The best girl traveled through time and took the system to escape.

After Song Nan sent Hua Zhixia away, she began to think about who to tell about this journey to the west.

If you want to ask who to come, then naturally you have to let someone you can trust.

Among the nine households in Taojia Village, only a few people working in her shop were suitable.

The people who work in the shop often communicate with people from Lanyang County. Not only do they speak eloquently, they no longer have the accent from Jingzhou.

Song Nan narrowed his eyes when he thought of Song Youliang and Song Lin who were talking to customers in the store yesterday about what happened on their escape route.

They both seemed pretty good.

But Song Youliang was the person he trained to be the shopkeeper...

Wan Qingsi didn't need to stay there all day. The two of them came to the hot pot restaurant to help after finishing their work there.

It doesn't seem to matter if you are the shopkeeper or not.

Mainly, Song Lin is still a little behind in literacy.

Now that he had decided to let Song Youliang come, Song Nan did not delay and immediately went to the kitchen to call Song Youliang, who was helping to wash the pots, to an unoccupied private room on the second floor.

"I plan to add a storyteller to the hotpot restaurant... You should familiarize yourself with the storybook first. Don't read it out in the private room. Go home and practice it by yourself in the room."

Song Youliang took the script and read it patiently.

After reading it, he hesitated and said: "Master, I'm afraid I won't do it well. Do storytellers just read from this book? I've never seen a storyteller."

In previous years, Song Youliang would go to the town to work. Where had he seen the storyteller?

I have been to the county town twice, but both times I followed my family to buy and sell things.

This book was quite interesting to him, and he wanted to read the story behind it.But he didn't know how to tell the story, and he was worried that he would mess up the matter for his boss.

Song Nan waved his hand: "It's okay. There are storytellers in several teahouses and restaurants in the county. Don't come to the hot pot restaurant after you finish your work in Wan Qingsi these days. Go to those restaurants and teahouses one by one to listen to how they tell stories."

"I will reimburse you for the money you spent in restaurants and teahouses. When you go there, don't just listen to people's stories. You have to remember what actions they made, what their expressions were like, and what words they said and what their tone was. These are all things you need to remember. Remember it all and practice more when you go home."

"Uncle Liang, you are one of the most literate people in our shop. I believe you can do it well!"

Song Youliang: I don’t believe in myself a little.

But looking at Song Nan who trusted him so much, Song Youliang gritted his teeth and said, "Then leave it to me!"

Isn’t it just storytelling?

He knew the words in the book, but if he looked at how other people said the book, he still wouldn't believe that he couldn't understand it!

His boss even asked him to read the storyteller after selling shampoo. If he was given so much time, he would definitely understand it!

Seeing that Song Youliang was very confident, Song Nan took out two broken pieces of silver from the counter:

"Uncle Liang, you go now. Find out where there will be storytellers tomorrow and what time they are."

"I'd better leave this story book here with you. I'm worried about losing it. Give it to me when you return to the village." Song Youliang put the story book on the table, took the money and left the shop.

He didn't see Song Mu, who was "busy" settling accounts next to Song Nan, secretly shaking his head.

Weren't you worried just now?

Why do you believe that you can do it all of a sudden?

Here is Uncle Liang, who has been deceived by his employer.

Song Nan didn't care about this.

When you are a boss, don't you just assign tasks to your employees and then give them a try every now and then?

She's pretty good at this.

However, she is not one of those unscrupulous capitalists, and the wages she should pay will not be less, let alone wage arrears or salary deductions for no reason.

After Song Youliang found out what time the storytellers in the restaurants and teahouses would be telling stories tomorrow, he came back to help clean the hot pot restaurant.

While he was working, he was still recalling the contents of the script he had just read in his mind.

A story about a talking stone monkey seeking immortality?

It's actually quite novel.

When the group returned to Taojia Village, Song Youliang took the storybook from Song Nan and sat alone in the room reading the storybook.

Mrs. Zhuang came to see him working so hard and thought he wanted to continue studying for the imperial examination!

He took the eldest daughter-in-law and said, "Youliang just brought back a book. He opened it before entering the house. Do you think he wants to continue the scientific examination?"

Butcher Song's wife shook her head: "I'm not sure about this matter. Why don't you ask me?"

Her mother-in-law couldn't tell whether she was supportive or not, and she didn't dare to make random guesses.

Mrs. Zhuang nodded: "You have to ask. The science test costs a lot of money, but if he insists on taking the test, I won't stop him."

I'm just worried that the other three houses may have opinions...

Mrs. Zhuang knocked on the door and walked in. She saw Song Youliang mumbling something.

"The stone monkey shouted: Master! Master!"

"...You will be called Sun Wukong from now on!"

Mrs. Zhuang frowned. This didn't sound like the content of the scientific examination.

Instead it's like...

"There is food, what are you looking at?"

Song Youliang stopped talking and replied: "I'm reading the storybook, mother."

"Script?" Mrs. Zhuang almost lost her balance, but fortunately she didn't forget to hit the wooden floor with her cane.

She thought the child was reading because he wanted to take a science test, but she didn't expect that he was reading a storybook!

"What are you doing reading a storybook? If you don't have the time, you might as well learn how to be a good shopkeeper! This storybook is full of made-up stories. It's too expensive to buy it with money."

Mrs. Zhuang complained a few words, and then thought of the way her son was obsessed with reading the storybook just now, and quickly said: "I bought everything... If you want to read it, don't read it in the store. You can take the wages Nan Yatou gave you." , Don’t do stupid things!”

Song Youliang smiled and said, "Mom, I didn't buy this book, it was given to me by my employer."

"My boss wants me to tell stories in a hot pot restaurant. Aren't I familiarizing myself with the content of this story book? Tomorrow I will go to a restaurant and teahouse to see how people tell stories, and then I can go home and practice on my own."

Mrs. Zhuang said nervously: "Storytelling? Ouch! Nan Yatou asked you to tell stories? Then can you still do the job of the shopkeeper? You won't be replaced, right?"

The storyteller job hasn't been settled yet. If it doesn't work out, will his job as the shopkeeper be gone?

Song Youliang explained: "The shopkeeper's job naturally has to be done. After I sell out the shampoo, I will go to other places to read storytellers. The boss has said that in the future, even if I am a storyteller, I will only go to the hot pot shop after selling out the shampoo. .”

"That's fine, that's fine."

Mrs. Zhuang stroked her chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then keep reading, keep going."

"Your mother and I have never heard of a storyteller, so I can't help you much... You can't go to a restaurant or teahouse without ordering something. Mother will go and get some money for you."

Song Youliang said weakly: "My boss gave me money."

"What kind of job is this? You are here to learn your skills. Your family should provide the money. Tomorrow you will return the money to Nan Yatou. You have to do my only job well!"

But they didn't expect that something would go wrong on the first day Song Youliang went to read the storyteller.