He stood patiently for a long time. After two quarters of an hour, Mr. Zheng stopped the venue. But some people were still around him and asked, and he could only follow him and watch.

When the group of people also dispersed, Mr. Zheng collected the money basket and made a small bag, and bowed his hands repeatedly while squeezed out of the crowd.

Li Bochen followed him, and saw him waving his fan while walking slowly on the street, and finally entered a food shop. He complained in his heart, thinking that this person would say something else? Fortunately, Mr. Zheng just found a table to sit, ordered a few foods and drinks, and started drinking it by himself.

He breathed a sigh of relief, tied a horse outside the food shop, walked in, and sat opposite Mr. Zheng.

There were several tables in the food shop, but there were not empty tables. Mr. Zheng was stunned for a moment and looked up at him, but he didn't speak. He just smiled and slowly started drinking.

Li Bochen said, "Mr. Zheng, I heard you speak very well just now."

Mr. Zheng only raised the wine cup to him.

Li Bochen whispered loudly again: "My man, let's have three more delicious dishes, let's watch."

The man responded from afar. Mr. Zheng put down the wine cup and said, "Stop. This official, Zheng is unfair to receive his merits. What's wrong with it?"

Li Bochen said: "I just heard that Linxi Jun was assassinated and I was a little curious - how did you know about this?"

Mr. Zheng stared at him and said, "Oh... Are you from the government? Official, you can't control this matter, right?"

Li Bochen smiled and said, "Mr. Zheng misunderstood. I am just a commoner and curious."

Mr. Zheng didn't know what he thought about and slowly said, "Oh. This is the matter of our books. Of course, I heard it from others."

Li Bochen was stunned. Bookstore? What is that? But then he woke up. Pig sellers include pig stores, charcoal stores, and these storytellers also have calligraphy stores, right?

In this world, the transportation is inconvenient and the information is transmitted slowly. If these storytellers want to say something new, they naturally have to communicate with each other. This is really interesting.

He said it was heard from others... So did the storyteller in Linxi know about this and slowly spread it? If this is true, the news would be even more reliable.

Li Bochen changed his mind again and thought, when he was in Jinghui Tower, Ye Lu first lobbed him, because he felt that he was weak and was the easiest to succeed. But when he was killed by himself, his accomplice should know his firm attitude.

According to what Ye Lu said, the accomplice first came to Mengjiatun, intending to threaten him with the Chang family. Later, he learned about Ye Lu's death and realized that he could not use it anymore?

So he turned to lobby Linxijun?

Should that man know that he has the luck of Beichen, would he tell Linxijun about this? When he thought of this, he felt a stern in his heart. But he thought, no, no. The reason why Linxijun has never been able to restore Li Jing is because he is not the Spirit Lord of Beichen.

If Ye Lu's accomplices told Linxi Jun who was Beichen's luck, wouldn't it help him? If Linxi Jun was a little more decisive and killed himself, his luck would naturally fall on him. In that case, he would be even more difficult to control!

If you look at it this way, those people will not dare to kill themselves for the time being.

He breathed a little relieved and felt a little lucky - doesn't this mean that there is no enemy in Mengjiatun who doesn't know where to hide?

Then what he has to do will be much easier, just focus on finding the ruins of the cave!

When he thought of this, he finally felt a little happy and said, "Mr. Zheng, thank you."

Mr. Zheng didn't know why he suddenly thanked him, but he just nodded and smiled: "No thanks."

At this time, the guy served the food, and Li Bochen took out more than a dozen big money and put it on the table, saying, "Mr. Zheng, please use it slowly."

He was about to get up and leave, but Mr. Zheng said again: "Slow."

He reached out and pushed the money: "I said that if you don't have any contribution, you won't be rewarded, so you don't want to come and invite me."

Li Bochen was stunned for a moment, not expecting that this man was so kind when he didn't speak. Since that was the case, he was happy to fulfill his wish and planned to take back the money. But just as he was about to reach out, he sat down again and said, "Mr. Zheng, does it make money for storytelling?"

Mr. Zheng sighed, gently paused the wine cup on the table, and frowned slightly: "What the hell are you going to do? Want to learn to write a storyteller?"

He looked at him again: "Your wealth is not necessary to do this business, right?"

Li Bochen smiled secretly and thought to himself that you are afraid that I don’t know that my current wealth is on this outfit. But he still said seriously: “That’s right. Although I heard the gentleman just said it well, everyone seems to be tired of listening to the stories I told. You can also talk about the interesting news about Linxi Jun’s assassination, but this kind of thing is not happening every day.”

Mr. Zheng looked at him and smiled: "Oh? Could it be that you have any insight?"

Li Bochen said: "I don't know how to be aware of it, but I have a set of books. If you are interested, I can tell you a paragraph."

Mr. Zheng showed a sarcastic look on his face, but he only said: "Your Excellency, storytelling is not telling stories."

Li Bochen understood this. Everyone knows how to tell a story, but it is different to tell a story. The slap and buttons, and the straight pen and the pen are inverted and inserted, are very particular. This person should think that he is overestimating his abilities, but he is also somewhat cultivated and did not say it directly.

He smiled and said, "The Three Emperors and Five Emperors of Morality, Fame and honor, Xiahou Shangzhou, Eight Heroes and Seven Heroes have made their way through the Spring and Autumn Period, and the rise and fall of the sky in an instant. There are several names in history, countless desert hills in Beim, and the predecessors sow seeds and later generations harvested them. It was nothing more than dragon fighting and tiger fighting!"

"The Emperor Renzong of the Song Dynasty was reigned, and the country was prosperous and the people were at peace, and all people were happy—" [Note 1]

When he spoke, Mr. Zheng drank another cup of wine. When he read the final poem, although his eyes were a little surprised, his face was not moved. After he said another paragraph, his expression gradually became solemn, and he looked at Li Bochen a few more times.

Li Bochen found it funny, but he continued to talk about it seriously. He remembered this set of books very clearly. There was no fun when he came from. He listened to this set of books over and over again many times, and he could recite it in a memorable way. He slowly finished half of the first chapter, and it took only a quarter of an hour before he stopped.

At this time, Mr. Zheng was holding the wine cup and frowned. Seeing that he stopped, he asked, "What's going on? Is this the time?"

Li Bochen said: "It's half-time. What do you think of my book set?"

Mr. Zheng pondered for a while and said, "Just listen to these things, it's not bad."

He whispered loudly: "My man, add another pot of wine!"

He took another wine cup and poured it in front of Li Bochen, and said seriously: "Zheng has no eyes, but he didn't expect that you are also a fellow disciple - Zheng Zhao, what do you call you?"

Li Bochen said: "I am Chen Boli."

"Mr. Chen is also in the book business?"

Li Bochen smiled and said, "I don't have that ability. Actually, this book is not mine, but Mr. Shan's. I've heard it, so I wrote it down."

Zheng Zhao was a little disappointed and said, "Oh, so that's it. Mr. Shan... What is his name? Where is now?"

Li Bochen said: "Mr. Shan has passed away."

He sued another sin in his heart and said, "But I have entrusted this book to me before."

Zheng Zhao's eyes were filled with joy again, and he pondered for a while, and said, "Mr. Chen, I also have a master, and my family teacher is still alive. Although your book is good,..."

Li Bochen said: "Mr. Zheng misunderstood. If you like this set of books, I can sell them to you."

Zheng Zhao was stunned and frowned: "I'm afraid this is inappropriate, right?"

Li Bochen said: "That Mr. Shan is a hidden man. I naturally don't want to bury him after I got his book. But I am not a person in the book industry and I have no such plan yet. If I follow me into the soil, wouldn't there be another strange book missing in the world? I'm also very uneasy. If Mr. Zheng likes it, I'll be able to pass on this book, and I feel better."

He said this casually, thinking, it was bad. He said so well that it was probably difficult to negotiate the price. But when Zheng Zhao heard him say this, he immediately said, "This is also reasonable."

Li Bochen smiled in his heart and said to himself, Oh... It turns out that he also wants this book very much.

He became silent, and Zheng Zhao also carried the wine cup to him and drank another cup. Li Bochen said that the book was passed on to him by "Mr. Shan". Since it was given to him by an old friend, it was inappropriate to exchange money now, so it was naturally difficult to speak. Zheng Zhao looked very talented, but he was also a worldly-minded person, so he didn't speak.

Li Bochen sighed, thinking that it would be better if Xiaoman was here. He had to say first: "Mr. Zheng, about this price..."

Zheng Zhao said: "What's the name of this book?"

"Three heroes and five righteous people."

"Good name." Zhang Zhao pondered for a while and said, "Two thousand coins."

Li Bochen was stunned. It wasn’t because he thought the money was too little, but he didn’t expect so much. Double it, but it was just a house - is it so profitable for storytelling?

Seeing him like this, Zheng Zhao said, "Does Mr. Chen think it's inappropriate? If it's inappropriate, you can discuss it again."

Li Bochen said: "Yes, Mr. Zheng. But there are 180 chapters of this book, and I have to tell you slowly. I will leave the city tonight. Let's talk about it for about a dozen chapters in the next afternoon."

Zheng Zhao glared at his eyes: "One Hundred and Eighty Chapters? Mr. Chen, do you take it seriously?"

Li Bochen didn't know whether he thought it was too much or too little, so he said, "Take it seriously. I remember it clearly."

Zheng Zhao was stunned: "It's really... a strange book. The largest one here is only seventy chapters. That two thousand coins are really inappropriate... and you will get four thousand coins no matter what."

He frowned and thought, "Okay, Brother Chen, you can also tell me slowly. I will pay you as much as I hear. Do you think this can make it?"

Li Bochen smiled and said, "Okay."

He really hoped to have a few more contacts with Zheng Zhao. This person also looked very honest and would not get bored with him. What's more, he had a thought in his mind for no reason—

The hearts of the people. Because of the hearts of the people, the king of the West can be like a fish in the water in Li. But in this world, if the people want to know something, they either rely on government notices or word of mouth. The many storytellers like Zheng Zhao combined have a great influence. Moreover, the business of calligraphy can communicate information with each other...are these people the "media"?

If you can get help from calligraphy and writing -

He was stunned when he thought of this. Did I... have never thought of really "being at peace" from the bottom of my heart?

He smiled bitterly in his heart again and thought to himself that this identity is impossible. He just hopes that this happy life will last a few more days.

At this time, the guy brought the wine, and he picked up the full table, ate a few more bites of the dishes, and said, "Mr. Zheng, I will finish the first chapter for you first."

From noon to the next half a day, I spent twenty hours talking. Since he was not talking about books for people, many things were easier. Zheng Zhao took out the paper and pen and recorded them while listening. Li Bochen noticed that he used a strange text when recording, which looked curved, but it was written very quickly, and it was expected that it was a unique way of writing.

He stopped when the sunlight outside turned golden and the wind blew again.

Zheng Zhao breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I said 'not bad' before, but now I want to say 'excellent'. That Mr. Shan is still alive, and I really want to ask him in person."

He said again: "Brother Chen, can you tell me about the next twenty chapters first?"

Li Bochen briefly described what happened afterwards.

Zheng Zhao then exclaimed again and left his seat to salute Li Bochen. Li Bochen hurriedly supported him and said, "What is Mr. Zheng doing?"

Zheng Zhao smiled bitterly: "It's me who judges a gentleman with the heart of a villain. At first I thought you were going to trick me a few times, but after hearing this, this pattern is naturally a masterpiece. I believe what Brother Chen said is true."

Li Bochen smiled: "As we grow up, we have to deal with each other more, so we don't have to worry. Brother Zheng, I actually came to the city to buy home purchases. It's not too late now-"

Zheng Zhao hurriedly said, "Oh, okay, okay."

He reached out and took the purse from the small bag beside him, counted it and counted it. Li Bochen turned his face and looked into the street.

After a while, Zheng Zhao put a piece of silver on the table and said, "I don't have any change here. Brother Chen, today's 20 rounds are 480 yuan. I will give this 520 yuan extra to make my deposit."

Li Bochen did not refuse, put Yin Ying away and said, "Thank you."

I thought about it again: "I can't say when I will come to Houcheng again. But if you talk about this set of books, you have to prepare. These twenty chapters are enough for the time being. I live in Mengjiatun. If Mr. Zheng wants to listen to the following these days, he can go there to find me."

Zheng Zhao nodded and said, "Okay, that's decided."

The two bid farewell. Li Bochen took the money and took the horses to buy them along the street. In the end, there were too many things to buy, so he planned to spend 100 yuan to buy a wooden car. But he thought that he would not need this thing in normal times, so he might as well buy a suitable one and add another 300 yuan, so he simply bought a car with elm varnish.

The people from the car dealer helped him get a horse and then told him how to drive the car. Li Bochen tried it, but he didn't dare to rush in the city, so he just led it away. After buying all the things, he walked in front of the Qijin Pavilion. Seeing that the door was closed, maybe the people inside knew something was wrong.

He sighed in his heart and walked out of the city gate along the street. After walking for a while, the pedestrians gradually disappeared, and the sun slowly disappeared into the distant mountains.

He stopped and said, "Come out."

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Chapter completed!