Don't worry about traveling through time, she has an all-powerful senior sister to help her

"Uncle, many of those literati and scholars change their names to write storybooks. The practical thing is to earn money to support the family." Shen Lingzhu believed that his uncle would not be pedantic.

The most important thing is that my senior sister can also write popular and melodramatic words. She has seen them before. Anyway, they are all pen names, so it doesn’t matter if my senior sister writes on behalf of my uncle.

Shen Miaozhu said: "What Xiaozhu said is not wrong. The civil servants in the capital often pay money for writing poems, verses, inscriptions and biographies, etc. The money they receive has an elegant name, called writing fee.

Someone asked my uncle to write for me before, but now it’s not convenient for him to use his real name, so it doesn’t matter if he uses a pseudonym.”

Huang Zongqi looked left at the big one, right at the small one, and asked, "Really?"

"Of course it's true. Listen to the storyteller below telling you about 'Linjiangyi'. It was originally an adaptation of an opera, written by a great zaju playwright of the previous dynasty.

You've probably heard operas like "Baiyueting" and "Xiachenzhou" before, right? They were also written by literati. "Since the stage was about Linjiangyi, Shen Miaozhu simply listed some other repertoires from the same period.

Shen Lingzhu, who was standing next to him, knew that the last one was sung by Lao Bao, but she didn't know what the first two were about because she didn't listen carefully to the storyteller downstairs.

But Huang Zongqi knew about it, and he commented: "The song "Going Down to Chenzhou" is well sung, and Justice Bao stands up for the people, which is refreshing.

But Linjiangyi is not a good thing. I don’t like to hear that someone who abandoned his wife and children can be forgiven.

These two were definitely not written by the same person. Your uncle should not write Linjiangyi.

Shen Miaozhu smiled and nodded, "Like my uncle, I only like the first one. I'll tell my uncle later."

Then wait a minute, shall we ask the storyteller?"

"Hmm..." Huang Zongqi was still a little hesitant, and Shen Lingzhu shook his arm, "How about inviting the person up?"

"No, no, if you come up, you'll have to give me a lot of money.

It's not impossible to go down and ask him." Huang Zongqi decisively chose not to spend any money.

Shen Lingzhu made a V-sign with her senior sister, and then asked what Lin Jiangyi was talking about.

After Shen Miaozhu followed the storyteller's rhythm and told her the story, Shen Lingzhu shook her head to indicate that she didn't want to listen either.

As soon as she saw the storyteller leave, she immediately suggested going downstairs to find someone.

Later, when her uncle went backstage to look for the storyteller, she asked, "What story should we tell? Not everyone likes a talented scholar and a beautiful woman, and fighting for supremacy in the world is easy to be targeted.

After much thought, there seems to be only one that is popular.”

She looked sideways at her senior sister, and they both said two words: "Journey to the West."

Needless to say, this story is suitable for people of all ages. When Shen Miaozhu met the storyteller, she only asked him if he had heard of Monkey King’s Journey to the West to Eliminate Demons.

The storyteller said he had heard a little about it, but it was just a series of short stories without any chapters, so he had never told it.

Shen Miaozhu opened her mouth and told him the beginning, from the birth of the stone monkey to his departure to sea to become a disciple, and then ended abruptly.

The storyteller slapped his palm with his folding fan. "Great! I wonder if I could tell the rest of the story."

Shen Lingzhu: "How much is it?"

"If you can tell a story with more than ten chapters and only tell it to me, the reward for each chapter will be divided in half." The storyteller has been immersed in this business for many years, and he knows that many people will listen to this story just by hearing the beginning.

He suggested: "After I give each lecture, you can also print the manuscript."

"How much will half be?" Huang Zongqi didn't want to hear his empty talk.

Shen Lingzhu asked, "Does that mean we can get half of every speech you give from now on?"

The storyteller waved his hands repeatedly, "Of course not. Only the first five examinations of each section are divided into half, and that is half after the teahouse takes its cut. After that, I believe your book has been published.

If I continue to talk about it, it will encourage more people to buy books, and the profit sharing will no longer be carried out.

If there are ten sessions, I will have to give fifty lectures, which will take about two months.

I wonder how many chapters this story will take?"

"Ten sections." No matter how good Shen Miaozhu's memory was, it was impossible for her to remember all the 81 difficulties in the original work.

She only picked out a few interesting clips and recreated them.

"The old man hasn't said how much I can get yet." Huang Zongqi pressed on.

"Uncle..." Shen Lingzhu wanted to persuade him not to ask about his private matters, but the storyteller said, "It depends on how many guests are here and how many are generous.

In previous years, a good story would be worth at least half of the original amount.

The teahouse takes 20%, and we split the remaining 80% equally.

Of course, it is also possible that there are few people who give tips, and after a month,

"Two taels per family, fifty rounds...it's easy to make money!" Huang Zongqi couldn't help but sigh that people who can read will always earn more.

That’s right, most storytellers are literate, otherwise they would not be given the respectful title of Mr.

"I'm just kidding. This line of work requires great ventriloquism. Each person has a seat and a screen, and can easily earn 10 to 20 taels for each story." The storyteller did not have those skills.

Shen Lingzhu's eyes lit up when he heard this. He turned to look at his senior sister, his eyes full of: We can also perform the manuscript and find a teahouse to show off our ventriloquism skills.

The senior sister gave her a look in response: What we have is at best a voice actor's dubbing, which is a far cry from real ventriloquism.

Shen Miaozhu retracted her gaze, as she didn't want to sound too sincere, so she said, "How about this, ten days later, when we have the manuscript ready, we will come back to see you."

"Don't you have a finished draft for the first show? A half-draft will do." This means that the gentleman really wants it.

Shen Miaozhu: "No, I didn't write the manuscript. I need to go back and finish it."

Shen Lingzhu followed up: "What's your name, sir? How can I find you then? Will you still come to this teahouse?

Oh, my last name is Shen, and I’m from Shun County.”

"My surname is Liu, and you live in..." The storyteller gave the specific address and reluctantly saw them off.

Huang Zongqi, however, was unable to keep the matter to himself, and as he approached the north gate, he asked, "This is both a monkey and a demon. I can't tell it was written by your uncle."

"Uncle is not old-fashioned." Shen Lingzhu offered salt for his uncle.

Huang Zongqi's purpose was not to do this. He said, "If your uncle is unwilling to write more, I think Dazhuzi can write from the manuscript he remembered.

That sounds quite interesting. By the way, did the stone monkey find a master?

Shen Lingzhu couldn't help but laugh: "Yes, without becoming a disciple, this book can't be completed."

"Well, Dazhuzi, can you please continue your story and let the uncles listen more?" Huang Zongqi finally made his request.

This made Shen Lingzhu laugh, "Uncle, if my second sister remembered it clearly, she would have told the storyteller just now and earned back the money she earned today."

He then asked, "After your uncle finishes writing, can you let me be the first to show it to him?"

"I'm afraid you won't be able to get in line. The first person to hear it will definitely be your uncle's book." Shen Miaozhu didn't have too high expectations for her uncle.

Shen Lingzhu said, "It's okay, uncle. I'll tell you after I finish reading it, but you have to treat me to some big buns."

"I'll buy it now."

"No, no, the big buns next to the tea shop at the North City Gate are delicious."

Shen Lingzhu led his uncle, and after they arrived at the teahouse and thanked Zhang Ju and Shen Songzhu, they naturally went to the bun shop next door.

And when he bought two large bags of buns, Shen Lingjin sold the secret recipe of bean skin buns to the bun shop very successfully.