Tang Dynasty Little Godfather

Chapter 93 Everyone, get down!
Although Tao Mo did not initially request that the charity performance be kept strictly confidential, the parents of these students, including Wang Maozhong, were completely unaware of it beforehand.

Firstly, how could they possibly inquire about it?

Secondly, the students were holding their breath, hoping to give everyone a surprise, and they were also worried that if they told their parents first, the project would be stillborn. So they spontaneously agreed to keep it a secret.

When these parents learned of this, their first reaction was outrage, because it was simply too outrageous. Although they all admired the lively teaching method, that was only for performances within the academy. If it were performed in a restaurant, the nature of the performance would be completely different. This was a very lowly job, and those who did this job were either courtesans or servants. But when they learned that it was a charity performance to repay the emperor's favor, their change of attitude was so fast that they couldn't even react. They all gave their full support.

It's clear that there's nothing in this world that can't be done, regardless of its value. The key is how you do it, or more precisely, how many buffs you can stack.

Performing in restaurants is certainly a very lowly job these days, but if it's called a charity performance, it transcends low taste. If you add the bonus of sharing the emperor's burdens, it immediately rises to the level of national righteousness. Who would dare to disagree?

Is it wrong for us to repay the Emperor's kindness?

soon.

This matter became a hot topic, not because of "Dream of the Red Chamber" or Lin Daiyu, since most people had never heard of it and didn't take it seriously. It was all because of this group of students.

It seems unbelievable that a noble student would be singing at a restaurant.

The popularity is soaring.

The next day.

It was nearing noon, and several young scholars were seen walking on the streets of the West Market, looking around.

These people were Wu Chongwen, Yang Zhan, Xu Daoxuan, and Cen Wenzhi.

Xu Daoxuan asked, "Why are there so few people on this street?"

Yang Zhan said, "It's mealtime, how many people can there be?"

"Do we really need to lie and ask for leave just to support Wang Xiaoque and the others?" Cen Wenzhi asked, puzzled.

Yang Zhan quickly replied, "What are you talking about? We're here to see a joke."

Xu Daoxuan smiled and nodded, "If we don't see how those clowns make a fool of themselves on stage today, what fun will we have to tell when we get back?"

Cen Wenzhi then realized what was happening and nodded, saying, "So that's how it is."

Yang Zhan added, "If anything happens later, we'll stir things up from behind and make them stop acting. Ideally, we'll force them to take action so I can get revenge for the blow I received back then."

Cen Wenzhi said, "Then we'd better bring our weapons, lest we suffer the same loss as last time because we weren't armed."

Yang Zhan sneered, "Don't worry, I've already had my servants make all the arrangements. As soon as we start fighting, the weapons will be delivered to us immediately."

Last time during the group fight, he was beaten so badly by Huangfu Sengnian that he ran away with his head in his hands. He thought Jiang Yanbo would stand up for them, but who knew that a "capture and release" scene would happen and Wang Xi and the others would be completely unharmed.

This infuriated Yang Zhan, but there was nothing he could do, since even the emperor had intervened. However, he held a grudge and kept looking for an opportunity to take revenge.

Unexpectedly, this opportunity came so quickly.

He had already planned to cause trouble later, to make them unable to continue their act, and to force them to take action. This was not an unnamed academy, but a public place. Once a fight broke out, they would have no excuse.

Wu Chongwen also supported Yang Zhan's actions; they had come seeking revenge. At this moment, he was looking around anxiously, wondering, "Where exactly is this 'Fresh Delicacy'?"

They were very particular about social status and rank, and rarely came to the West Market. Moreover, Yi Xian Jue was not considered a big restaurant in the West Market, so they couldn't find a place for a while.

They were afraid of missing the best opportunity.

Yang Zhan suddenly pointed to a street on the left, "Isn't that the 'One Fresh Delicacies' restaurant?"

Wu Chongwen glanced at it and immediately headed in that direction.

However, the four of them stopped in their tracks before they even reached the door.

Cen Wenzhi exclaimed in surprise, "Wow, so many people!"

All that could be seen in front of the gate of the Fresh Absolute Gate was a sea of ​​people, shoulder to shoulder, a dense, dark mass!

Yang Zhan exclaimed excitedly, "This person is so kind! It will be easier to take action later."

Xu Daoxuan said in frustration, "But we can't get in at all!"

Yang Zhan sneered: "This is the West Market. Who would dare to stop us from entering the shop? Do they have a death wish?"

Knowing that he was eager for revenge, Wu Chongwen quickly said, "That's true, but we still need to be careful later. We learned this the hard way last time, so it's best to force them to make the first move. Before that, we must not get into any conflicts with others. At most, we can give them some more money to buy a seat inside."

Yang Zhan nodded and said, "Brother Wu, please rest assured, I know what to do."

After some discussion, the four of them immediately stepped forward.

"Hey! Excuse me, could you please move aside?"

Yang Zhan stepped forward and patted the person in front of him on the back.

For them, this was already very polite, after all, these were just ordinary people from the city.

Instantly, a dozen or so old faces turned around, looking at them with eyes that seemed to regard them as idiots.

When they saw those faces clearly, the four of them were horrified and took a step back in fright.

"Second uncle?"

"Uncle Linghu?"

"Uncle Guo?"

It turned out that those crowding in front of the door were not the common people they thought they were, but all the dignitaries of Chang'an, and some of them were even their uncles and elders.

What's your seniority? Why are you patting me on the shoulder?

Yang Zhan reacted quickly and immediately exclaimed excitedly, "This is outrageous! This little shop is so rude, making you, my second uncle, not even sit down. I'll go and talk to them right now!"

"Get out of my way! All of you, don't disturb our storytelling."

Yang Jing glared at him angrily, then ignored them and turned back to look inside.

"Good good!"

All that could be heard from inside were cheers and applause.

These old scoundrels also joined in the applause.

"Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!" Completely ignoring the few kids.

This?
what happened?

The four men looked at each other, completely bewildered, like monks at twenty feet tall.

Suddenly, someone called out from behind, "Brother Wu."

Wu Chongwen turned around and saw that it was Duanmu Yuan from the same courtyard. He couldn't help but say, "Duanmu, you're here too."

Duanmu Yuan laughed and said, "I arrived much earlier than you, but I still couldn't get a seat. I heard that Yi Xian Jue was already full as soon as it opened today."

Yang Zhan snorted, "So many people must be here to see a joke, right?"

Duanmu Yuan said, "Some people came to see the joke, but some uncles and elders came to see their son. However, as they listened, they all became fascinated."

Wu Chongwen asked in surprise, "Enchanted? What's going on with this storytelling?"

Their focus had been on Wang Xi and his group's performance; they hadn't really cared what they were performing. What kind of nonsense could Wang Xi and his group possibly put on?

“It’s just storytelling,” Duanmu Yuan said.

Cen Wenzhi said in bewilderment, "I don't believe that so many people would watch a story."

Everyone has heard the story; it must be incredibly exciting for such a scene to occur.

Duanmu Yuan shook his head and said, "I don't know either, because I didn't go in. But I heard that the stories they told were very different from the stories I had heard before. They were written in an extremely wonderful and captivating way."

Upon hearing this, Yang Zhan was overcome with grief and could not shed a tear.

Given this situation, how can they possibly cause trouble?

I must not avenge this great wrong!

Wu Chongwen frowned as he listened. If everyone's attention were drawn here, wouldn't the singing competition that his father had been preparing for be ruined?

Currently, the singing competition is still in the planning stages, which is essentially a warm-up, because Wu Xin hopes to hold a grand competition.

Baihualou, the largest restaurant in the West Market.

Chen Haihong, who had just returned from the Luoyang branch, stared in disbelief at the mere three or four tables of customers. "Customers? Where are my customers?"

It's noon!

what happened?
Is the West Market closed?
A bartender said sheepishly, "Master, all the customers have gone to Yi Xian Jue."

"A delicacy of unparalleled freshness?"

Chen Haihong immediately retorted angrily, "Nonsense! Even if you stuff all my customers into that little shop, it won't be able to hold them all!"

The bartender said dejectedly, "The boss is right, that's why there are still many customers leaning against the windows."

"???"

Chen Haihong was stunned for a moment, then glared at him and said, "Are you saying that guests would rather lie on the window of a fancy restaurant than come here?"

The bartender nodded.

"Could it be that Yi Xian Jue has come up with some new wine, or have they invited the Red Sleeves Flying Shoes and Midnight Rainbow Robes?"

The bartender said, "It's all because of Dream of the Red Chamber."

"Dream of the Red Chamber?"

Chen Haihong asked, "Is this the name of the wine?"

"No, it's the name of a story, and everyone's there listening to it."

"Want to hear a story?"

"Ah."

"Dream of the Red Chamber?"

"Ah."

Chen Haihong suddenly began to doubt the meaning of life.

It is said that some are happy while others are sad, but in today's West Market, no one is happy, including Yi Xian Jue.

At this moment, Bai Ningsu sat on the back door sill, her hands supporting her chin, listening intently to the story, while her father, Bai Siyong, was squeezed into a corner, listening attentively.

If you were to ask why the shopkeeper didn't keep accounts and why the cook didn't prepare the dishes...

In short, they couldn't fully utilize their abilities.

Don't tell me that everyone is too busy listening to stories to eat. Even if they were, sorry, the food can't be delivered.

His shop wasn't very big to begin with, and with so many people coming in, it was almost bursting at the seams. It was difficult to even turn around. Otherwise, why would Yang Jing have brought a small stool and been lying on the outside?

Yesterday's guests, who were enjoying the show, suddenly stopped listening. Today, they arrived early and attracted some customers as well.

The problem is that the students' fathers also came over, wanting to see what was going on.

Once the crowd grew, everyone flocked to the area.

They all came to watch the spectacle, but as they watched, they all became completely engrossed.

An ultimate novel with a novel performance style.

Each one is truly eye-catching.

The reason why so many nobles were standing outside was not because everyone sitting inside was a noble, nor because they were following the rules and willingly waited in line. Rather, they had thought the same as Yang Zhan: everyone in the West Market would give them a seat, and they all arrived right on time. However, when they finally arrived late, Yi Xian Jue was already completely packed with people. People couldn't get out, and they couldn't get in either. At the same time, they were so engrossed in listening that they could only take small stools and make do by sitting outside to listen.

Because there were so many people, Hongxiu, Wang Xi, and the others had to stay in the backyard.

Looking through the slightly ajar door at the person peering through the back window, Hongxiu couldn't help but feel frightened: "I never imagined that storytelling would be so popular."

Wang Xi, standing to the side, laughed and said, "Teacher, this is nothing. When our opera begins, it will be a true literary feast."

(End of this chapter)