wang Tigan had already handed over a big yuan.

"Please, please come in, please come in." The guy nodded and bowed, and invited Zhu Youxiao and others into it with a smile on his face.

Bypassing the screen in front of the teahouse, you enter the specially arranged hall. The tea tables are arranged separately, and the tables and chairs in front should be the stage of the storyteller, with folding fans and awakening wood on them. The famous Liu Mazi has not arrived yet.

Many customers had already sat at the tea table. Lu Jianxing glanced and bowed to invite him, leaving Zhu Youxiao and the other three to the tea table that was leaning aside but suitable for protection.

Then, he and his two brothers took a seat on the side, which was equivalent to separating Zhu Youxiao and others from other tea guests.

After a few people sat down, a friend came to greet him. After ordering tea and melon seeds, Zhu Youxiao and others waited quietly for Master Liu to appear.

During the Sui and Tang Dynasties, people called stories "tales". Rap ​​art developed to the Song Dynasty. Due to the prosperity of cities, prosperity of commerce, the growth of citizens, and the rapid development of popular cultural and entertainment activities, hundreds of professional "speakers" appeared.

In the Ming Dynasty, the performance form of storytelling had basically taken shape, but it was still different from later generations. For example, Liu Jingting's performance should be Yangzhou Pingdian.

Speaking of Liu Jingting, he was quite famous in the historical period of the late Ming and early Qing dynasties.

Not only among the people, he was loved and sought after by the general public. Among the literati and officials, there are many people who write poems and essays and praise Liu Jingting.

For example, Huang Zongxi, Zhang Dai, and Wu Weiye have all written his biography, and Kong Shangren also vividly depicts Liu Jingting's generous, brave and chivalrous behavior in "The Peach Blossom Fan".

Zhu Youxiao had heard his name, which was mentioned in Wang Zhongguo's secret memorial. Although Liu Jingting was a gangster artist, he had a close relationship with the so-called Jiangnan scholars.

It was not long, and some tea shoppers came in with money, and the noise in the teahouse became noisy.

Li Chengcheng was a little uncomfortable, and was on par with the emperor, and in this somewhat chaotic environment. It seemed that there were not many women here?

Zhu Youxiao felt the girl's uneasiness, reached out and patted her arm gently, and nodded with a gentle smile.

Li Chengcheng nodded subconsciously, pursed his lips and smiled. The emperor's little move gave her a lot of comfort. As long as the emperor was by her side, her heart would be much more at ease.

"Look, Mr. Liu is out." As the tea chef excitedly reminded him, everyone was watching.

Liu Mazi, Liu Jingting?!

Zhu Youxiao narrowed his eyes. He was not just here to listen to books. With some speculations or doubts, he carefully looked at the "pork face" who walked up to the reading stand.

Although there is a bit of pockmark on her face, it is not ugly; she has a medium figure and is not burly, but has a bit of literary temperament.

"When the drum board is tapped, there will be wind, thunder, rain, and dew; when the tongue and lips move, it has become a historical story."

"The local sounds in the five directions are popular and are familiar with learning. Every time a sound is made, it makes people hear it, either like a sword, an iron cavalry, floating in the air; or like a wind, crying with rain, birds are sad, and beasts are shocked. The hatred of a destruction of a country suddenly arises, and the sound of a sandalwood board changes color."
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