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Chapter 189 Why are you looking at me?
This was Zhou Hanzhang's first time eating river delicacies in ancient times. They tasted even sweeter and more delicious than what he ate in modern times, with a fragrant and crisp texture.
Her eyes were slightly narrowed, and she looked like she was enjoying herself.
Seeing that she had finished eating, Xiangxiang picked up another one for her. "If you like it, young master, why don't you take some back with you? Just have the people at Yunju boil it in some hot water and it will taste different from drunken shrimp."
Zhou Hanzhang ate a few bites and then stopped. It wasn't that he didn't want to eat, but that he really couldn't eat anymore.
"No need, I'll just try it out."
Jiang Mingyun, still chewing, said, "No, Brother Hanzhang, if you don't want it, I will. Sister, can you give me some?"
At first, Xiangxiang thought Jiang Mingyun was a proud and aloof young lady from a wealthy family, but who knew she would be so approachable when it came to food? She naturally smiled and said, "Of course."
Jiang Mingyun looked at Xiangxiang as if she were looking at her own sister, "Thank you, sister, you're so kind."
Xiangxiang couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh for a while. "Don't be shy. Since you are the young master's sister, we are naturally family. There's no need for formalities among family. Eat as much as you like. I'll have someone pack some for you to take back and nourish yourself. I'll have someone from Yunju get some for you tomorrow."
Jiang Mingyun was overjoyed, as she could both eat and carry a lot.
Xiangxiang arranged for someone to sing and play an instrument on stage, and Zhou Hanzhang watched with great interest.
As soon as the girl began to sing, Zhou Hanzhang had a hallucination, feeling as if he were traveling through a story, rising and falling with the characters.
In addition, the melodies of Pingtan music are beautiful and the rhythm is soothing. At the same time, the singing style of Pingtan is unique and full of charm, which makes her feel an artistic enjoyment while listening to it.
The girls' music and singing brought her a sense of peace and relaxation that she had never experienced since she came into this era.
Perhaps one day, she will be able to return to the modern world and start a new life.
Maybe not.
But if she were to remain in this era, she would prefer to live a more comfortable life.
Because it was she who suggested Pingtan (a type of storytelling and ballad singing art), she was somewhat moved by the feeling that arose at this moment.
It may not be able to affect the overall environment, but it is something to be thankful for if it can ultimately make the environment around us more suitable for our survival.
After the Pingtan performance ended, Zhou Hanzhang remained in a daze for a long time.
"What are you singing? It sounds really good."
Jiang Mingyun couldn't understand the meaning behind the song.
She had lived in Beijing since childhood, and the farthest place she had ever been was a hot spring on the outskirts of Beijing. She couldn't understand the soft Wu dialect.
The storyteller sang with such rich emotion and melodious beauty that even if she couldn't understand the lyrics, it didn't stop her from finding it pleasant to listen to.
Although languages may differ, emotions are the same.
Xiangxiang explained it to her in detail, eventually bringing tears to Jiang Mingyun's eyes.
"That's so tragic. Did they end up together?"
"No, they're all dead," Xiangxiang said calmly.
This story was originally written by Xiangxiang. At the time, she also planned a happy ending, but a happy ending is never as touching as a tragedy.
In the end, she killed off all the characters.
When Zhou Hanzhang heard that these words were originally written by Xiangxiang, a ripple of emotion stirred within him.
This might be a good opportunity to make money.
She had already learned that many of the legendary and mythological stories she had heard about in this era had never appeared, so she could borrow them for her own use.
It's truly remarkable that Xiangxiang was able to create such a sketchbook without any guidance.
No wonder he became the top disciple under Liu Niang.
She was very generous, saying, "Xiangxiang, you're amazing! I never knew you were so talented."
"Young master is joking. We are the kind of people who have seen all kinds of people and all kinds of things. This story was inspired by these experiences."
"Then...they're all dead?"
"Ah, of course not, I just wish they were all dead. By the way, young master, you haven't said anything about this yet. Is it the Pingtan you mentioned before?"
"Very good, they sang with great feeling, I was completely immersed in the story. If they performed it, it would definitely be a huge hit. It's just..."
Zhou Hanzhang hesitated whether to speak or not, but Xiangxiang urged him, "What is it? Young Master, please tell me quickly."
Are you planning to play for your guests when they arrive?
"Hey, of course not. I'm not stupid. Guests come to Xianggui Yayuan to have fun. Who wants to listen to something so sad? I plan to put it in a teahouse under the master's jurisdiction."
Zhou Hanzhang breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't enough to just put it here; if it were placed here, it would really be suspected of driving away guests.
"Then everything is fine, all is well."
After hearing this, Xiangxiang got up, went out, and brought back a stack of manuscript paper filled with writing. "Young master, if it's convenient for you, could you please take a look at these? I've written several stories..."
Looking at the huge pile of manuscripts, Zhou Hanzhang felt a chill. "This... I'm afraid I don't have time to read so many manuscripts."
Jiang Mingyun seemed very excited when she saw it and took it from her. "Brother Hanzhang, you don't have time to watch it, so I'll watch it for you, sister. I also really enjoy listening to operas."
"Alright, then thank you very much, Miss Jiang. If there's anything wrong with the manuscript that needs to be revised, please let me know."
"No problem, since we're all family, you can just call me by my name, sister."
Xiangxiang naturally wouldn't call Jiang Mingyun by his name directly. She just smiled and didn't respond. Seeing that Jiang Mingyun had almost finished eating all the dishes on the table, she didn't show anything unusual and quietly instructed someone to bring more.
Even at the very end, Jiang Mingyun felt incredibly full, but the food on the table remained the same. "How come there's more and more food the more I eat..."
Zhou Hanzhang's lips twitched. "Xiangxiang has arranged for people to have sex with you so many times, didn't you see?"
"what?"
Jiang Mingyun seemed genuinely unaware, saying, "I thought they were serving us tea."
"...Have you eaten?"
"I'm so full, I'm stuffed."
It was rare to hear Jiang Mingyun say that she was holding on, so Zhou Hanzhang couldn't help but chuckle.
"The girls here are beautiful, the music is lovely, the dancing is excellent, and the food is absolutely superb. If you weren't located in Jiangnan, I would definitely come here every day. Now I finally understand why men like to visit brothels. If it were a brothel like this, I would love it too."
Jiang Mingyun sighed, feeling a pang of regret.
"It's alright, we're planning to expand into the capital. We'll be opening a branch there, and we hope Miss Jiang will come and support us."
"really?"
Jiang Mingyun was overjoyed, but then she remembered something and looked at Zhou Hanzhang.
Zhou Hanzhang was somewhat puzzled. "Mingyun, why are you looking at me like that?"