Liu Qinghuan had a clue in his mind.

Today she wanted to see whether the story was boring or the skills were not good enough.

She has a good story, but she has to pick a good person to tell it.

"Got it, thank you, bro."

Liu Qinghuan held the melon seeds in his hand and found a place to sit down in the corner of the brothel.

After the dancer left the stage, a pipa player came up. The instrument made a trickling sound, but his skills were not very good, which made Liu Qinghuan unhappy.

After two songs, Liu Qinghuan finally saw the storyteller from the morning come on stage.

She has a clever look, with clever double eyelids and thin lips, and seems to be quite talkative.

"Continuing from the previous sentence..."

The gentleman banged the gavel and started talking incessantly.

Liu Qinghuan had never heard of the story of General Qingguang breaking into the enemy camp alone and taking the head of the enemy general, and was fascinated by it for a moment.

After another bang of the gavel, "To know what happens next, please listen to the next episode."

The story ends abruptly when General Qingguang retrieves the enemy's head but is ambushed by his subordinates.

Isn’t this a good point?

Could the one in the afternoon come up with something interesting?

Liu Qinghuan glanced at the person next to her, and he looked really out of sorts, just like when she was listening to the pipa music just now.

"Hey, big sister, this teacher's lecture is very good, why is no one interested?" Liu Qinghuan grabbed a handful of melon seeds and gave them to the big sister next to him and asked.

"Well, we've been telling the story of General Qingguang's war with the Zhenguo for half a year now. Who has the heart to listen to it anymore?" The elder sister said with a smile. "Young ladies, you don't come here often, do you? That way you won't be bored. Wait for Mr. Xu to come this afternoon. He'll have a lot more to tell. He's currently telling the story of a scholar and a young lady. It's a favorite among you young ladies."

Liu Qinghuan understood and just smiled without saying anything.

When the gentleman came to her to ask for the reward, Liu Qinghuan put twenty coins on the gong.

Shen Mo took a look and thought, oh no, he’s hooked up with a rich man.

"Thank you, young lady."

Liu Qinghuan smiled at him. "I just listened to your book and found it quite interesting, but the stories are a bit old-fashioned. I happen to have some insights here. I wonder if you'd be interested in discussing them with me?"

Shen Mo's expression changed. After a moment's pause, he nodded and motioned Liu Qinghuan to go backstage.

"I wonder what your opinion is, young lady?" Shen Mo bowed, looking humble, but with a hint of wariness in his eyes.

"Sir, your storytelling skills are quite good, but you just don't have any good stories, otherwise you wouldn't be in this situation." Liu Qinghuan glanced at the gong that Shen Mo placed on the table.

Shen Mo: ...

It was quite miserable. I had to ask for rewards from every corner, and the total amount was only twenty-three cents.

The remaining twenty cents were given by the master in front of me.

Shen Mo had to run around four places every day, and his throat was dry from talking. At most, he could only earn a dozen cents a day.

"Don't laugh at me, girl. Storytellers also have their own rules. If you are not a master and disciple, you will be scolded if you tell someone else's story." Shen Mo suffered the loss of not having a master since he became a storyteller late in life.

He would have known about Old Man Xu's notebooks long ago, but would he dare? These notebooks are the lifeblood of this lineage, passed down from generation to generation. If you steal someone's notebooks and tell them, they will definitely kill you.

Only General Qingguang's book was distributed by the government for everyone to circulate, so he has something to say.

I've been saying this for half a year, don't you think he's annoying?

It's not that he hadn't thought about taking Old Man Xu as his master, but Old Man Xu refused to accept him.

After all, he is already capable of standing on his own. Recruiting an apprentice like this would serve no other purpose except stealing his food.