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This teahouse was originally opened by Zhou Chenli for fun. The location was good but the place was too big. He had never decided what to do with it, so he simply cleaned it up, bought some tables and chairs, and opened the teahouse.

Because the prices in the teahouse are affordable, many people around here like to come here when they have nothing to do, listen to books, drink some tea, chat with their neighbors, brag, and gossip.

The teahouse is jokingly called the "common people's club" by these old tea drinkers and is quite well-known among the surrounding people.

The business has been neither good nor bad, and the monthly income is only enough to cover staff expenses.

Although Zhou Chenli did not expect to make a lot of money from the teahouse, he did not want to ask questions here. After all, it was the property of his Duke's Mansion.

Zhou Chenli was sitting at the door listening to a book, holding a bowl of tea and enjoying the cool breeze.

Oh, he was tired of listening to it. No matter how good the story was, it was enough after hearing it several times in a row. There was no other way, he had to take care of his own family affairs.

The storyteller on the stage was performing with all his might, and the audience below the stage were listening with their eyes wide open and their mouths grinning.

There was no way. The story of Monkey King was so funny that I wanted to laugh but didn't dare to make any sound. I could only stand there with my mouth grinning foolishly and laughing silently.

The people outside the teahouse also felt that they had a great time listening to the monkey because no one disturbed them. The monkey was so nice.

But they came at the right time. With the Duke here to keep the peace, no one was making any noise, and they could hear clearly even from outside. It was really the right decision to come.

Just as everyone inside and outside the house was listening attentively and enjoying the performance, someone below the stage shouted "Good!"

As soon as the word "OK" fell, a security guard came out from under the stage, grabbed the collar and dragged out a thin old man in a gray robe.

The guard grabbed the old man and warned him, "Don't scream, or I'll beat you to death!"

The old man was so frightened that he stopped shouting immediately.

He is so old, he didn't mean to cause trouble, he just cheered out of habit, and couldn't help but shout out when he heard something exciting.

This is wrong! It's outrageous!

The storyteller saw someone being carried out on the stage, paused briefly, and then continued telling the story.

When he came on stage just now, the shopkeeper told him not to worry about what happened and just continue talking.

Seeing the storyteller continue to tell the story, the audience below no longer paid attention to what had just happened and continued to listen to the story attentively.

The cheering old man was carried backstage by the guards. Steward Qian stood there with a smile and bowed to the old man: "Sir, I'm sorry for being so slow. If everyone cheered, this place would be in chaos again. I hope you don't mind and listen backstage for a while."

After saying this, he handed the old man a tea bowl, but did not give him a stool.

The old man held the hot tea bowl and found a spot against the wall backstage, where he stood and listened for the whole night.

The storyteller banged his gavel, and the story came to an end.

The storyteller on stage glared at the audience...why wasn't anyone applauding? No one was saying a word. What did that mean? Was my storytelling bad?

Below the stage, the audience looked around, and no one dared to lead the applause. Didn’t you see that the old man who had just cheered was taken backstage and hasn’t come out yet?

At this time, Steward Qian, the owner of the teahouse, and a group of guards and yamen runners led the applause: "Well, that's very well said. Do it again."

There were even yamen runners who could whistle, and they blew the whistle with all their might, making the sound resound throughout the teahouse.

The people in the audience finally understood and started cheering.

The teahouse also became lively, and the audience let go completely, with cheers, screams, and whistles all mixed together.

There were also young girls and wives who threw flowers and handkerchiefs onto the stage to the storyteller, and people who brought eggs, tea, and fruit snacks.

If the speaker in this teahouse is good, he will receive these simple gifts. Although the gifts are not valuable, they are the audience's recognition of the speaker.

The happy storyteller stood on the stage and kept bowing to the audience below.

Soon, the front of the stage was filled with various small gifts, including a large basket, which was a gift given to the gentleman by the audience outside.

Everyone collected their gifts together, found a clever young man, walked in through the back door, and gave them to the storyteller. The storyteller was deeply moved.

The old man who cheered also returned to his seat. Seeing that he was fine, everyone asked him where he had been.

The old man said: "Well, it's nothing. They just don't allow applause. They say it will disrupt the place. People outside can't hear it. I was listening backstage. The butler even gave me a cup of tea."

The old man didn't dare mention that he had been standing all night.

The storyteller went down to rest. Steward Qian came to the stage and raised his voice and said, "To ensure that everyone can hear the story, no noise or applause is allowed during the performance. After the performance, you can shout whatever you want."

As soon as Butler Qian finished speaking, a scream came from outside: "Okay, thank you, Duke. You are wise."

It turns out that the Duke did not allow the people inside to cheer in order to take care of the people who were listening to the story outside. The Duke was so wise.

The day before yesterday, they started fighting because of the cheers from inside, which prevented any of them from hearing the story of Monkey King.

I heard that the restaurant repeated it three times in a row before stopping, but they didn't even hear it once, which made them very anxious.

Ordinary people must first ensure they have enough food and clothing, but they don’t have the spare money to go to a restaurant to listen to stories.

The teahouse was the same as the restaurant. The storyteller told the story twice more in a row, and the audience finally went home feeling satisfied.

From then on, all the audiences in the teahouse knew that they were not allowed to applaud while listening to stories in the teahouse, otherwise they would easily be dragged out.

Zhou Jiyuan has been in an excited state ever since he returned home from listening to a story in the restaurant.

Every day he keeps asking to go to the restaurant to listen to stories. I don’t have any special ideas, I just think there are a lot of people there and it’s interesting.

Xu Miao and his wife discussed it and decided that although Zhou Jiyuan hadn't fully recovered yet, he couldn't stay in the backyard all the time. It would be good for his health to go out for a walk occasionally.

In the backyard, apart from the wife, Xu Miao had a group of maids, old women, and few servants.

Xu Miao felt that Zhou Jiyuan would become a foster mother if he always stayed with women.

I discussed with my wife and decided to let Zhou Jiyuan go out for a walk every few days, just to get some fresh air and get in touch with new people and things.

The lady thought about it and it made sense. When she was pregnant with Zhou Jiyuan, she had been hoping for a daughter. When Zhou Jiyuan was born, she saw that it was a son and was depressed for several days.

When Zhou Jiyuan was a child, his wife raised him as a girl. Whenever she had nothing to do, she would dress Zhou Jiyuan in a girl's dress, tie his hair into pigtails, and take him out.

Otherwise, the emperor would not like Zhou Jiyuan so much. When Zhou Jiyuan was a child, his wife dressed him up as a girl and brought him to the palace. The emperor thought he was cute and always liked to hold Zhou Jiyuan and play with him.

Later, the Duke felt that this would easily lead to his son being spoiled, so he stopped his wife from doing this.

Fortunately, Zhou Jiyuan was not raised to be a sissy. The main reason was that Zhou Jiyuan really lacked the potential to be a sissy, and no matter how he was raised, he would not go wrong.