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- There are now two places in Fengxin City, the most heavily guarded, and the highest status at the same time.
One is the small courtyard where King Jingnan lives now.
One is the temporary residence of Lord Pingxi.
At this time,
Lord Zheng Hou was sitting in the signing room of his mansion, separated by a curtain, giving final instructions to the storytellers.
Such things as prestige,
The more the better;
Zheng Houye is not afraid of too much, and he doesn't have so many taboos;
He does not have the mentality of being afraid of being overwhelmed by great achievements;
He can't do deliberate self-defilement.
Up to now, it is enough for the soldiers to cover the water and cover the soil. I used to kowtow occasionally and say a few nice words, it was for living, and now I am a marquis, so I can't live longer and go back.
A small part of this group of storytellers were selected from the refugees, and some of them did not make a living from storytelling before, but did white things.
But it doesn't matter, as long as you have a good mouth.
Most of the rest are from Yingdu.
In any era, if you can still earn money without relying on blood umbilical cords, you must be smart.
The owners of teahouses and restaurants naturally know whose story is the most popular among tea drinkers in recent years, and who's story can better accompany the guests' wine;
Therefore, many storytellers who were originally stationed in the store had their bosses pay for the expenses on the road, and let them cross the Wangjiang River and come to Jindong.
I thought it would be a great satisfaction just to take a look at the Fenghou ceremony. Anyway, I can brag about it after I go back. At that time, I can hang a sign at the door of the teahouse or let people talk about it, saying that it is my husband. Just came back from Fenghou Dadian, and brought back first-hand information at the same time.
But who knows, things happened so unexpectedly, so coincidentally that they themselves felt a little unbelievable.
They were found one by one, gathered together, and sent to this temporary Pingxihou Mansion.
Then,
All of them kneeled and sat on the mats row by row, each with a cup of tea, a plate of snacks, and a pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
Seven or eight clerks stood in front, holding books in their hands, and began to recite the "life story" of Lord Zhenghou.
At first,
? These professional and amateur storytellers are still a little confused,
But soon,
What they realized,
Began to write and record.
In this day and age, people who know how to play tricks, who can make a living in the rivers and lakes, have no brains and are not smart.
Moreover, most of these people are literate.
Mr. Storyteller is illiterate, how can he read the book?
Mr. Bai Shi is illiterate, how can he write elegiac couplets for others?
What no one knows is,
Behind a curtain,
Lord Zheng Hou was sitting on the grand master's chair, drinking tea.
Public opinion propaganda port,
It is a place that Zheng Houye values ??very much.
In fact, even if there is no actual benefit, it is very cool to let your own story spread, after all.
This one alone is already in line with the fundamentals of the devil king's code of conduct.
Not to mention, you can also improve and enrich your own personality among the people.
? Zhenbeihou Mansion has a century-old heritage,
Even if Li Liangting sat there without moving, he could still earn his living.
The Pingxi Hou Mansion has just been established. As the first generation of Hou, there are really many things that Zheng Houye needs to do.
The clerks recounted Pingxihou's achievements in the past few years from his meritorious service in the civilian husband camp to his feudal marquis.
Although, these deeds have long been no secret among the people.
Especially for these storytellers, in the teahouses and restaurants, the most popular story in recent years is the story of Zheng Houye.
?But when everyone gathers here, sits down, and is instilled again from beginning to end,
Rao is that most of them have already turned gray,
However, it is inevitable that the heart is surging.
? No rendering, no addition, no exaggeration,
Literally stated,
It's more like a story than a story.
? After the clerks finished speaking,
The storytellers below began to whisper, exchange ideas, and borrow notes from each other. After all, some people write fast and others write slowly, so it is inevitable that there will be omissions.
The missing thing is a reward for one day,; Therefore, the Chu people are now eager to create their own cavalry army.
The land of the Three Jins is actually more suitable for raising horses. The knights of the Three Jins used to have their homes here. Moreover, the vast snowfield north of the Tianduan Mountains is rich in war horses.
But the problem is that Zhennanguan, Xueguan, and Jindong are all in the hands of Zheng Houye, which means that Zheng Houye blocked the possibility of Chu people obtaining war horses through external channels.
Seeing Lord Zheng Hou's expression was cloudy and uncertain,
Jing Renli immediately added:
"My son-in-law, my king said that the price of war horses in the past can also be converted into food, craftsmen, and what you need, my son-in-law, I have, and anything else."
In fact, when receiving this task, Jing Renli once felt that his king had gone crazy.
Consort-in-law, did you really take Pingxihou of the Great Yan as your son-in-law?
? Calling the son-in-law is nothing more than giving yourself a layer of family members to beat your family members, and when you kneel down, it is not so humiliating.
People lost their minds and went crazy, will they trade war horses with you?
But the king is sure,
Be sure to let yourself talk.
? Lord Zheng Hou leaned back slightly,
road:
"This Marquis is Dayan Zhongliang."
Jing Renli sank down, looking very disappointed.
Zheng Fan frowned,
Reluctantly, he stretched out his hand and touched the center of his brow a few times,
Jing Renli is not Ji Lao Liu,
Ji Laoliu knew the implication of this sentence.
As a last resort,
Lord Zheng Hou sighed,
added;
"I have to pay more. ? - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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