Super Elation Under the Sun Chapter 1: The boy in Baiyu Town

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At the end of the autumn of the third year of the Great Zhou Dynasty Shending, there was an autumn rain in Baiyu Town.

An autumn rain is not a big deal. Baiyu Town has always had little rain. In autumn, it is even rarer to see the last rain, but this rain lasts for three days at a time.

There is not even a trend to stop.

In the autumn rain, in the alley in front of a small courtyard in the east of Baiyu Town, there is a young man who is holding an oil-paper umbrella and walking slowly. In this remote alley, pedestrians are rare. If someone happened to meet him at this moment, he would definitely be able to see the frowning face of the young man under his umbrella.

"This spooky weather is really fucking... rare."

The teenager gritted his teeth.

Baiyu Town is located in the southwest of Great Zhou Dynasty, a border land of Great Zhou Dynasty. It is truly remote. The town is very small. The residents in the whole town only have more than two hundred households. At this point, the residents, after so many years, it is a bit reluctant in the town to say who has nothing to do with whom.

However, this young man has nothing to do with the residents of the town. He has no relatives and no reason, nor is he a local resident of Baiyu Town. The residents of the town just know that in that winter, this When the boy was about seven or eight years old, he was sent here. The man left a bag of silver and bought a house for the boy who could not be said to be a boy at the time. He left some silver and then left alone. This The local people in the small town are a little strange. The child couldn't survive that winter no matter how he wanted to come. But in the end, how could he think of it. Not only did the child survive that winter, but after all the scattered silver was used up, he abruptly found a copy. make a living.

It is rumored that the emperor of the Great Zhou had once in Shaoliang City in the early days of the year to a dynasty messenger whose territory was much larger than that of the Great Zhou. Zhou territory expanded tenfold.

This rhetoric, the messenger laughed off.

It may be that he is unwilling to save the face of the Emperor of the Great Zhou, or it may be that he did not care about it at all.

The mayfly shook the tree, some people respected its courage, some laughed at it.

As for how this story that happened thousands of miles away in Shaoliang City was passed to the extremely remote Baiyu Town of the Great Zhou Dynasty?

Of course, you can't do without the storytellers.

Nowadays, the people of the whole mountain and river dynasty like to hear about books, because those mountain and river monks who are rumored to shake the mountain and move the sea hardly show magical powers in front of them, and it is not easy to see them, so they can only be in the storyteller Only in his mouth can I know what kind of existence the monks are.

Furthermore, the stories that these storytellers are talking about are more than just mountain monks.

There are several restaurants in Baiyu Town, and each restaurant has a storyteller. These storytellers usually talk about a few times in the restaurant every afternoon. The storytellers in each restaurant are different and have different temperaments. It’s not the same, so sometimes you can talk about three or five games a day, some say two or three games, and even worse, just talk about the last one in a day, but in fact the content is mostly about the spirits of the mountains and the ghosts. The story of the mountain and river monk punishing evil and promoting good, even if there are some changes, can not be separated from this general number.

The Great Zhou Dynasty is located in the southwest of the mountains and rivers, in a remote area, and the territory is not vast, and the town of Baiyu is small and pitiful. Therefore, these storytellers naturally did not have the opportunity to see the outside world, when the hearsay stories in their minds said After it was over, it seemed to be a little overwhelming. Those clichés, and those few stories over and over will one day bore the people of the market.

So, when young teenagers sold the stories in their heads as goods to the storytellers, they really survived.

The people in Baiyu Town all know that this child is not a native of Baiyu Town, but an outsider, but they don’t know why a child who is only seven or eight years old can remember such things in his head. He tells this story. , But it was five years.

In five years, those storytellers were shocked to discover that the story told by this teenager was not only that they hadn’t heard it, but also never had the same story. Therefore, with these stories, the kid was like this in the small town. Survived.

Even when he was older, the teenager became a storyteller.

Now everyone in Baiyu Town knows that his name is Li Fuyao.

As the youngest storyteller in the town, Li Fuyao is less than sixteen years old.

The 20th and crown men of the Great Zhou Dynasty are still four years away from Li Fuyao's age.

Li is the surname, and the word Fuyao in the name is taken from a sentence in the Taoist classic "Xiaoyaoyou", "Pengzhi migrated to Nanmingya, the water hit three thousand miles, and the one who swept upward was ninety thousand miles. "

Li Fuyao, who took such a name, knew these legends and ignored them.

At this moment, the young storyteller just walked across the street to the door of the restaurant with a paper umbrella, stopped for a moment, and didn't rush into the restaurant.

In front of the restaurant, there was a young man holding a blue gown and waiting for a long time.

Looking at Li Fuyao standing outside the restaurant for a long time, it didn’t seem like he had planned to enter the building. The young man didn’t know that, but he knew that the shopkeeper was urging him tightly, so he had to bite the bullet and leaned forward cautiously. Asked: "Mr. Li, the upstairs are all waiting for you now, why, what else hasn't been done?"

Li Fuyao stood under the eaves, took the oiled paper umbrella, and handed it to the boy next to him, and asked casually: "How long will this rain last?"

"..."

The young man is a bit wronged. How long will this rain last, and where does he know?

He glanced at Li Fuyao, but didn't speak up.

Fortunately, Li Fuyao didn't say anything. He just took the generous blue shirt and walked into a small room dedicated to him changing clothes.

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On the second floor of the restaurant, the layout is simple. Except for the long wooden stool in the center of the lobby, it is not different from the first floor except for the elm wooden table, but nowadays, although there is such a small altar on the elm wooden table. Wine, there is a piece of sober wood, but the gentleman who wants to open his mouth to tell the story has not yet arrived.

The drinkers in the restaurant are all men and women. The town is only this big. They all naturally know the temperament of the young storyteller, so they didn’t say anything, just thinking about it’s too late today, why the boy Haven't shown up yet?

Compared with the alcoholics who were originally planning to come and listen to a storytelling, the few young girls who were mixed in the crowd who were not originally here to hear about the book looked a little different, even though they were still Anxious, but only rubbing the corners of his clothes with his hands under the wooden table, his face firmly suppressed with an urgent look.

People came to hear about the book, but they came to see the storyteller.

Time slowly passed, and Li Fuyao was finally "long overdue" in people's expectations. He wore a slightly spacious blue shirt and came to the center of the lobby and sat on the bench.

The young man turned his head calmly and looked at the sitting drinkers, and then calmly said: "Everyone is waiting."

Slap!

Then it was the sound of Xingmu slamming against the elm table.

The two collided, which immediately surprised the alcoholics present, and their attention was completely focused on this side.

This is the function of Xingmu.

Li Fuyao cleared his throat and raised his voice slightly, "I said last time that those fox monsters always like to seduce some poor scholars who live in the wild at night. Have you ever known why fox monsters always seduce Are these poor scholars?"

As soon as this question was raised, the second floor quickly became very noisy. Some said that the scholars were fake and serious and could not resist the temptation, and some said that the fox demon loves scholars only, in short. Everyone has their own opinions.

The young man sitting in the middle waited for people’s voices to diminish, and then slowly smiled: “Why hook up those poor scholars? It’s just the word “poor”. If you have money, who will borrow to live in the wild? Since it’s not in the wild, naturally there are no such stories passed down in the world."

Li Fuyao's remarks made all the drinkers burst into laughter. I've heard so many stories told by the storyteller, and no one has ever heard of this.

The few young girls who heard this statement also had a red glow on their faces, but their eyes were still full of admiration when they looked at Li Fuyao.

Li Fuyao smiled, took a sip from the drinking bowl, and then continued.

The time he has been telling stories in this restaurant is not too short. He is already familiar with the doorways inside. In addition, he always has so many more stories than other storytellers in his mind, so in Baiyu In town, everyone likes to hear this young storyteller talk about the last one.

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Li Fuyao altered the stories in his mind on the second floor, and said, naturally, it attracted everyone’s attention, but the shopkeeper of the restaurant on the first floor did not listen to it. Instead, he leaned against the restaurant. Next to the gate, watching the autumn rain, I silently calculated how much silver taels to be paid to Li Fuyao after this. Although the young man would bring him a lot of silver every time he tells the story, the corresponding, the divided ones, were not there. A few.

After a long time of silence, the shopkeeper of the restaurant suddenly spat, and I don't know why. Only after he raised his head, he saw two oiled paper umbrellas, one large and one small, coming towards the restaurant in the rain.

A middle-aged man in a blue shirt led a little girl into the eaves.

Looking at the shopkeeper of the restaurant guarding the door, the middle-aged man asked calmly, "Is there any seat available?"

On weekdays, the shopkeeper, who seemed very enthusiastic when he saw the guests come to the door, looked at the two extremely productive faces, but looked a little stupid. After a long time, he nodded and said: "Yes."