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

The officer was speechless.

I didn’t ask you to pay hundreds of taels of silver. Do you know how many taels the Jiang family lost last time?

"You still have to sit in jail. I will send someone to your house later to ask for money from your family..."

Naturally, he wouldn't let her go without the compensation.

Soon, Yang Tao was taken away.

The chief yamen officer looked at Song Nan and the restaurant owner: "When his family comes with the money, I will personally deliver it to you two."

After saying that, he left.

Song Nan:......

Song Youliang:...

50 taels of silver!

50 two!

Is this just a compensation?

Song Nan pursed her lips. Is it possible that what she just said was five taels of silver?

Do you seem so unreasonable?

After asking Song Lin to take Song Youliang to the medical clinic, Song Nan returned to the hotpot restaurant.

From this day on, everyone in Lanyang County knew that Miss Song, the owner of Wanqingsi, was extremely defensive. Anyone who offended anyone in her shop had offended her.

So in the next few days, Song Youliang went to various restaurants and teahouses to eat, drink, read and listen to books. The shopkeepers and waiters were extremely polite to him.

People in these restaurants and teahouses also noticed that Shopkeeper Song, who had long silk hair, liked to listen to books, and asked them every day if there would be anyone reading books the next day.

Therefore, every time someone told a story, they would reserve a table at the front and wait for Shopkeeper Song to come.

But who would have thought that shopkeeper Song wouldn’t be here in a few days!

Just when the shopkeepers of these restaurants and teahouses were confused, they heard that Boss Xiao Song's hot pot restaurant had a new table of storytellers!

And the storyteller was none other than Shopkeeper Song, who had been running to places like these every day in the past few days!

"What? Doesn't Shopkeeper Song like to listen to people tell stories? Why is he telling stories himself?"

"Is it possible that he likes storytelling? Did he come here to learn it?"

After hearing the news, all the shopkeepers sent people to the hot pot restaurant to see if the news was true or false.

But none of the guys sent there came back, even the guys sent later to look for the person didn’t come back either!

These shopkeepers can only do it themselves.

As soon as I walked not far outside the hot pot restaurant, I saw a lot of people outside the hot pot restaurant, standing on tiptoes to look inside.

And the guys they sent were among them.

"...The stone monkey can walk and jump. When he is thirsty, he drinks some spring water in the mountain. When he is hungry, he goes up the mountain to find some fruits to eat... It is said that one day, the weather was very hot, and the monkeys wanted to avoid the hot weather... Find the source of that waterfall and worship it as your king!"

"...Ah hahaha, I'll go, I'll go! The stone monkey jumped into the waterfall with his eyes closed!"

"..."

"...Hey! What do you think?"

"You can see a fairy cave from a distance! But the door of the cave is tightly closed... Lingtai Fangcun Mountain Xie Yue Sanxing Cave..."

"...The Monkey King jumped and said: Hehehe, I have a name! My name is Wukong..."

Ok?

and then?

"Has this stone monkey learned any magic from the gods?"

"What's the stone monkey called? He has a name. He's called Sun Wukong!"

"So has he learned anything? Can he turn stone into gold? One step can make a thousand miles?"

People in the hot pot restaurant started discussing with each other, and everyone wanted to know whether the stone monkey named Sun Wukong had learned the magic as he wished.

But the storyteller was still drinking tea and had no intention of opening his mouth.

"Shopkeeper Song, you can't do this! You've just said so much and you just stopped?"

"Yes, yes, hurry up and tell us, has this monkey learned his skills?"

Song Youliang put down his tea cup, held a folding fan and said with a smile: "Want to know what happened next? Let's hear the explanation next time!"

Then, regardless of what everyone said, he packed up the things on the table and walked to the backyard of the hot pot restaurant.

By the time others reacted, they had disappeared.

People eating hot pot in the lobby on the first floor felt very tired!

"I should have known that all the storytellers in this world are from the same family. Hui Hui left before finishing his story!"

"Yes, yes! Did you learn any skills at that time?"

"It's said that this story is called Journey to the West. I just ran to several continents before I met this fairy cave and became my disciple. Isn't that why I'm going west? It seems like this is a very long story!"

"Boss Xiao Song, do you want to talk about shopkeeper Song tomorrow? Just give me an accurate answer, and I'll come back to eat hot pot then!"

Seeing that everyone eating hot pot in the lobby was looking at him, Song Nan didn't hide it: "Shopkeeper Song speaks twice a day, and there is another one in the afternoon. However, the afternoon one is the same as the morning one, and it is also to let more people talk. Many people who haven’t heard this story will have a chance to hear it.”

Didn't you see that there are many people standing outside this hot pot restaurant who heard about it?

People outside heard the story vaguely and did not eat the hot pot.

Now when they heard that there was another one in the afternoon, they all dispersed.I thought I would finish the things at hand first and come back to listen to books in the afternoon.

Several waiters in restaurants and teahouses turned around and saw their own shopkeeper, and they were almost scared out of their wits.

Just as he was about to explain, he heard his shopkeeper say: "Go to Boss Xiao Song and book me a private room for the afternoon. The time will be during the afternoon story-telling time."

"okay!"

In the kitchen, Song Youliang's heartbeat quickened.

I was standing behind that table just now, with everyone in the store looking at me. It felt really scary! !

But fortunately, I didn't make any mistakes because of panic. Judging from everyone's reactions, it should be pretty good, right?

"Uncle Youliang, I didn't expect you to be a storyteller!" Song Dayou came over and said happily.

Song Youliang grabbed him and asked, "What do you think of what I just said? Didn't it embarrass my boss?"

"It's very good. The guests outside are still shouting for you to continue talking! But the boss stopped me and said that you have one in the morning and one in the afternoon, so you won't say more."

Song Youliang nodded and felt relieved.

Yesterday afternoon, my boss told me that he said the same thing on the first day, and the next time in the morning of the second day, and in the morning he said the same thing as the first day.

It has to whet people's appetite, and it has to give him some time to familiarize himself with the content behind it.

"There is food, but has the monkey learned his skills? Tell me quietly, I will never tell anyone else!" Song Dayou pointed at the sky with three fingers.

Song Youliang shook his head firmly: "My boss told me, I can't say anything."

"Okay, then you can continue reading the storybook. There is another one in the afternoon."

Song Dayou didn't embarrass him and just asked him to sit next to Liu's father and warm himself by the fire.

Song Youliang then took out his handwritten script and pondered it carefully, thinking about where his tone was a bit off, and where his actions were wrong.

Liu's father, who was illiterate, saw his serious look and silently went to bring a pot of warm water to boil and give him a drink.

Song Nan and Song Mu outside were not so leisurely. They were explaining to the visitor!