Yun Sheng

In a teahouse in Peiping There were a few people sitting scattered under the stage, cracking melon seeds, drinking a pot of tea costing three pennies, and feeling drowsy. A storyteller on the stage was spitting and talking about the clichéd Three Kingdoms. "Hey, Lao Zhao, I've listened to your book three times this month. Do you have anything new to make us guys happy?" After hearing this, the man named Lao Zhao on the stage was in trouble. "Look, there are only two notebooks left by our ancestors. Don't tell me that you are tired of listening to them. Even Lao Zhao is tired of talking about them! We don't have that culture, so writing new notebooks is not something we can do. Besides, you don't like to listen to the notebooks we wrote!" There was a burst of laughter in the audience, "Come on, you wrote that thing. Three sentences don't make sense, and you can't listen to it. You've been talking about the Three Kingdoms back and forth, and we guys are tired of hearing it. Let's change it!" "Then... Let's talk about Water Margin?" This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.