Everyone within a hundred-mile radius knew that the signature of this restaurant was not some rare wine or fine wine, nor was there any seductive woman selling wine. Instead, it was the elderly storyteller of the restaurant who sat alone in the center of the main hall, surrounded by tables of wine on all sides.
The old man sat on a small stool with a small table beside him. There was a gavel on the table, two or three pots of wine, a large white bowl, and a plate of peanuts. That was all.
After noon, when the guests at the table had cleared away the dishes and replaced them with wine pots, jars, and bowls of various sizes, the storyteller slowly walked out from the back hall. The old man was still more than twenty steps away from the table. He had not even opened his mouth, but he had already attracted earth-shattering cheers from the entire two floors of the restaurant.
The old man raised his clenched fists high in the air to greet all directions. The loud cheers in the restaurant rose and fell one after another. What a lively and bustling scene.
The storyteller, who had taken advantage of the situation, waved his sleeves and sat on the small stool like an expert. He pretended to straighten his clothes and sat still. Only then did he reach out to grab the gavel and heavily knock it on the table. He said loudly, "At the end of the previous report, it was said that the second battle of Liang Mang was imminent. Eighteen Great Grandmasters of the Central Plains would come together!"
The old man grabbed and put down the gavel again. He suddenly knocked the gavel on the table again. The old man said in a deep voice full of energy, "The rise and fall of a thousand years, the affairs of the military and the state, are the most troublesome to think about! The most troublesome! "
At this moment, a listener laughed loudly and asked, "At the end of the previous report, you old man, you kept us in suspense. You said that Zhang Feilong, Hero Zhang, who is known as the Layman of Bianjing in Jianghu, asked our King of Beiliang for advice on how to deal with the fairies and heroines. What did the King of Beiliang say?! We're all waiting! Everyone, don't you think so? "
Up and down the restaurant, dozens of tables of guests roared in agreement. Many of the Jianghu heroes who had placed their swords and sabers on the table began to boo. Many young wanderers even whistled with all their might.
The storyteller was obviously already familiar with this scene. He calmly poured himself a bowl of wine and slurped it down with relish. In fact, at the end of each storytelling, keeping the audience in suspense and shaking the burden was the secret skill that the shopkeeper of this restaurant had taught the old man. Only by keeping the audience in suspense could there be repeat customers.
After the old man leisurely put down the bowl of wine, he smiled and said, "If you hadn't mentioned it, This Old Man would have forgotten about it. Don't be impatient, let This Old Man slowly tell you about it! Dealing with people was a form of knowledge. If a fledgling young hero of Jianghu got to know those high and mighty beautiful fairies, it would be even more of a learning process. There were two types of heroines in the world. One type was Huishan Zi Yi of the Great Snow Plateau, and Jin Cuo Dao Manor Master Tong Shanquan. They were as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns, they could be counted on one's fingers. I'm afraid even if you wandered north and south of the Yangtze River, you still could not find one. This Old Man did not know how to deal with them, but there was another type.
In the past, the King of Beiliang taught Zhang Feilong, Zhang Daxia exactly like this. The King of Beiliang, his old senior, said so. Everyone, please listen carefully! This kind of priceless advice, if you miss this village, there won't be another shop like this … "
Alright, looking at the old man holding the wine bowl sideways, he couldn't be more familiar with it. We have to fork out the money again.
Sure enough, there were two delicate and pretty waitresses from the restaurant who had already arrived between the tables. They didn't ask for money, but instead carried a wooden board with a dozen or so bottles of expensive wine on it. They didn't ask for anyone to buy them, and whoever liked to drink could take them for themselves.
In the beginning, when the restaurant played this trick, no one was willing to accept it. It was just that they could not stand the old storyteller who shamelessly refused to tell the story when no one took the wine!
Now, the customers of the restaurant were already used to it. They were too lazy to care about the small amount of money. They just had to pay out of their own pockets. Anyway, the old men who came here did not lack money. What's more, if you took the wine today, he would pay for it tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, he would change to someone else to pretend to be fat. In the end, both the seller and the buyer were satisfied.
However, the owner of the restaurant was really wicked. He could even think of such a cheap trick!
Fortunately, the restaurant was smart enough to grasp people's hearts. They knew that this kind of thing should not be done more than three times. Generally, they would only do it once at the beginning and once at the end. It was not annoying. Over time, it became an unwritten rule of the restaurant. It even became one of the characteristics of the restaurant.
The twenty small pots of wine that the two waitresses carried were quickly taken away by the guests.
The storyteller then continued, "The Northwest King said to our Hero Zhang that it is actually fun to fight with those fake female heroes and fake fairies. According to the king, first of all, you must remember that you must not surrender before fighting. You must not feel that you are inferior to others, and that those fairies and heroines are naturally superior! You must tell yourself that no matter how beautiful and charming those women in front of you are, no matter how arrogant and cold they are, they still have to eat, drink, and go to the toilet! After eating onion, garlic, and fish, they still have to fart! "
First, the whole restaurant was stunned.
Then, there was a thunderous applause.
These words really made people feel enlightened.
On the second floor, a smiling man was lying on the railing. On his left was a little girl standing on tiptoe, and on his right was a little boy squatting. The two children had a small wooden sword hanging from their waists. This man was the shopkeeper of this restaurant. He used to be a waiter here. After a few years as a waiter, he quickly bought the entire restaurant from the old shopkeeper. His business was doing very well and was growing by the day. It was said that the previous shopkeeper, who had gone to the capital city to buy a house for his retirement, had received at least three hundred taels of silver from last year's dividends at the beginning of spring! This new shopkeeper had been a popular figure in this small town for the past two years. He was very capable and had a very good relationship with many scholars who had obtained the title of Xiucai. Otherwise, why would high ranking officials like the county magistrate and the registrar come here to drink every now and then? Other restaurants could not invite these two great Bodhisattvas. Even if they spent money, they could not!
A delicate and gentle woman gently came to the man's side and held her daughter's tender hand. When the man turned to look at her with a smile, she glared at him. Then, she could not help but laugh and complain, "The children are all listening!"
The man scratched his head, "It's not a bad thing. If they listen, then so be it. Tuan Tuan and Yuanyuan won't understand."
Unexpectedly, the little boy squatting at the man's feet raised his head and said, "Father, what's there to not understand about squatting in the latrine?"
The little boy was glared at by his mother and made a face. He quickly retracted his head and continued to watch the bustling scene on the first floor.
This innate cleverness must have been inherited from his father.
The woman lowered her voice and asked with a smile, "Could this be said by the Northwest Prince himself? Don't tell me that you made Old Mr. Liu up to deceive me? "
The man smiled, "Whether the Northwest Prince said it or not, how would a commoner like me know? But that brother of mine who mingled in the pugilistic world really said that back then. "
The woman said helplessly, "I've heard you talk about it for so many years, but I don't see him coming here as a guest."
The man's eyes were clear as he said, "He will come! No matter how well he mingles in the pugilistic world, he will remember me as his brother. No matter how badly he mingles in the pugilistic world … all the more he should come here. There's no shortage of places for him to eat, drink, and sleep! "
The man suddenly felt a little nervous and whispered, "Wife, if that day really comes, you can't despise my brother. This is the only thing I'll do in my life …"
The woman was a little angry, "What nonsense are you talking about! Am I that kind of person?! "
The man smiled brightly and narrowed his eyes, "I knew it! Out of all the women in the world, my wife is the best! "
She said angrily, "The children are all here, but you don't act like a father."
The little boy at the man's feet sighed and shook his head. He imitated his father's catchphrase and sighed, "I'm very depressed right now!"
The man laughed loudly. The woman reached out and gently pinched his arm, "Look, he learned it from you."
The little girl said timidly, "Father, ever since Grandpa Liu got drunk and said it once, Tuan Tuan has been asking people where 'the crotch' is."
This time, the woman pinched his arm even harder.
The man grimaced, turned around, bent down, and gave his son a chestnut, "It's all because you learned bad things from your Uncle Xiaonian! You don't know how to learn from your father! "
The little boy hugged his head and looked up, aggrieved, "Father, when will Uncle Xiaonian come? When will he bring my fiancée? I've missed her so many times!"
The woman couldn't help but laugh. She wanted to be angry, but she couldn't.
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