Puluozhou, Fengyang City, Tingyu Teahouse.
The storyteller Yumian Sala took a sip of tea, tidied up his fan and handkerchief, picked up the wake-up stick, and was about to start reading.
Li Banfeng came closer, spewing steam, and shouted angrily, "Get me out of the record player before you start reading!"
Zhao Xiaowan comforted him, "Husband, if you are really in a hurry to get out, you still need the engine oil."
Ban Feng refused: "The engine oil will never be added!"
The face is not big and he advises: "Apply more oil, maybe it will slide out."
Mu Yuejuan still didn't quite understand: "Seventh Master, how did you get trapped in the record player?"
Li Banfeng snorted and said, "I can't blame you. You are not good at learning skills, but you force me to find a way out. I have shed blood and sweat, and left important things behind. In this critical moment, I can only go to my wife!"
Zhao Xiaowan poked Banfeng with a finger: "How dare you say that? Is that the blood and sweat you left behind?"
Ban Feng snorted, "It's an important thing anyway!"
Zhao Xiaowan touched the speaker of the record player and said, "When you come out, go push the cart and sell your wares.
Li Banfeng shook the loud speaker and said, "Let's leave the truck to the peddler."
The peddler looked around and found that the goddess had not yet arrived. He waved his hands and said, "I still want to be the mountain god. I'll leave this hawking business to you two."
He Jiaqing was a little unconvinced: "At first I thought I was the protagonist, Jade-faced Sala, I was also a generation of heroes, the king of the world, the story of the four quarters, don't you like it?"
Jade-faced Sala waved her fan and smiled: "It's good to be powerful, but I prefer the worldly life. I like the steamed buns at Haichiling, the newspapers at Heishipo, the study at Moxiangdian, the grocery store at Yaowanggou, and I also like Kudaikan..."
A guest said with tears in his eyes: "I like it too!"
Another guest shouted, "Yamian Sala, we like your books. If you have a new book, please let us know."
Jade-faced Sala stood up again, walked to the front of the stage, bowed deeply, looked at the guests and said:
“I started writing the book in October of the previous year, and it took me 20 months to finish it. Along the way, all my dear readers have supported me, protected me, loved me, helped me, and led me all the way to where I am today.
I don’t know anything. I’m just a storyteller. I really don’t know what blessing I have earned in this life to meet the best reader in the world.
Dear readers, please allow me to bow once more and thank you for your deep friendship!"
A guest shouted, "Just remember it, open the book quickly, we are all waiting!"
"Okay!" Yumian Sala slapped the wake-up stick, "Eleven states, three thousand countries, countless good stories, everyone, wait a moment, I will start the book right away!"
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