Tongfu Inn Storyteller

Su Yang, a graduate student in the Department of 21 Feilu Novel Network, had finished revising his thesis, but before the words were saved, he slipped and traveled through time. When he woke up, he was lying in the woodshed of Tongfu Inn, surrounded by the smell of straw, chicken manure, and Guo Furong pointing a broom at his nose. Fortunately, Tong Xiangyu decided to take him in after careful calculation. The conditions were very simple: work to pay the rent. Su Yang agreed immediately, and then asked tentatively: Boss, I can also tell stories, so I can add some revenue to the inn. Tong Xiangyu fiddled with the beads on the abacus without raising her eyelids: Storytelling? There isn't even a decent teahouse in Qixia Town - tell me first. That night, Su Yang set up a broken table in the corner of the inn lobby, used stones as a wake-up call, and started talking about swordsmanship in the snow. If heaven had not given birth to me, Li Chungang, my swordsmanship would be as long as the night. The rag in Bai Zhantang's hand fell off. Lu Xiucai rolled down the stairs. Guo Furong came back from shopping for groceries and stood at the door to listen to the whole process. Tong Xiangyu stood on the second floor, raised the corner of his mouth and quickly pressed it back. The next day, the threshold was trampled down. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.