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Chapter 701 Storytelling
"Tsk." The old man glanced at her and said, "You are good at talking big. If you have the guts, why don't you go up and try?"
“Let’s give it a try.” Zhou Guo straightened his clothes and went on stage during the intermission of the old gentleman.
Everyone thought she was going to announce something again and listened attentively.
Zhou Guo picked up the block of wood, clapped it, and said with a smile: "Our old man asked me to tell a story on this auspicious day, so I will do my best to show my ugliness."
At this point, he bowed to the old man and said, "Sorry, old man, I'd like to borrow your table."
The old man waved his hand and said with a smile: "You can use it as you like."
Anyway, she will get paid, and she will get the same amount of money whether she goes on stage or not. The key is that she can have a good rest, so why not do it.
When the people below heard this, they started to make a noise. They were all young men, and their voices were louder than each other. They could be heard a mile outside the village.
The group of people led by Lai Zitou are no less impressive. The leader has such a great ability. She is truly an amazing being. It seems that there is nothing she can't do. She can also tell stories.
The boss called out louder and louder, giving full display.
Zhou Guo took the block of wood and clapped it again. There was silence below, and he spoke slowly, "It is said that since Pangu created the universe..."
"This stone absorbs the essence of the heaven, earth, sun and moon day and night, year after year. Many, many years have passed, and finally..."
It's about "Journey to the West".
Although her speaking rhythm was not very good, she had no script and some of her lines were not smooth, but the story was good, novel and creative, with all kinds of monsters and demons appearing. Everyone in the audience was fascinated by her, even the storyteller next to her was mesmerized.
When Li and his group arrived at the farm, they saw Zhou Guo standing on the stage and saying something. The people below were listening with their eyes shining. There were so many people but not a single person was speaking.
Everyone was stunned.
Chen whispered, "I didn't expect that the person standing up there telling stories would be Zhou Guo. Does she have this ability?"
Li also whispered, "I don't know when she learned it. Let's listen and see if it sounds good."
A person next to him said, "It's definitely good to listen to. Look at the storyteller. He's listening more attentively than anyone else. Hush, stop talking. Let's listen too."
After listening to a few sentences, several people were fascinated. They could not stand for a while, so they simply squatted down to listen. Finally, they could not squat anymore, so they found a stone to sit on. Anyway, when they were tired from work, they could sit anywhere.
Zhou Guo talked for half an hour in one breath. In the end, his throat was so dry that he slammed the table and said, "The monkey made a big fuss in the Hades' Palace and crossed out the life and death books of all the monkeys and their descendants. If you want to hear what happens next, please wait for the explanation later."
"Hey, why is it gone? Boss, I was just listening to it with great interest. What happens after the book of life and death is filled? What about the King of Hell?"
"We still want to listen. When is the next time?"
Zhou Guo cleared his throat and said, "I just came up to show off my skills. The old man is still the boss. Let him talk to you. I need to drink some water."
But the old man came up and bowed and said, "Master Zhou, I don't know where you got this saying from. How about selling it to me?"
It's not easy for a storyteller to come across a good script. He thinks this story has great potential and will definitely sell well. If he gets this script, what will he have to worry about for the rest of his life?
Zhou Guo shook his head. "Without the consent of the owner of this story, I can't make this decision."
The storyteller was disappointed, "I wonder where this person is now?"
Zhou Guo said: "Sorry, I don't know either."
Who knows, maybe he has died, or maybe he hasn't been born yet.
The storyteller's ignited hope was shattered in an instant, and his face became extremely gloomy. For a storyteller, coming across a good script in his life was like a general getting a good horse. Unfortunately, he could see the thing right in front of him but could not touch it. How could he not be disappointed?
Zhou Guo felt a little reluctant, and after thinking for a while, he said, "I have only heard a little bit of this story. If you don't mind, I have other stories. Do you want them?"
"Ah?" The storyteller was stunned, then overjoyed. "Yes, yes, yes. If Mr. Zhou is really willing to help me, I won't charge you for today's expenses. If there is anything at home in the future, just let me know. I won't charge you."
Although Zhou Guo was not an author in his previous life, he had seen pigs run even if he had eaten pork. After seeing a lot, he would be able to write.
"That's fine, but I don't have that much energy, and this story won't be very long."
"It doesn't matter, as long as it's a story."
New stories are hard to come by.
Zhou Guo nodded, "Okay, come to my house and get it in half a month."
After getting the OK, the storyteller came alive again. He walked onto the stage with his head held high and chest puffed out. He told the story with much more passion than at the beginning.
She sat down at her seat and drank two cups of tea.
The old man couldn't help but ask, "The monkey caused a big disturbance in the underworld. What happened next?"
Zhou Guo almost choked and said with a smile: "Master, are you interested too?"
Zhou Gu on the other side also came over and said silently: "I am also interested, I want to know too."
Zhou Guo had no choice but to say, "Let's wait until next time. I'll tell you in detail when I'm free."
How could the people below have the mood to listen to the storyteller at this moment? They had heard this story so many times since childhood that they could even recite it by heart.
But what Zhou Guo said was different. It was so novel. He never thought there was such a story in the world. He didn’t know how that person came up with it. They couldn’t stop thinking about it and talked about it among themselves.
The Li family members were still not satisfied.
"What do you think that little head was thinking? The monkey actually jumped out of a big rock. Everyone in the world is born by a mother and raised by a father, but there is actually a monkey that was born from a rock and raised by heaven and earth. It's amazing."
"Mother Guoguo, what's behind that? Do you know?"
Li shook her head, "It's the first time I've heard of it, too."
Not to mention, it sounds pretty nice.
Chen smiled and said, "Then I will have to come to your house more often. I want to know what happens next."
Everyone nodded, "This girl is really good at doing things. She can even tell stories better than the storyteller. Who would believe it if we tell others about it?"
After the wedding was over that day, the storyteller left happily.
After dinner in the evening, many people came to the Zhou family.
Li brought Wu Ya to greet everyone.
"Haha, Guoguo's mother, Guoguo is not at home?"
Li looked at the people in the yard, including the old, the young and the middle-aged, and said with a smile: "She went to the farm and hasn't come back yet."
Wu Ya was preparing tea in the room. When she saw Li come in, she whispered, "Second Aunt, so many people came to see Guo Guo. They think she's a storyteller. How can she have time to tell them this?"
Li sighed, "Who says she isn't? She's been busy growing mushrooms, fermenting compost, and organizing weddings for everyone these days. We haven't seen her all day."