Rebirth: The whole family travels through time together: Fubao Koi is busy eating melons

"Pah! To know what happens next, please listen to the next episode."

The suspense left by Mr. Chen filled the entire audience with a strong sense of anticipation.

As soon as Mr. Chen finished speaking, thunderous applause and cheers broke out from the audience.

"Wonderful!"

The praises were endless and the atmosphere was extremely warm!

"Mr. Wu's writing is powerful and he is truly a literary giant!"

Some people in the audience were amazed.

"Mr. Chen's eloquence is unique. Listening to him tell stories, it's as if the stone monkey is right in front of us, riding on the clouds and heading straight to the heavenly palace!"

echoed another.

"It's been a long time since I've had such a good time. Waiter, give me a bowl of rice wine to moisten my throat. Let's continue listening!"

There was constant laughter among the crowd.

The Zhang family's faces were filled with satisfied smiles. It was obvious that storytelling had begun to demonstrate its extraordinary profitability.

Fan Yunfu looked at Zhang Wuya's brilliant smile and felt happy from the bottom of his heart.

Zhang Wuya's eyes accidentally met Fan Yunfu's, and the familiar accelerated heartbeat came again.

To her, love is something strange and distant.

In this era, emotional ties are too heavy. She only wishes to have someone who is soul mate with her in this life and spend the rest of her life with her. She is not willing to get involved in the whirlpool of emotions easily.

Offstage, as the night deepened, the audience gradually dispersed like the receding tide, their faces filled with satisfied smiles, as if all the fatigue of the day had drifted away with those fantastic stories.

After the story was told, the crowd naturally flowed like streams into the sea, each heading home. The novel interpretation of the "Journey to the West" story was like a cool summer breeze, gently brushing everyone's heart, leaving the people of Chengguan County satisfied, as if they had found that rare joy in life.

The next day, like a spring breeze blowing across the dry land, the new chapter of "Journey to the West" was not only spread by word of mouth among ordinary people, but also caused a stir in the circles of literati and scholars. The entire Chengguan County seemed to be shrouded in a mysterious and attractive veil, and the name of Qingting Teahouse became a hot topic of discussion on the streets.

For three consecutive nights, the teahouse was brightly lit and bustling, with business unprecedentedly prosperous.

People seemed to be attracted by an invisible magnet, gathering from all directions. The museum was packed, and every carved wooden chair carried a heart longing for stories.

Even the open space outside the teahouse was filled with plainly dressed, poorly-off people, who were either standing on tiptoe to look around or whispering to each other, their desire for stories no less than that of the audience inside.

Shopkeeper Lu stood at the door with a look of unexpected joy in his eyes. He waved his hand to signal the waiter not to drive away the people outside. He knew that this liveliness and noise was the best advertisement to attract more customers.

Every time the sun sets and the story comes to an end, Zhang Laoer would always turn his head and ask Zhang Mingyi on his way home: "Boy, how is your story going? Don't forget to give Mr. Chen two paragraphs tomorrow. He needs to familiarize himself with it in advance so that he can show his best side on stage."

"Don't worry, Dad. I've prepared three exciting plots."

There was confidence in Zhang Mingyi's voice, but also a hint of subtle nervousness.

After all, this honor and praise did not originally belong to a nine-year-old child like him.

As for the popularity of "Journey to the West", An Zihao had naturally heard about it.

One evening, he strolled to Zhang Ming's house and gently knocked on the door.

When Zhang Ming opened the door and saw that it was him, he hurried to greet him outside. He almost blurted out "Sixth Prince", but fortunately he changed it to "Sixth Young Master" in time. He was secretly glad that Nanny Liu's teachings came in handy at the critical moment.

"Master Zhang, I heard that Journey to the West is your masterpiece? You are so talented, it's really amazing!"

An Zihao's tone was filled with sincere admiration.

Zhang Mingyi shook his head slightly, feeling a little guilty in his heart: "No, this was made by my old master. It's a pity that he has passed away and cannot witness today's glory with his own eyes."

An Zihao nodded in understanding. It was indeed rare for a child to have such literary talent, but his nine-year-old age made it all seem too incredible.

Shopkeeper Lu spread the word that a new story would be updated in the teahouse every five days. This news made the crowd listening to the book even more spectacular today. The line stretched to the corner of the street and even attracted curious people from neighboring counties and even Yanzhou Prefecture. Everyone wanted to find out the sequel of "Journey to the West".

An Zihao was no exception. Day after day, his curiosity about "Journey to the West" and the discussions between the Zhang family and Qingting Teahouse finally drove him to go there in person, wanting to uncover the secrets behind the story.

Walking into the exclusive box, An Zihao chose to sit next to Zhang Mingyi. Fan Yunfu's eyes had been fixed on the gentle Zhang Wuya, but suddenly he noticed the new face and instantly shifted his gaze to An Zihao, who suddenly stood up with a look of shock on his face.

"six……"

As soon as Fan Yunfu opened his mouth, he was interrupted by An Zihao's anxious question: "You, know me?"

An Zihao thought to himself, he was usually either in the palace or in the bustling capital city, and had never been far away. How could there be someone in this remote Chengguan County who recognized him?

The Zhang family was also confused by this and didn't understand why Fan Yunfu was so respectful to the Sixth Young Master.

As the county magistrate, he has almost supreme authority in this remote place. Could it be that this is really his little kingdom?

"Of course I know him. My father is Fan Degui."

Fan Yunfu bowed politely and answered everyone's questions.

An Zihao suddenly realized that Fan Degui was well-known in Beijing, but he immediately asked a new question: "So that's how it is. Your father is famous, why are you here? And why are you opening a teahouse with them?"

The two smiled at each other, no words were needed, everything was said without words.

As for those questions that did not need answers, they all tacitly chose to avoid talking about them.

Xiao Youniang looked helpless. When An Zihao said, "Aren't you with them too?", she laughed at herself in her heart. Is it so embarrassing to be with us? Oh, these people...

Suddenly, there was a sound of slamming the table, and Mr. Chen's voice attracted everyone's attention like a magnet.

"In the last chapter, it was said that the Buddha, out of compassion, created Buddhist scriptures and spread them to the Western Paradise. Guanyin Bodhisattva received the order and went to Chang'an. Five hundred years later, the Tathagata Buddha wanted to find believers to travel west to obtain Buddhist scriptures so that Buddhism could take root in the East. So, Tang Monk embarked on this journey to the West full of unknowns and challenges..."

Time slipped away quietly as the story unfolded, two hours passed in a flash, and today's chapter came to an end.

Faced with the audience's reluctance and pleading, Mr. Chen could only apologize and say that according to Boss Zhang's arrangement, he could only stop here today.

This is what is called "exclusive operation". The story becomes the golden key in one's hand, attracting more and more listeners, while also making Boss Zhang's pocket fatter and fatter.

"It's absolutely amazing! It's incredible!"