Chapter 507 There's a Ghost

"Well, you can give this script to the storyteller later and ask him to start telling the story tomorrow."

"Yes, Boss. With your storybook, the teahouse's profits have increased several times. These stories are really attractive."

Zhou Xiangrong smiled as expected, "Work hard, and you will get benefits in the future."

"Don't worry, sir. I'm sure that none of the teahouses on this street can rival us. Once we outlast them, they will all come to our place."

Zhou Xiangrong shook his head and said, "You can't do long-term business just by relying on stories in a book. Have you used everything I gave you before?"

"Go back to the boss and use them all."

"Well, use it as I say. Don't act on your own. You won't be able to afford it if something goes wrong."

The shopkeeper responded solemnly, "Don't worry, sir. I will follow your rules and will never do anything wrong."

Zhou Xiangrong nodded in satisfaction, "I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

"Yes, I will take the master out."

As soon as Zhou Xiangrong left, Su Ying came out from the next room.

Su Ying glanced at the script in the shopkeeper's hand, thought about it, and followed Zhou Xiangrong.

After leaving the teahouse, Zhou Xiangrong went to a jewelry shop, a cloth shop, and even a herbal medicine shop. It was like a lion patrolling its territory.

Su Ying was right. This girl was truly extraordinary.

But this only shows that Zhou Xiangrong is smart and bold, and it does not mean that there is anything wrong with her owning these industries. After all, her biological mother also had a dowry.

Su Ying followed for a while, then felt it was boring and turned away.

However, since it was a rare opportunity for her to leave the palace, Su Ying did not go back immediately. Instead, she went to the teahouse where she had just been and sat in the inner hall to listen to storytelling.

Su Ying was afraid that Zhou Qing and the others would have to wait too long, so she went back to the alley and brought Zhou Qing over.

A storyteller in Confucian robes came to the center of the small stage in the teahouse. He straightened his body, flipped the book in his hand and started talking.

"Let's talk about the last time when Sun Wukong made trouble in Heaven..."

Su Ying sat down and ate melon seeds with great interest, watching the storyteller who was telling the story in a very moving and emotional way and found it quite interesting.

"Have you heard this story before?" Su Ying asked, nudging Zhou Qing.

Zhou Qing shook his head. Although he was a spy, he was not a person who was completely out of touch with normal life. Most of the time, he lived like an ordinary person and went to the teahouse to listen to stories.

"Madam, this story sounds very different. I have never heard it before."

Su Ying also...

Su Ying frowned slightly, she seemed to have heard this story before.

But since she was born, only two people have told her stories. One was Am, but she was sure that the stories Am told were not like this. The other was her ancient martial arts comrade-in-arms. She knew a lot of different things and told her many more stories.

Su Ying looked at the storyteller and listened attentively. The more she listened, the more familiar the story seemed to her. But to be honest, she was not sure whether her comrades had told her this story before.

It would be interesting if they were telling the same story.

Su Ying sat there until the storyteller finished his story and when everyone had left, she walked up to the storyteller.

"The story you just told is really interesting." Su Ying took two pieces of silver and placed them in front of the storyteller, "Take this and buy some tea to moisten your throat."

The insignificant change was the storyteller's income for several months. His expression relaxed. "Thank you for the tip, madam. If you like it, come and listen to my story tomorrow. The rest of my story is even more exciting."

"Did you make up this story yourself?"

The storyteller was an honest man. He shook his head when he heard Su Ying ask him this: "How can I have such ability? These words were originally given to me by the shopkeeper. I am just a storyteller."

This reminded Su Ying of the conversation between Zhou Xiangrong and the shopkeeper. At that time, Zhou Xiangrong said that he had given the shopkeeper a new script.

Su Ying tapped the table with her fingertips, thanked the storyteller, and left with Zhou Qing.

"Madam, do you think the story is so interesting that you can't wait to know the sequel?" Zhou Qing asked curiously.

Su Ying slowly shook her head, "I'm just a little confused. It's getting late, let's go back to the palace first."

"yes."

Su Ying selected the old site of the academy. After the Ministry of Works made a renovation plan, it presented it to Xiao Jin. Xiao Jin wrote and began the renovation of the academy.

The Queen Mother ordered that the repairs be completed as soon as possible, so the Ministry of Works worked day and night and did not dare to slack off at all. Even when it was dark, they had to use lanterns to do everything they could.

"Why does the Queen set up such a girls' academy? Those girls only know how to embroider and play the piano, but do you expect them to become officials after learning so much?"

"That's right, the woman can read now, and she's going to stick her tail up in the air. Let me see, this is all in vain."

"Hurry up and shut up. If this gets to the Queen's ears, you'll be in big trouble. Why do you care what the Queen wants? Now that your superiors have given you a job and paid you, just do it honestly. Why are you talking so much nonsense?" The foreman heard the two people's discussion and stepped forward with a serious face to interrupt them.

The two were so frightened that they fell silent and dared not say another word.

The academy is actually quite well preserved. The Ministry of Works has already sent people to take a look and confirmed that there are no problems with the beams and the overall structure of the house. All that needs to be done is some internal plastering and painting of the walls.

After the two workers finished painting the walls of the house, they stood up and stretched tiredly.

"Finally finished, Third Brother, are you okay? Go back and take a rest, or you won't be able to get up tomorrow morning."

"Alright, alright."

After the two men made sure there were no more problems with the wall, they packed up their tools and left the house.

“Woo woo woo~~”

As soon as the two walked out, they heard a cry.

The two men stopped and looked around in confusion. They were the last to arrive. When they came out, no one was in the other houses. The whole yard was pitch black except for two lanterns hanging at the door.

"Old Three, did you hear any sound?"

The third brother felt a chill on his back.

He swallowed hard, "But, maybe it was windy at night, and what we heard was the sound of the wind. You, you kid, don't be suspicious, hurry up and go first, go, go!"

“Wuwuwu…”

But as soon as the two of them moved, they heard another burst of sad crying coming from the next room where they came out.

"Damn it, I don't believe it. How could it be playing tricks?" Li Laoer spat, turned around and walked towards the room with the lantern in his hand.

This was also a teaching building with newly painted walls. Li Laoer shone a lantern inside, but there was nothing there.

"Tui! You have nothing to scare me!" Li Laoer sneered, turned around and was about to leave with the lantern in his hand. Suddenly, a white figure floated in front of him, revealing a bloody mouth.

"Ah! There's a ghost!"

(End of this chapter)