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In the eighteenth year of the Republic of China, there was a severe drought in western Henan.
The storyteller Shen Yanqiu took a fan and a piece of gavel wood to earn a living in a teahouse in Luoyang City.
He is not talking about talented people and beauties, but about the brothers in Wagang Village and the loyalty of Shuibo Liangshan. The audience's blood boiled with excitement, but he knew that those stories of loyalty and loyalty were just a drunken dream of tea drinkers in troubled times.
Until that night, an injured young man fell into the teahouse with a blood-stained secret letter in his arms.
Shen Yanqiu slapped the gavel on the table.
This time, he stopped talking.
He went into the book.
