Ang Lee finished the story of flour and falling snow in one breath. More than one hundred soldiers were fascinated by it. Even Guo Ziyi and Li Hanlu were caught in the situation. There was nothing strange about this story, it was pure nonsense. But the story of turning snow into flour was very fascinating, because almost everyone would have such a wish. They hoped that the heavy snow could be turned into edible flour. In this way, the common people would have an endless supply of food. Anyone who heard such a story would be very greedy.
"Haha! Assistant Minister Li, well told! But I, Lao Guo, can also make one up. That … Once upon a time, there was a general who was fighting in the Northern Frontier. His army's provisions were attacked by the enemy and burned down. Seeing that his soldiers were starving, the general was very anxious. So he looked up to the sky and yelled, "God, please turn the sand in the desert into rice! Save the soldiers! 'In a moment, the thousands of miles of yellow sand in front of him all turned into little yellow rice. Haha! Haha … "
Guo Ziyi stopped halfway through his story. Perhaps his story had already ended, and there was no more content after that.
Hearing this, the soldiers became excited. Although they all knew it was fake, if it was true, it was too tempting. Thinking that so much snow in winter could be turned into white flour and so much sand in the desert could be turned into little yellow rice, it was too attractive for ordinary soldiers.
"I can also tell a story. Once upon a time, there was a hunter who was in his thirties and still didn't have a wife. One day, he went hunting in the mountains and found a fox biting a colorful pheasant. The hunter killed the fox and saved the pheasant. As a result, the next day, the pheasant turned into a beautiful woman and handed her to the hunter. From then on …"
"I can also tell a story. Once upon a time, there was a poor farmer whose land was in the mountains. The soil in his land was only three inches wide and there were hard stones under it. No matter what kind of crops he planted, the harvest was very bad. So, the farmer shouted to the sky to turn the stones in his land into gold. As a result, the stones under the soil all turned into gold, hahaha …"
"Me too, I can also tell a story …"
The soldiers weren't shy at all and actually started telling stories. Each one was better than the other, and the content they made up was nothing more than what they were thinking in their hearts. Gold, beautiful women, these were all things that ordinary people yearned for the most. These soldiers were naturally no exception. These were probably the things that they wished to obtain the most.
"Haha! Soldiers, you are also good at telling stories! Telling stories is actually not difficult. As long as you have ideas, just make them up. You can make up whatever you want, as long as the listeners are happy.. "
Ang Lee said...
The most important thing in storytelling was probably the imagination. In other words, one had to tell a story that was beyond the imagination of ordinary people. Only then would people be more willing to listen to it and feel that it was good and interesting. If the imagination was too small and the story was not interesting, then probably no one would be willing to listen to it.
Lao Guo said, "Assistant Minister Li, why don't you tell us more stories and let us listen to more?"
Ang Lee nodded and said, "Okay, then I will tell you a few more stories about Luo Yin. This story is called Luo Yin Plays the Scholar. You guys are good! It was said that Luo Yin was very talented in literature when he was young. He could write poems, but because his family was poor, he had to go out and do some part-time work. One day, near the Qingming Festival, he was helping his boss farm. It was drizzling, so he ran back to his boss's house to eat some snacks. The boss brought him a pot of wine and a plate of snacks.
Just then, three scholars came to the boss's house, so the boss invited them to eat together. The Elementary Scholars looked down on the farmer in front of them and purposely tried to make things difficult for Luo Yin. Faced with such a situation, why not each of them compose a poem to express their feelings. Only then would they be able to move their hands. If they could compose a poem, they would be able to eat. If they couldn't, they could only stare helplessly. Yes or no. Luo Yin was so talented that he was not afraid of them. He was secretly amused, but deliberately said, "I'm afraid it's not easy."
At this point, Ang Lee paused for a moment. Seeing that everyone seemed to be interested, they all stretched their necks to listen.
So he continued, "The three scholars laughed arrogantly and said," This is the rule before we eat. Since we have something to say first, if we can do it, we will have a good meal. If we can't do it, we will salivate. " Then, one of them waved his sleeves and began to recite, "Qingming Festival, the rain falls. The scholars go to the countryside in search of poetry, eat rice and drink wine. Next year, they will definitely enter the Dragon Gate."
Luo Yin listened and nodded, then shook his head and said, "The nobles have great ambitions, but they lack talent." Without waiting for Luo Yin to finish, the second scholar impatiently recited, "Qingming Festival, the rain falls. The scholars go to the countryside to worship their ancestors' graves. They kowtow and moan about their hard work, drinking rice and drinking rice to relieve their boredom."
Luo Yin laughed and said, "So you are a fake filial son. At this point, the third scholar could not hold back anymore. He waved his hand and began to recite," Qingming Festival, the rain falls. The scholars go to the countryside to visit beautiful women. After eating and drinking to their heart's content, they wandered around and found a beautiful house.
Luo Yin sneered and said, "Sorry for the disrespect. Turns out you are a lecher." The scholars ignored Luo Yin's taunts and kept urging him to compose a poem. Luo Yin waved his hand and said, "Don't be impatient. My poem is long. Please listen patiently and don't interrupt me. Otherwise, I won't be able to continue."
The scholars thought that Luo Yin was unable to compose the poem and pretended to say, "Don't interrupt, don't interrupt. Just continue." Luo Yin lightly coughed and began to recite, "Qingming Festival, the rain falls. The farmers are hungry." Luo Yin drank a cup of wine to moisten his throat and ate rice to fill his stomach. Luo Yin raised his head and finished the wine. He chewed on the rice and continued to recite, "Two and three are not enough. Add four, five, six, seven, eight …" He continued to recite as he ate. Before the scholars could react, he had already finished the entire plate of rice. Then, he burped and continued with the last two sentences, "Fill my stomach and go to the fields. I don't have time for idle chatter." He walked away, leaving the three scholars sitting there staring at him. "
"Ha ha ha ha …"
"Luo Yin is indeed toying with the scholars. This is really interesting! Ha ha! "
"Luo Yin is really talented. If it were me, I wouldn't be able to compose such a long poem."
"Come on! Can you even read? How can you compose a poem? You can't even compose a sentence. "
"Ha ha ha!"
The soldiers were very relaxed and did not show any signs of restraint. It seemed that Lao Guo got along well with the soldiers and had never put on the airs of an official. This was why the soldiers were so relaxed in front of their superiors.
"Assistant Minister Li told two stories, both of which were related to Luo Yin. But who is this Luo Yin? Is it made up by Assistant Minister Li or did this person really exist in history? It should be made up! If there is such a person, I should know! "
Guo Ziyi asked doubtfully. Although he was a general, he was also a general who often read books. He knew a lot about the history of both ancient and modern times. He had never heard of a famous person in history named Luo Yin. Therefore, he thought that Ang Lee made up the story.
Ang Lee smiled and said, "If you want to know who this Luo Yin is, I need to tell you a story. After the story is finished, you will probably know who Luo Yin is."
Keeping people in suspense was really effective. As soon as he finished speaking, the soldiers all gathered around and wanted to hear the next part of the story from Ang Lee. Moreover, they looked very eager, as if they would not stop until they heard the story.
Since the soldiers wanted to hear it, Ang Lee could not refuse. Therefore, he told the story once.
Li An opened his mouth and said, "The Jade Emperor finally knows that Luo Yin's sage mouth is effective. The Jade Emperor thought that there was such a strange person in the mortal world. What could he do? Therefore, he sent the God of Thunder, the Goddess of Lightning, the God of Wind and the God of Rain everywhere to capture Luo Yin.
One day, Luo Yin passed by a village. Suddenly, there was a strong wind and heavy rain. He pointed to the sky and said, pointing to the wind and rain. Luo Yin hid in a tile kiln. Luo Yin said as he walked into a broken kiln nearby. The wind stopped blowing and the rain stopped. However, thunder rumbled and lightning flashed. Luo Yin said casually, "Fortunately, the kiln is my hiding place." He said "hide" as "bury". As soon as he finished speaking, a thunderclap shook the sky. The lightning struck Luo Yin unconscious. Not long after, there was a strong wind and heavy rain. The broken kiln collapsed and Luo Yin was buried in the kiln.
Moreover, there was a minister in the village. The minister's family had a young lady. This young lady was intelligent and had outstanding looks. Although she was eighteen, she was not married. The minister treated this only daughter as the apple of his eye and loved her so much that he could not bear to part with her. One day, the minister found that the young lady's face was thin and absent-minded. He invited a doctor to treat her. After the doctor took her pulse, he quietly told the minister, "Your young lady is pregnant!" The minister panicked and hurried to discuss with Madam. Madam scolded her daughter for her improper behavior, and Miss burst into tears. Madam then questioned the maidservant, and the maidservant said that Miss had always been upright and had never done anything shameful. Madam repeatedly dug to the bottom of the matter, and Miss told me everything that she remembered. "
At this point, Li An paused for a moment.
Lao Guo was confused and said, "They are obviously two different stories! How come it doesn't make sense? "
"Luo Yin was killed by lightning. What does this have to do with his birth?"
"Yes! The rest of the story has nothing to do with Luo Yin. "
"This young lady must have had an affair. Otherwise, how could she be pregnant?"
"Is it possible that Luo Yin is still alive and secretly meeting this young lady?"
Everyone asked in confusion.
Ang Lee said with a smile, "Why are you in such a hurry? I haven't finished my story. It turned out that two months ago, the young lady was tired of reading and wanted to relax, so she went to the back garden with her maid. The young lady saw that the garden was full of oranges, and the fragrance made her salivate. She couldn't stop herself. The maid picked up a ripe and big orange and gave it to the young lady. Strangely enough, after eating that orange, the young lady unknowingly became pregnant, and often slept with a scholar in her dreams.
Madam heard this and felt that the orange tree was the cause of the strange event. She asked the minister to send people to dig up the tree. The roots of the orange tree were very long, and they dug all the way to a broken tile kiln more than a mile away from the wall. A dead body was found. The dead body hadn't decomposed yet, and it looked like a man who had drunk wine and slept soundly. The minister asked people to dig up the body, put it in a coffin, and buried it in the back garden.
Several months later, the young lady gave birth to a boy, who was petite and lively. The minister and Madam saw the boy and liked him very much, and raised him as their grandson. Later, the minister heard that the dead body in the kiln was Luo Yin, and the young lady was pregnant by eating oranges, so he named the grandson Gan Luo. "
"Gan Luo? Minister Gan Luo of the Qin State? "
Guo Ziyi was familiar with history books, and when he heard the name Gan Luo, he immediately thought of the young statesman of the Qin State, Gan Luo. He was an important figure of the Qin Empire who was given the title of Minister by the First Emperor of the Qin Empire.
There weren't many young talents in both ancient and modern times. Gan Luo was able to go to the Zhao State at the age of twelve, and use a small strategy to seize more than ten cities of the Zhao State. This wasn't something an ordinary person could do, and he was definitely a young genius.
According to the historical records, Gan Luo's grandfather was Gan Mao, the Left Prime Minister of the State of Qin. As for Gan Mao's descendant, only his grandson Gan Luo was recorded. There was no record of Gan Mao's son, Gan Luo's father. As a result, Li An's story was even more relatable, making it easy for people to imagine that this official was Gan Mao.
But Lao Guo felt something was wrong after thinking about it carefully, because Ang Lee's story had made it clear that Luo Yin had failed to pass the imperial examination for many years, and had even played tricks on several Xiucai. But in the Qin Empire, there was no imperial examination system at all, and there was no such title as Xiucai, which only existed in the Sui and Tang Dynasties. Therefore, there was a big problem in this story, and it was unlikely that Luo Yin was from the Qin Empire.
But if he was from the Sui and Tang Dynasties, Lao Guo had never heard of such a powerful figure. So basically, it could be concluded that this story was casually made up by Ang Lee, and the content wasn't very authentic, but there might be some truth in it.
Ang Lee smiled and said, "This is the Gan Luo in my story, not the Gan Luo in the Qin Empire. Hahaha!"
It was just a small story, and the Gan Luo in this story had nothing to do with the Gan Luo in the Qin Empire. Besides, the Luo Yin in this story was from the late Tang Dynasty, and he hadn't been born yet.
After telling a few stories, it was time for dinner, and Guo Ziyi reminded Ang Lee that it was time to go back.
"Do you have food and wine? The environment here is quite good. Why don't we have dinner here? "
Ang Lee didn't want to go back to Summer State City yet. Although the city gate was closed at night due to the small population, the business here was not very developed, and the city gate was closed at night. But with Lao Guo here, it wasn't difficult to enter the city at any time.
Guo Ziyi said, "The soldiers only have dry food and wine, so there's no good food and wine. But there's a small tavern under a willow less than five miles away. There should be a lot of food and wine there. I'll ask the soldiers to buy some, and it won't take long."
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