nashuaworldcup Chapter 390 The Storyteller!
Chapter 390 The Storyteller!
Xiao Yu went to the orchard again and used his catalytic ability to ripen all the fruit trees.
Although it was catalyzed all at once and didn't undergo enough photosynthesis, the taste is slightly astringent.
However, it is more than enough for large-scale brewing.
"Aqing, help me pick all the fruit. Someone will come to collect it later."
With a thought, Xiao Yu transmitted his voice to the plant girl, A Qing.
With these fruits, we can brew at least dozens of jars of monkey wine.
"Ah, Lord City Lord?" In order to break through to the fourth level as soon as possible, A Qing carried a hundred pounds of weight and ran ten laps around the orchard early in the morning, a full ten kilometers. Now she was so tired that she collapsed in a hammock.
Startled by the sound, he fell off the hammock.
The plant girl rubbed her tumbled bottom, pouted aggrievedly, and began to activate her power.
Soon, the orchard looked like it had been invaded by zombies.
All the ripe fruit flew out and fell into the soil.
A moment later, a golden monkey came and took away all the fruit.
Then, the monkey resumed its work of brewing wine day and night.
"We have peanuts, we have wine, and now we need... a story!"
Xiao Yu pondered in his mind and soon came up with a new idea.
He used telepathy to send a message to the red-haired girl who had just left: "Red Lotus, help me post a job advertisement. I'm looking for a storyteller. The pay is a base salary of two hundred per month plus commission. As for the requirements, clear pronunciation, a loud and clear voice, and preferably someone who can create a lively atmosphere..."
A storyteller?
Inside the Hall of Merit, the red-haired girl looked completely bewildered.
What do storytellers do?
However, she still obeyed and wrote a few posters to put up.
Inside the city lord's palace.
"As for the story, it's a typical martial arts drama. The combat power is a bit low for this world. It should at least be about the same..." Xiao Yu's mind flashed through a large number of novels, martial arts dramas, and so on that he had read in his previous life.
Soon, he finalized a novel and began writing furiously:
Chapter One: Waiter Serves the Wine
The Northern Liang Royal Palace, perched atop Qingliang Mountain, boasted thousands of gates and countless households, displaying the grandeur of its construction.
As the last surviving non-royal prince of the Liyang Dynasty, Xu Xiao, the Prince of Beiliang, is a figure of mixed reputation both in the imperial court and in the martial arts world, and is a meritorious military official...
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After getting off work at noon.
A group of workers headed to the canteen to enjoy a delicious meal.
As they passed the Hall of Merit, the crowd at the notice board caught their attention.
A large crowd had gathered there, reading the new announcement.
"The city lord says he's hiring a storyteller? Wow~ a base salary of 200 plus commission? The pay is really that high! The requirements are: good speaking skills, preferably able to create a lively atmosphere..." Upon seeing this salary and benefits, the onlookers' eyes lit up.
Since establishing the academy, I've been worried about falling behind the development of Longcheng and being left behind.
People in Longcheng today have learned hundreds or even thousands of characters.
Understanding a simple announcement poster isn't that difficult.
"Come on! Old madman, let's go take a look!" On the way, a bald, white-bearded old man was reading a book as he hurried to the cafeteria after get off work when his companion stopped him.
The bald, white-bearded man shouted in a hoarse voice, "Why are you dragging me along? Don't interrupt my reading!"
His companion ignored him, his eyes shining as he said, "The city lord is recruiting. Come with me. Once I get the job as a storyteller, I'll treat you to a meal at the gourmet restaurant."
"What is a storyteller?" The bald, white-bearded man looked completely bewildered.
He is an elder of the Maple Leaf tribe.
He has no talent or ability, is over fifty years old, and can't do anything.
The only job I could do was make pottery at the ceramics factory, earning a monthly salary of 25 yuan.
However, the old madman felt that his life now was a thousand times, ten thousand times better than before.
He is already very content.
Not to mention, they've even learned to read now.
Moreover, although he's quite old, what he's most interested in now is...
I wait for the city lord's book to be updated every day so I can buy it and read it.
Previously, he had finally managed to buy a second-hand copy of the opening chapter of "Investiture of the Gods" from someone else, and he was about to go back and savor it carefully, so he didn't have time to accompany his companion.
His companion ignored him, grabbed him, and rushed into the Hall of Merit, saying, "Go for the interview, then you'll find out."
The two arrived at the interview location, where a long line had already formed, all there for the few hundred yuan.
As per Xiao Yu's request, the interview had two stages. The first stage involved Xiao Yu selecting a group of people.
However, most of the people in line had unclear speech, and they couldn't even pass Xiaoyu's test.
Soon, the old madman's companion went for his job interview with great excitement.
Like everyone else, he returned dejected; yet another person had failed to be selected.
Xiaoyu was getting impatient. She picked up an A4 sheet of paper, beckoned to the old madman, and said, "Uncle Feng, come here and read this passage to me."
Both of them were from the Maple Leaf Tribe, so Xiaoyu knew this person.
"Me?" The old madman was about to say that he knew nothing but pottery.
As a result, he was pushed forward by the people behind him, and he had no choice but to take over and recite it.
The next second, a hoarse and weathered voice came out, and Xiaoyu's eyes lit up.
"You're the one. Come with me to see the City Lord!"
Meanwhile, inside the city lord's mansion.
"How is it?" Xiao Yu looked at the red-haired girl who had just returned and asked, "I've already written tens of thousands of words of the book. All that's missing is the storyteller. I still need to train her properly."
"I haven't found the right one yet," Honglian said with a wry smile, shrugging her shoulders.
She posted posters not only in the inner city, but also in the outer city and the city of ruins.
Hundreds of people came for interviews in just one morning.
After all... a base salary of 200 plus commission is considered management level in Longcheng.
Unfortunately, most of them failed to meet the requirements.
My brother's idea was to set up a stage in the food court and hire a storyteller to tell stories.
However, it is obvious that this storyteller is not someone that an ordinary person can do.
"Brother-in-law, Sister Xiaoyu is here!" Xinglan said as she entered. "Sister Xiaoyu said she found a suitable person and brought them here for you to interview."
"Oh? Bring it over so I can take a look," Xiao Yu said curiously.
A moment later, he saw the person Xiaoyu brought in, a bald man with a white beard.
Xiao Yu glanced at the other person and handed them a few A4 sheets: "Just act out this part for me, feel free to improvise."
"It's the City Lord!"
The old madman nodded hesitantly. He took it and looked at it. The cover read "The Snow Sword". A look of surprise flashed in the old madman's eyes, and he quickly read on.
Then, he completely immersed himself in it, as if he were there, feeling the grandeur of the martial arts world and the imperial court.
The old madman confidently raised his head and said, "Lord City Lord, I am ready."
As he spoke, he exuded a chivalrous and heroic air.
"Hmm, not bad! Tell me about it." Xiao Yu's eyes lit up immediately.
This man had a bald head, a flowing white beard, and a dignified look, giving him the air of a master.
"It's the City Lord!" The old madman nodded, holding an A4 sheet of paper, and began to explain in detail:
"The martial arts world is like a beaded curtain; great figures and ordinary people are the beads, and grand stories and small tales are the threads that string them together. The essence of those beads lies in the concepts of loyalty and righteousness..."
The old madman first read the opening introduction aloud.
Then, the first chapter, "The Waiter Serves the Wine," was introduced, summarizing the content of the chapter in a simple sentence: Xu Xiao, the King of the Different Surnames, is a ruthless killer known as the Butcher.
However, he doted on his children.
He showed no authority whatsoever, even in front of his children.
The second part is about Xu Fengnian, the former playboy prince, returning home!
The old madman's voice was rough and rugged, exuding a strong sense of江湖 (jianghu, the world of martial arts and chivalry) spirit the moment he opened his mouth.
This pleased Xiao Yu greatly, and he nodded repeatedly, saying, "Excellent! You're the one! Two hundred yuan a month base salary, plus commission for good performance... Bring these drafts back and take a good look at them, study them carefully first..."
Upon hearing Xiao Yu's words, the old madman's eyes widened instantly in disbelief.
Now, his income has increased tenfold!
"No way, I have to treat my buddy to a meal at the food court later!"