Gu Xiaoyou frowned and looked at the words in the book. Why didn't she remember any tear-jerking plot in her story?

Looking at it, I couldn't help but feel a little funny.

The original plot was very simple, with Miss Wang being misdiagnosed as terminally ill, and Master Cao staying by her side.

This kind of nonsense in the modern streets has been changed by the storyteller, and with the polish of the scholar, it has become a bit sad and touching.

"Okay, Sister Zhou, Miss Wang will not die. She will be with Mr. Cao in the end." Gu Xiaoyou comforted helplessly.

Mrs. Zhou sobbed and wiped her tears: "Is it because you thought of some good way to cure Miss Wang?"

"...It's all made up. The doctor took the wrong pulse and Miss Wang was just poisoned." Gu Xiaoyou explained the general plot.

"That's really great." Mrs. Zhou put back her tears and said with a sigh of relief.

After saying that, I took the book back and wanted to continue reading.

Gu Xiaoyou quickly took the book back into his hand and said seriously: "You are not allowed to read during working hours. If you want to read it, you can read it in the evening. Let's go to dinner now."

"Okay..." Mrs. Zhou reluctantly opened her mouth, but she couldn't resist Gu Xiaoyou's eyes, so she had no choice but to go to the backyard to eat.

After the meal, Gu Xiaoyou confiscated the books and forbade the clerks from the book club to let Zhou borrow books during the day.

She stuffed "The Love of King Cao" back on the bookshelf, and then picked up a book compiled by Mr. Storyteller from the bookshelf to read.

This sight aroused some interest, but I didn't expect that the storyteller was telling a story about thunderstorms.

Although the language is a bit obscure to Gu Xiaoyou, after understanding the meaning, it seems quite interesting.

The more he read, the more fascinated he became. Gu Xiaoyou simply sat on a chair and started reading.

I don’t know how long I watched, but I felt that there were several people sitting next to me. Gu Xiaoyou raised his eyes and saw that there were a few more ladies in the store. Some were holding poems to cover their reading, and some were holding books generously.

look.

Gu Xiaoyou observed for a moment and found that those who liked romance novels were about the same as those who liked gory stories.

"I wonder how the combination of bloody stories and love stories will work?" Gu Xiaoyou murmured thoughtfully, and several film and television works with cliché but exciting plots floated through his mind.

With a flash of inspiration, Gu Xiaoyou blinked his watery eyes and whispered softly: "Why don't I change the TV series, maybe it will be very popular."

Having made up his mind, Gu Xiaoyou sat on a chair and conceived a story while silently observing the preferences of the ladies.

Sitting in the book club until the sunset, Gu Xiaoyou did not leave the book club.

I looked through the books on the bookshelf with a serious expression, and basically read through the entire storybook on the shelf.

Suddenly, an angry female voice interrupted Gu Xiaoyou's movements.

"Okay, you don't allow me to read the book, but you hid here to read it yourself." Mrs. Zhou said dissatisfied.

"Sister Zhou, you misunderstood me. I was just imagining a story." Gu Xiaoyou smiled ingratiatingly, closed the books on the table, and stuffed them on the bookshelf.

She couldn't wait to hold Zhou's arm and walked towards the backyard.

"Come on, I'll take a storyteller home and tell him stories."

"You're telling the wrong story, it should be Mr. Storyteller telling you a story." Zhou said in confusion, and was stunned by Gu Xiaoyou's remarks.

"That's right, you'll know when we get home." Gu Xiaoyou pulled Zhou to the backyard, where there happened to be a few storytellers who hadn't left yet.

Gu Xiaoyou quickly asked: "Is there any gentleman who is particularly good at telling stories about love and hate?"

"I'm good at it." The two storytellers raised their hands in confusion.

"Okay, it's just you two. Come back to the mansion with me tonight, and I'll tell you a story." Gu Xiaoyou waved her hand and invited the storytellers to follow her back to the mansion.

The two storytellers looked at each other, and had no choice but to follow Gu Xiaoyou under her eager eyes.

The four people returned to the mansion smoothly in a carriage. Gu Xiaoyou treated the two gentlemen to dinner and took them to the main hall. Mrs. Zhou was a little curious about Gu Xiaoyou's story and followed her.

The servants handed over the tea and stepped aside respectfully.

Gu Xiaoyou took a sip of tea and said calmly under the expectant eyes of several people: "I wonder if you two gentlemen have noticed the recent situation in the book club?"

"I noticed that books have been bought very well recently." A storyteller said happily.

"Yes, especially the stories dictated by Boss Gu, sold very well." Another storyteller complimented.

Gu Xiaoyou smiled: "Not only that, the stories compiled by several gentlemen are also very popular, especially the bloody ones."

"Spill blood?" The storyteller said with some confusion: "We don't seem to have made up a similar plot."

"It's not really about spilling blood, it just means that the plot of the story is extremely exaggerated." Gu Xiaoyou explained patiently: "I found that a story written by a certain gentleman about a wife's wise fight against a concubine sold very well."

As soon as Gu Xiaoyou finished speaking, a storyteller opposite said sheepishly: "To be honest with you, I thought of that story in my mind."

"Talent." Gu Xiaoyou praised with a thumbs up.

Although the storyteller didn't understand the meaning of thumbs up, but when he followed Gu Xiaoyou's words, it probably meant praise. He smiled sheepishly: "Boss Gu is so complimentary."

"I'm overly modest, your story is quite interesting." Gu Xiaoyou gave some encouragement and went straight to the point: "But I found that the stories of our book club are still limited, so tonight I will tell you what I thought of.

story."

"I would like to hear the details." The storyteller put down his cup and pretended to be listening attentively.

Gu Xiaoyou cleared his throat, used the tea bowl on the table as a wake-up call, and put it on the table: "Then I will tell you a story about my wife's revenge."

The storyteller and Ms. Zhou were startled by her and subconsciously sat upright.

Gu Xiaoyou opened her bright eyes, opened her lips, and exaggeratedly said: "It is said that once upon a time, there was a man who married a virtuous and virtuous wife. The wife diligently took care of the man's family, but...

No one in the family thanked her, but instead chastised her..."

The three of them listened with a casual attitude, but Gu Xiaoyou's story seemed to be magical. Some of the plots could be guessed, but they were still unconsciously attracted by what she told.

Even the servants who were coming in and out of the room carrying tea and water couldn't help but stop and listen to Gu Xiaoyou's story.
Chapter completed!