Weinan Mansion, in an ordinary house, several storytellers gathered here today.
The ranks of storytellers are high and low, and the ranks are clear. Those who mix well can tell stories in restaurants and teahouses, and some can even participate in the church meetings of wealthy families.
Of course, it is not that the street stall is necessarily bad, but mainly because of the story jokes, wealthy storytellers can constantly spend money to create new jokes, while the street stall may only have a few jokes, and if you listen to too much, you will find it boring.
Although they didn't seem to fit in, because that person gave too much, they got together very harmoniously.
"What do you think we are going to do?" One of the storytellers asked.
"When you accept money from others, you must keep your mouth shut and don't ask so many questions that you shouldn't ask." Another storyteller was sitting on a chair, closing his eyes to recuperate.
"But when it comes to the money given this time, this is too much, I just rushed to the church meeting, and I can't earn so much without half a year or a year." Next to him, a storyteller who seemed to be dressed in better clothes couldn't help but add a couple of words.
"Yes...... yes......" The others agreed, and obviously everyone gave a lot.
"Squeak—"
While talking, the door of the guest room opened, and Yue Buqun put on a blue shirt, carried this burden, and walked in.
"Gentlemen, I've been waiting for a long time!" Yue Buqun clasped his hands again and again.
At this moment, everyone stood up and bowed in return.
"The main reason why I invite you to come this time is because I have some scripts here, and I want you to taste them." Saying that, Yue Buqun motioned for everyone to sit down, took out a stack of books from his baggage, and distributed a book to each person.
"This is ......" A few storytellers did not talk nonsense, and quickly fell silent into the story narrated in the script.
At first, they didn't care, but as they looked at it, the expressions on everyone's faces changed, some were excited, some were surprised, and some were amazed.
After a long time, everyone finally finished watching.
"What do you think of these stories?" Yue Buqun asked.
"With all due respect, I have heard some of the deeds on this recently, but they are not so comprehensive, could it be that everything recorded is true?" A storyteller took the lead in asking.
"Not bad! Everything is true." Yue Buqun nodded, the stories in these books are the records of his recent chivalry and righteousness, dictated by him, specially spent money to find someone to polish them, some exciting places, and added some artistic embellishments.
"Your Excellency means - you want us to tell these stories?" Another storyteller asked.
"That's right." This is also the most important part of Yue Buqun's plan.
In this era, if he wants to improve his reputation, he must spread the word about what he has done through the tone of a storyteller.
It is pedantic to do good deeds without asking for anything in return, and what Yue Buqun wants in return is not money, but fame. When Confucius's disciple Zilu traveled around the world, he found that a Lu man had been captured as a slave in another country, so he spent his own money to redeem it. According to the law, Lu wanted to reward him and give him a cow, but Zilu insisted on not accepting it.
When Confucius learned about this, he directly reprimanded Zilu and said: "As my disciple, if you do good deeds without asking for anything in return, then other good people will not dare to ask for anything in return.
Zilu was very ashamed after hearing this, so he accepted the cow.
Yue Buqun felt that there was nothing wrong with his behavior, and even if this matter fell into the ears of people with intentions in the future, he would not be able to attack him on a moral level.
A few storytellers were naturally extremely happy, and they were all those stories back and forth, and everyone had long been annoyed, otherwise they wouldn't have rushed to spend money to find someone to write a storybook.
And now, Yue Buqun not only provided a script adapted from the hottest things in the rivers and lakes at the moment, but also gave himself a lot of money to these people.
So, the two parties hit it off, and these storytellers couldn't wait to go home and read these stories into recitation.
"You are not busy, I still have some extra booklets here, if you have familiar companions, it would be better to hand them over to them on my behalf." Saying that, Yue Buqun took out another thick stack and distributed two more volumes by one person.
"I haven't started telling a good story yet, how can I share it with others?" The storyteller muttered in his heart, but immediately, they were relieved, Yue Buqun found them, then he must have found other storytellers as well, instead of cherishing himself, it is better to be generous and do personal favors.
Moreover, it doesn't necessarily mean it's free, but you can sell it!
So, just three days later, there were a series of stories on the market, such as Yue Buqun, the head of Huashan, killing two heroes with one palm and picking Qingfeng Village with a sword.
Some excellent storytellers have also made a second adaptation on the basis of the original, and the story is very exciting, Yue Buqun went to listen to two sessions, this kind of chivalrous and righteous chivalrous story, applauded endlessly, and those storytellers also made a lot of money in this paragraph.
This situation does not only happen in Weinan Prefecture. In the land boundaries around Mount Hua, Yue Buqun did the same operation.
In this area, Yue Buqun is still very willing to spend money.
After all, martial arts people, even though their cultivation is important, their reputation is more important than anything else. Without reputation, how to open a mountain gate, how to recruit apprentices, who will come?
Only when you are famous can you attract more people to come to apprentice, and you will have the opportunity to pick and choose from everyone and recruit more qualified apprentices.
All this is to prepare for Yue Buqun's follow-up plan.
"It is said that the head of Huashan, Yue Buqun, has a sword in his hand, and is invincible, and he went deep into Qingfeng Village on this day...... A fire burned this pickled place clean!" The storyteller slapped the hall wood, and the applause below was endless.
I only heard the scholar say again: "He is best to be chivalrous and righteous, see the unevenness of the road, hoe the strong and support the weak, and have the style of an ancient gentleman.
After doing so much, Yue Buqun is doing these three words.
For a time, the three words Junzi Jian began to circulate in the rivers and lakes, and this turmoil became more and more widespread as the storyteller spoke. It didn't take long for him to be recognized by the people of the Huashan Mountain Realm and some martial arts colleagues.
After waiting for two or three months, everyone talked about it, and it completely confirmed the name of Yue Buqun's gentleman's sword.
"It's time to go back to the mountain!" Late at night, under the moonlight, Yue Buqun missed his wife.
It only took half a year to obtain the title of Gentleman's Sword, thinking that it was much faster than the original owner, so the free time could study "Zixia Secret" again.
That is your only chance to make a comeback!