Paper Man Wife
At this moment.
Everyone from Mushroom House.
After lunch, he had nothing to do.
He was holding a land skateboard and walking to the village entrance.
He was planning to prepare for his future coda surfing.
Unexpectedly.
There were many people gathered under the big tree at the village entrance.
The empty space was already filled.
A person was sitting in the middle.
He wore a straw hat and leisurely fanned himself with a cattail leaf fan.
A group of people went forward to take a closer look.
It's Duan!
They happened to hear Duan Ye's words.
"Storytelling?"
Teacher Huang said in surprise.
Storytelling was a very ancient traditional art.
It probably originated from the Song Dynasty.
It was a test of memory and the cohesiveness of the previous and subsequent chapters.
He also had high requirements for the script.
If he didn't have a good script.
No matter how good the book was, it could not attract people.
Even if he had a good script.
If the storyteller's skill is not enough.
No matter how good the script was, it could not produce a good effect.
The difficulty of storytelling was evident.
Thinking of this…
Teacher Huang looked at Duan Ye.
Did he even know how to do this?
Was this for real?
Then he had to listen carefully.
At this moment.
Duan Ye took a few sips of tea and cleared his throat.
Then, he said.
Grave robbing.
It wasn't a dinner party, nor was it writing an essay, nor was it painting or embroidery.
He couldn't be so elegant, so calm, so refined, so gentle.
Grave robbing was a skill.
It was a destructive technique.
When the ancient nobles built their tombs, they must have thought of ways to prevent theft.
So he did everything he could.
He set up all kinds of traps and hidden weapons in the tomb, and sent out messages to ambush them.
There were boulders, quicksand, poisonous arrows, pits, and so on.
……
Duan was also sitting on a stone stool under a big tree.
His behavior was very old-fashioned.
In front of him was a bunch of children.
These children were famous for being noisy in the village.
At this moment.
There was no sound.
She stood obediently in front of Duan Ye.
All of them had serious expressions as they listened attentively.
The people from Mushroom House were the same.
The audience in the live broadcast room began to get restless.
The comment section, which originally had few comments, instantly started to scroll rapidly.
"You won't believe me if I tell you. I'm an archaeology teacher, but I'm always secretly learning from Teacher Duan.”
"It's about grave robbing! Was Teacher Duan going to talk about Grave Robber's Chronicles? Or are you talking about a new book?"
"Teacher Duan isn't going to tell us the follow-up to Grave Robber's Chronicles, is he? Oh my god! Just thinking about it makes me excited!"
"I don't care! Dream of a follow-up to Grave Robber's Chronicles!”
“……”
At the same time.
Many fishermen who had just returned from the sea were also attracted by Duan Ye's storytelling.
He was actually carrying items of all sizes in his hands.
He stopped at the entrance of the village.
More and more people came to listen to the books.
An old man with a small stool came to listen.
There was a man who brought his family to listen.
There was a woman who came to listen with her friend.
There were children running over from home.
Duan also looked at the group of people in front of him.
He took a sip of tea and continued with a faint smile.
The Hu family's ancestors were famous landowners in the surrounding villages.
As the saying goes, wealth is no more than three generations.
Even if the family had mountains of gold and silver, it could not withstand the squandering of the descendants of the defeated family.
During the period of the Republic of China, when it reached Hu Guohua's generation, the family began to decline.
First, they split up. Hu Guohua also received a lot of property, enough to live a carefree life.
However, he refused to learn well. First, he was addicted to gambling. Later, he smoked and squandered all his wealth.
When he was young, he ate, drank, gambled, and smoked all kinds of drugs. In the end, he was so poor that he didn't even have a son.
So he went to borrow money from his uncle.
He lied to his uncle that he wanted to marry a wife.
At this moment.
Everyone who was listening to the book was stirred up by Duan Ye.
It was as if he was that uncle.
The discussions were buzzing.
It was filled with anger.
"What a prodigal. If Hu Guohua's ancestors knew about this, they would probably climb out of their coffins in anger!”
"You damn thing! If you don't want the money, give it to me! I don't have to worry about the next three lifetimes. I really don't know how to cherish it!”
"Eating, drinking, whoring, gambling, and smoking. If this was in the modern world, he would have been shot 100 times!”
"His uncle is also unlucky to have such an unlucky nephew! Uncle, don't lend him money!"
"I don't think his uncle will lend him money. Anyway, if it were me, I would only give him two big pockets!”
"Let's not get angry yet. Let's hear what Teacher Duan has to say next.”
Everyone looked at Duan Ye expectantly.
She waited for him to continue.
At this moment.
He slowly turned the Buddha beads in his hand and smiled.
His uncle was so touched that tears streamed down his face. He gave him 20 yuan and told him that he had to live a good life after marrying a wife.
Hu Guohua had the most ideas.
In order to deal with his uncle, he went home and found a craftsman who made paper figurines and paper horses.
The kind that was burned to the dead.
This paper-tying master was very skilled.
As long as it was something you could say, he could do it vividly.
According to Hu Guohua's request, he made a paper woman with a white paper on it.
Then, he used watercolors to draw the woman's eyes, nose, clothes, and hair.
From afar, it really looked like a living person.
Hearing this.
Everyone's eyes widened in surprise, and their nostrils flared slightly.
How the f * ck could this work?!
He actually made a paper figurine for his wife.
Wasn't this treating him as if he was dead?!
Hu Guohua knew how to play.
At the same time.
Everyone realized.
Duan Ye really knew how to tell stories!
And he said it so well!
His magnetic voice changed according to the plot.
Even without accompaniment, it could easily bring the audience into the atmosphere of the book.
It was too exciting!
He just didn't know what kind of story this was.
The number of people watching the live broadcast continued to rise.
It easily broke 100 million.
They were all attracted by Duan Ye's storytelling.
Looking at the wonderful expressions of everyone present.
Duan Ye slowly poured himself a cup of tea.
Then, he used the lid of the teacup to slowly remove the tea leaves from the cup.
After drinking a few mouthfuls, he began to speak again.
Hu Guohua carried the paper figurine home and placed it on the brick bed in the house. He covered the paper figurine with a blanket.
He thought that when his uncle came to visit in a few days, he would say that his wife was sick and let him take a look from afar to deceive him.
A few days later, his uncle came to visit. Hu Guohua lied to him according to the plan, but he didn't expect that he was not easy to fool at all. He wanted to see his niece-in-law with his own eyes no matter what.
The two of them started arguing outside the door.
At this moment, the curtain was lifted and a fair and clean woman walked out.
Hu Guohua was shocked. Isn't this the paper figurine I asked the papermaker to make?？How did he survive?
Instantly.
Everyone's hearts were in their throats.
He couldn't wait to know what happened next.
Duan also seemed to know how nervous everyone was.
He deliberately paused for a moment.
He picked up the teacup and took a few sips of tea…
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