Just then, a waiter ran over and told him that someone was outside requesting an audience.

Then came a burly man with a thick beard, gray hair, and a somewhat hoarse voice.

"Shopkeeper, I have a story here. I wonder if you dare to adapt it into a story and let it be spread?"

The shopkeeper asked curiously, "I wonder what kind of taboo story it is?"

The man briefly recounted the events.

The shopkeeper shook his head as he listened.

"I'm sorry, old man, this story reflects the sanitation department, and nobody knows how deep the water is in here."

Chen Xian said calmly, "Yes, I understand."

No dragging things out.

He turned and left.

The shopkeeper was somewhat bewildered, having come and gone in a flurry.

Just as the old man turned to leave, a piece of paper fell out of his robe.

The shopkeeper called out to him several times, but he seemed not to hear.

The old man quickly disappeared into the street.

The shopkeeper, somewhat curious, started cutting up the paper.

The paper I've been writing on lately is covered with countless tiny characters.

[Text: During the Northern Song Dynasty, a man named Bianliang (Kaifeng) lived a peaceful and prosperous life, ruled by an upright emperor and wise ministers. Alas, the Western Xia invaded, bringing calamity to the Central Plains!]

In March, everything comes back to life.

The streets were cleaned.

A woman was thrown onto a large table, which was surrounded by cloth.

The woman was curled up in a ball, tears streaming down her face, her mouth gagged, her body bound tightly like a rice dumpling...

The white-browed man frowned. "A wedding doesn't look like a wedding? There's no music or fanfare, what's going on?" he thought. Suddenly, he called out, "Waiter, what's happening over there?"

The shopkeeper frowned and continued reading, but then abruptly stopped.

That's all?

I was drawn in by the story without even realizing it.

I was shocked to discover this.

This style of writing seems naturally suited for adaptation into storytelling, and it also has a storytelling element!

The shopkeeper frantically ran into the street, searching everywhere for the person and looking around.

He searched all over the country, working up a sweat, but still couldn't find the person.

Dejected, he prepared to go back.

But then an old man blocked his way, smiling and asking, "Are you looking for me, shopkeeper?"

The shopkeeper looked both amused and exasperated, seemingly understanding the old man's plan.

"Name your price, buddy?"

Chen Xian shook his head, "I won't take a single penny."

The shopkeeper's brow twitched, and he said, both amused and exasperated, "Brother, are you putting our Xuan Nan Academy on the hot seat of the fire?"

I steeled myself and prepared to refuse.

What a pity!

What a wonderful storytelling performance.

A calm voice came from behind.

"Each episode is 35 minutes long, and there are 320 episodes in total."

"How much?!" A shrill, high-pitched voice, like a croaking duck's, rang out.