In that inn full of hacks

After the location of the store was selected, Chen Mo left everything to Wang Tianze and his wife to take care of, and went to Nanping City to pick up his apprentices. When he arrived in Nanping, he saw Han Qin'er, mother and daughter frowning, talking with Xiaokang.

Chen Mo asked Xiaokang strangely: "Shouldn't you show your presence in front of Eggy now? Why are you here?"

Eggy poked her head out of Xiaokang's arms and said, "I'm here. Sister-in-law Han said there was trouble here and she didn't know what to do. Brother Kangkang brought me here."

"What happened."

"Blame me for getting involved in the inn." Sister-in-law Han felt a little guilty: "Seeing that the Li family failed to force me to hand over Qin'er, and the tavern was beginning to rejuvenate, they opened a tavern opposite, selling some old wines, and the price was half cheaper than ours. , and they also have wine to assist cultivation, and the price is much cheaper than us."

When Chen Mo heard it, the price was half as low as selling it at a loss. The Li family was determined to kill the mother and daughter of the Han family. Such people deserved to lose their children and grandchildren.

"Don't worry, how is the renovation of our tavern now?"

Xiaokang took out the shop drawings he drew and said: "You told us that we sell wine and vegetables here, so Mrs. Han separated a room outside the shop to sell vegetables and fruits produced in our backyard. The business is very good, and the shop is still a tavern. , selling wine and tea, there are a few rooms upstairs for drunk guests to rest, the reputation of our Happy Inn has spread far and wide, people in Nanping City also recognize it, it’s just that the Li family has made such a fuss, people who come to buy wine Only some old customers from the previous tavern are left."

Chen Mo pondered for a while and said: "It's understandable. After all, the price of old wine is not low. Of course, charging only half the usual price can attract many customers, but they will definitely lose money. Even if the Li family has a rich family, they can't afford them. Such a toss."

"This is easy." Lin Hanzhi said, "Just let the two older brothers in front of Li San know that Mrs. Li did this just to get Li San a concubine to go home. There are many discords among rich families, and the other two young masters don't care. They will lose their property just to get a concubine for their younger brother, even if they don't care, their wives may not be willing."

Chen Mo waved his hand: "Then I will leave this matter to you, remember to change your face, don't let people think of it here."

"No problem, it's a trivial matter." Lin Hanzhi left confidently.

Eggy squatted in Xiaokang’s arms and ate melon seeds when others were talking. The little pointed mouth ate melon seeds very quickly and very neatly. Liu Yunchi, who was also eating next to him, couldn’t keep up with his speed. Liu Yunchi always thought he was eating There is no one in the world, but eating grapes is not as good as silver snakes, and eating melon seeds is not as good as balls, which is quite a blow.

After defeating Liu Yunchi, Eggy felt bored, lay on Xiaokang's arms and said, "Brother Kangkang, I'm sleepy, I want to listen to a story."

"Okay, I'll tell you later." Xiaokang stood up holding Dandan, "Then I'll go and put him to sleep first, and I'll come over if I have something to do."

Chen Mo nodded and said, "Go, go."

Liu Yunchi, who had no opponent, began to babble: "Damn, you listen to stories when you eat, you listen to stories when you sleep, and you listen to stories even when you go to the bathroom. Xiaokang's story has been told hundreds of times, and he is not tired of it." .”

Chen Mo's eyes lit up, he likes to listen to stories, this matter can be further developed: "Sister-in-law Han, is there any storyteller in the teahouse here?"

"Yes." Sister-in-law Han replied, "But there are not many good things to say, and it's not easy to please. The one who said the best, Mr. Cheng, has retired now."

"Choose the best one to invite, just say we have a new story." Chen Mo is sure that he can invite a good storyteller, and it is the same in modern times. When an artist's reputation reaches a certain height, money may not be able to impress him. Yes, but a good work that suits his taste will definitely move his heart.

Han Qin'er asked strangely: "Master, although our tavern also sells tea, we still drink a lot after all. What kind of storyteller are you inviting? If you want to invite it, it's a teahouse."

Chen Mo smiled mysteriously: "If you find it strange, others will also find it strange. Wouldn't someone come to your door? Since you are here, if you think the story is good, why don't you keep the person? Let me tell you a little, I plan to ask him to tell it." In this story, there is a person named Nezha."

"Nezha!" Han Qin'er exclaimed, "It's that bastard from the Li family."

"Of course not. The Nezha I was talking about turned out to be a fairy later on, much better than the persecutor who persecuted you. Go and get me a pen and paper."

Han Qin'er brought the pen and paper half-believingly, Chen Mo opened up his posture and started to write the story, Liu Yunchi said disgustedly: "Hey, you are missing a stroke here, and there are several strokes in that word, I said you broke the word when you were young It’s a blessing not to be beaten to death by Master.”

Chen Moli is very upright. My young master, a modern person who can't even write simplified characters well, can write it for you. You can choose whatever you want. Teachers in modern society dare to beat students, that is called corporal punishment, and they will be scolded friends.

Liu Yunchi complained for a while and stopped talking. After reading the story, he became fascinated. This story is really fresh, and he has never read it since he grew up.

After writing a few pages, Chen Mo stopped writing and began to organize, Liu Yunchi began to call out: "Why did you stop, write quickly, did that Daji go or not? It's at the key point, why did you stop?"

Chen Mo sorted out the manuscript and handed it to Han Qin'er, saying: "Sister-in-law Han goes with Qin'er and shows the storyteller the manuscript."

Liu Yunchi complained: "You stop writing when you get excited. It's good if people don't drive you out. Do you still expect people to come out?"

Chen Mo taught in a serious manner: "You don't understand this, you stop at the key point to hook others who want to look down."

Liu Yunchi was right when he thought about it, his appetite was lifted, and he still felt itchy when he couldn't see behind.

Sister-in-law Han hesitated: "That Mr. Cheng is closing the door to thank guests now. There are many people who want him to read the manuscript, and they can't hand it in at all."

"Easy to handle." Chen Mo took out the voice-transmitting water bottle and connected to Changfeng City Inn: "Hello? Donna, don't you say that there is a young man who is helping you with a very loud voice? You bring him to Nanping."

In the time for a cup of tea, Dana brought his apprentices over. The apprentices bowed shyly to everyone. Chen Mo stuffed the manuscript into his hands, handed him a water elixir and said, "Follow Mrs. Han place, when you arrive, read this manuscript, eat this, it’s good for your throat.”

"Oh." The apprentice obediently stuffed the fruit into his mouth and ate it, then licked his mouth quietly. It was delicious.

"Come with me." Sister-in-law Han took the little apprentice to prepare gifts to visit Mr. Cheng.

Chen Mo didn't have the nerve to ask when confronted by others, and only when he saw the person had left did he ask Dana: "Are you sure he's the one with the loudest voice? He's so introverted and so obedient, how loud can his voice be?"

"Don't underestimate him. The mother of Miss Wen the day before yesterday came to make trouble again. This child stood at the door and quarreled with the old lady for more than half an hour. His voice attracted all the soldiers guarding the gate. Sound, the city walls were shaken to dust."

Liu Yunchi leaned forward and said, "I was there that day. The young man is really powerful. Not only is his voice loud, but he is also very powerful. He almost pissed off Mrs. Wen to death."

Chen Mo was in a very responsible mood. In the past, he only heard about Meng Jiangnu crying to the Great Wall, but he didn't expect that quarreling would also risk knocking down the city wall. If the government really fell, would the government make him lose money? It would cost a lot of money.

The waiting time was extremely long. Liu Yunchi began to pester Chen Mo to finish writing the following story, and Chen Mo just quit. He could bear it after writing paragraph by paragraph. Wouldn’t it be fatal to write all of them at once? So many words had to be written by hand. In the end, I couldn't stand being entangled, so I directly told the ending.

Liu Yunchi's expression changed for a long time, he gritted his teeth and said, "You're ruthless!"

Liu Yunchi has a problem. He doesn’t want to listen to the story after he knows the ending. That’s why he doesn’t understand that Dandan likes to listen to the same story over and over again. Chen Mo just expresses his personal preference for this habit, but it’s still very useful at critical moments. .

Seeing that Liu Yunchi was quiet, Chen Mo spread out his pen, ink, paper and inkstone to start writing the next story. Liu Yunchi asked puzzledly, "I've been pestering you for a long time and refused to write. What are you writing now?"

"Write the next paragraph first, otherwise Mr. Cheng will come to see the manuscript later."

Liu Yunchi was noncommittal: "Are you so sure that he will come?"

"Of course." Chen Mo smiled confidently. This is a famous work that has been passed down for many years and has been remade many times.

As expected by Chen Mo, Mrs. Han and the others successfully invited Mr. Cheng back. After the meeting, Mr. Cheng didn't allow them to introduce themselves, and asked the follow-up of the story directly. His eager mood was like a child waiting outside the delivery room. The father who came out, Chen Mo could tell that this Mr. Cheng really loves storytelling, and happily handed over a part of the manuscript he had just written.

After Mr. Cheng got the manuscript, he sat on the chair and flipped through it. After reading it in one breath, he raised his eyes and looked at Chen Mo with hope. Chen Mo took a step back instinctively and said, "Don't look at me. Tavern storytelling, I can write a paragraph to you every day."

"This..." Mr. Cheng regained his haughty expression, stroked his beard and said nothing.

Chen Mo didn't rush him, but just sat aside.

"What's the name of this story?"

"Fengshenbang." Chen Mo picked up his teacup and took a sip: "You can try it first, and if you are not satisfied, you can leave at any time. I guarantee that this story will only be told to one gentleman first, even if other gentlemen will remember it later. If you don’t have a story to tell a new one, I will give you other new stories to tell.”

Mr. Cheng was a little moved: "Let me think about it."

Mr. Cheng's reaction was within Chen Mo's expectations: "Of course, but please give us an answer as soon as possible, we can't delay."

Mr. Cheng didn't go home, but went to the rest room prepared for the guests to think about it. Liu Yunchi asked Chen Mo quietly: "Are you sure?"

Chen Mo replied confidently: "Of course, don't worry."