Farming Happiness: Husband, Come and Plough the Fields

Chapter 797: Duplicate name?

Li Haitang never knew that listening to books could be so addictive. When I think of modern taxis, the drivers can always find their favorite channels. The old man who is walking on the road habitually carries the radio in his pocket and wanders around. The radio always has the familiar voice.

She didn't pay much attention to these things. Who would have thought that when she came to a tea house to escape the summer heat, she would immediately be addicted to it.

Singing, babbling, talking and singing, Li Haitang still can't appreciate it, but storytelling, that is, telling stories, is quite straightforward.

The skill of a storyteller depends on whether he can mobilize the emotions of the audience. Going to a teahouse on a hot day to escape the heat and telling various murders can indeed make people feel cold and cool down automatically.

"One more, say one more?"

The people below had just reacted to the bizarre murder of the village head's family, and started booing again, offering rewards, hoping that the storyteller would tell more.

Coincidentally, these stories are adapted from real events and processed by storytellers to create a tense atmosphere, which makes people inevitably delve into them.

"Doubao, eat cakes."

The clerk brought out soft rice cakes, and Li Haitang fed his son, and then he concentrated on staring at the audience with his ears pricked up, afraid that he might not hear the beginning of the story and miss something.

When Xiao Lingchuan returned to the inn, he couldn't find his wife, so he asked the clerk at the inn, only to find out that she came to a teahouse to escape the summer heat, and hurriedly followed her.

No matter how the carriage is modified, it will inevitably be bumpy and airtight. He also plans to change the time in the future, rest around noon to avoid the heat, wait for the sun to be westward, and then hurry up and catch up with the schedule before it gets dark.

Starting from Beidi, almost half of the journey has been completed, and the distance from Kyoto is getting closer and closer.

As soon as Xiao Lingchuan entered, Li Haitang immediately waved at him, "Husband, here!"

Xiao Lingchuan nodded, first went around to the clean room at the back and wiped his face, then walked to the window and looked down.

"It's only been three days since we met in Yangshu Village, and the storyteller made up a story. I just listened to it."

These jokes are limited, and it is said in a circle, it may be that she is lucky, just in time for the storyteller to introduce new ones.

Xiao Lingchuan nodded, poured a cup of tea, and sat opposite his wife, "Is this so nice?"

"Of course, talking about the murder today can make people unconsciously cool down."

Li Haitang took a sip of tea and squinted her eyes, especially after the savage husband entered the door, the temperature dropped a bit, and she hadn't felt so comfortable for a long time.

Snuggling lazily on the rattan chair, she wished she could bring the storyteller along on the road, so that she could tell stories to amuse herself anytime.

After about a quarter of an hour, the storyteller rested and walked up to the high stage again. The audience was silent again, and everyone shut up in unison.

"The case I'm talking about today is also true. It comes from Songhe Academy in Kyoto."

As soon as the storyteller said the first sentence, the audience immediately exploded. Although they didn't study, they knew that there were several famous academies in Kyoto, and Songhe Academy was one of them.

Because the magistrate of Yucheng was a student of Songhe Academy, and later he was named on the gold list, so he mixed up a position of neither high nor low.

"Songhe Academy can still come up with a case? They are all scholars!"

"That's right, a scholar, polite, thin, can't even catch a chicken, can kill people?"

There was a lot of doubts in the audience, obviously, they were attracted attention.

The storyteller pursed his lips, and was not angry when faced with doubts. He smiled and said, "Not only killed people, but also cut the corpse into several pieces, threw the corpse, and threw it everywhere!"

How vicious is it to kill people and dismember them?

The dead are the greatest, even if there is great resentment, the integrity of the corpse should not be destroyed. Everyone thought it was cruel enough to smash a fool's lower body like the aunt of Yangshu village.

This time, no one spoke, waiting to hear things.

In Songhe Academy, Li Haitang couldn't help but feel a little concerned. Ji Qiu's wine shop is on the nearby street, and she plans to open a food shop to show her strength and earn some money.

The money he got from the bandits was enough to sell the surrounding stores, and if he wanted to do it, he would make it a big one and start the takeaway service by the way.

Perhaps the rich families have maids and servants who go shopping, but scholars are different. In the academy, at most, a school boy is allowed to bring along. In some academies, you can only enter the door by yourself.

The case of Songhe Academy is also bizarre enough.

"There is a scholar, surnamed Yang Mingxu, who lives in Beidi, the only son in the family. His parents followed him to the capital to settle down, and they lived in a private house not far from Songhe Academy..."

When the storyteller introduced the protagonist, Li Haitang said thoughtfully, "Yang Xu, the name seems familiar."

She blinked, met Ueno's husband's eyes, stood up abruptly, and immediately opened her mouth wide, didn't she! This person is Xiangli's engaged fiancée-in-law, who lives in Beidi, all right, I hope it has the same name.

"Yang Xu has a talent for reading, and was admitted as a scholar at a young age."

Very good, same as the last one.

Li Haitang rubbed his forehead. For the first time, he hoped that the storyteller would not be like squeezing toothpaste. It would be best to summarize it once and for all, what happened!

Let's talk about Yang Xu first, so did Yang Xu murder, or the unlucky guy who was killed?

"Songhe Academy, three people share a room, and Yang Xu lives with Chen Chun and Du Ruohe."

Chen Chun is also a scholar. The difference is that his father is a salt transportation officer in a certain southern prefecture. He and his family are single passers-by, the first son of a high family in Kyoto.

"So, because Yang Xu had no money and held a grudge, he killed him?"

Everyone hadn't heard the outline of the story yet, so they all speculated.

In Songhe Academy, most of the students do not stay in the dormitory, and only when it is cloudy and rainy, the weather is bad, or before the scientific examination, the students will stay on the mountain.

"Yang Xu, Chen Chun, Du Ruo and the two are often together, and there will inevitably be some conflicts, but Yang Xu knows that his family background is not as good as others, so he is humble and has made many classmates."

Li Haitang was in a hurry, and stood up and walked around with his hands behind his back, wondering in his heart. Yang Xu became the protagonist, either killing or being killed. No matter what point, it was extremely bad news for Xiangli.

Xiangli escaped from home and experienced twists and turns on the way, and only relying on the thoughts in her heart to persist until now, Li Haitang felt that this girl was not easy.

"My lady, sit down and have a cup of tea."

Compared to Li Haitang, Xiao Lingchuan was calmer. He didn't look forward to the story the storyteller was about to tell because he knew it in advance.

Xiangli followed a group of people on the road, and was able to touch the bean buns at any time. How could he be at ease just by sending Cui's family to this kind of person? Knowing that Xiangli went to the capital to look for someone, he simply continued to send people to investigate. Naturally, he knew everything about Yang Xu's situation.