Quietness finally returned to the teahouse, and Sikong Wancai sent all the people under him outside the teahouse.

The storyteller also sat back down, and everyone else also sat down one after another. Sikong Wancai continued to please Yang Ruoqing while shaking his head.

Seeing that Yang Ruoqing did not show any obvious disgust, Sikong Wancai mustered up his courage and shamelessly sat down at Yang Ruoqing's table.

"Mrs. Luo, what kind of books do you like to listen to? Tell me, and I'll ask the storyteller to tell it specifically for you."

After sitting down, Sikong Wancai was attentive.

Yang Ruoqing glanced sideways at Sikong Wancai and said, "If you want to sit down here, please be quiet."

Sikong Wancai smiled sarcastically and immediately shut up.

Yang Ruoqing looked away and said to the storyteller over there: "Sir, please continue what you said before and talk about water control in Hechuan County."

Mr. Tingshu nodded hurriedly. After all these twists and turns, he finally saw how powerful this guest officer disguised as a man was.

If you have money, skills, and a backing, you can't afford to offend.

Mr. Tingshu was organizing his thoughts there. In the huge teahouse, there was no more discordant sound. Everyone was quietly waiting for Mr. Tingshu's next words.

Here, Sikong Wancai asked Yang Ruoqing in a low voice: "What about water control in Hechuan County? Isn't that where my elder brother goes to control the water?"

"Your eldest brother?" Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows and was stunned.

Sikong Wancai said: "Chen'er, Master Chen'er is my eldest brother, I obey him!"

Yang Ruoqing suddenly realized that she couldn't help but think of the day when Sikong Wancai knelt in front of Chen'er with thorns on his back, crying and asking to be his eldest brother. She couldn't help but have black lines on her forehead.

"Listen to your book, or get out." Yang Ruoqing said angrily.

Sikong Wancai nodded hurriedly and stopped talking. He would glare at anyone around him who dared to whisper.

Over there, Mr. Tingshu opened the folding fan in his hand with a snap, and began to speak in a measured tone:

"Dear guests, as we all know that in March, our Shuicheng Jianye is experiencing vast mist and continuous spring rain."

"The pattering spring rain lasted from the end of February to mid-March, and it lasted for less than half a month without clearing up."

"Some people say that this is where the seven fairies in the sky take a bath, and the basin is leaking..."

"Other people say that this is the dragon that makes clouds and rain in the sky. He got drunk at the Queen Mother's peach feast and neglected his duties, so we built Ye City with rain all over the place."

"There are many reasons, and there are different opinions, but whether it is a battle between gods, a fairy taking a bath, or a dragon neglecting its duty,"

"If it falls on us mortals, it will be a disaster..."

"good!"

Sikong Wancai suddenly raised his hand to touch his palm and shouted "Okay".

This made Yang Ruoqing, who was picking up the tea bowl and taking a sip of tea in her mouth, almost choked.

"Is there something wrong with you?" She glared at Sikong Wancai angrily.

After looking around again, everyone else looked here in surprise.

Sikong Wancai was a little embarrassed. He lowered his hand and smiled flatteringly at Yang Ruoqing, "I was so satisfied with what I heard that I couldn't help but cheer."

"This is just the beginning. We are talking about disasters. Is it time to cheer? You are a pig!" Yang Ruoqing shook her head, truly speechless.

Sikong Wancai also blushed and stared around, staring back at all those surprised eyes.

Then he said to the gentleman who listened to the book: "Go on and focus on the key points!"

I heard that Mr. Xiang had an embarrassed smile on his face, nodded towards Sikong Wancai, and continued.

"It is said that our Jianye City is full of water, but fortunately the county governor Huang is diligent in managing it, and the water in the city will be drained soon."

"However, Hechuan County under the jurisdiction of Jianye City is the county with the most severe flooding this time."

"I heard that many villagers in the village woke up one night and found that their beds, tables and chairs, and the basins and buckets used to wash their faces and feet were all floating,"

"It's not that these things absorb the essence of the heaven, earth, sun and moon, gain spirituality, and float on their own, but that the river embankment broke and the water rushed into the house..."

"The originally good village turned into a vast ocean overnight, and all grains, poultry and livestock were destroyed,"

"Snakes, insects, rats and ants are everywhere. It can be said that the people are living in dire straits, as if they are living in the water hell of the eighteenth level of hell!"

At this point, Mr. Tingshu raised his sleeves and pretended to wipe away his tears.

This emotional speech attracted most of the people in the teahouse. Everyone pricked up their ears and all their mental energy was attracted by Mr. Tingshu.

Even Sikong Wancai is a bit more honest.

Yang Ruoqing played with the tea bowl. Although her eyes fell on the storyteller, her heart had already drifted away.

The disaster in Hechuan County was so serious. Chen'er was there and didn't know what was going on.

Because there are many snakes and insects in the water, as well as bacteria and viruses that spread after the carcasses of poultry and livestock decompose, disinfection work is usually followed immediately after a major flood.

Otherwise, plague is prone to occur. Back then, it was here in Mianniu Mountain, and almost half of the population of Yujia Village died.

Over there, the storyteller's suddenly rising voice pulled Yang Ruoqing back from her thoughts.

"There will always be some people who like to stir up trouble in chaos, take advantage of others, and add insult to injury."

"As the disaster in Hechuan County is so serious, the common people are in danger. They just hope that the floods will not destroy their villages and flood their fertile fields."

"In a town called Wanhe under Hechuan County, a man who claimed to be a half-immortal appeared."

"This man has the same surname as the county magistrate, and his surname is also Huang. In the past, there was a sign posted in Wanhe Town to tell people's fortunes, and he was known as Huang Banxian."

"Huang Banxian said that this flood was actually caused by the Dragon King of Wanhe River."

"Huang Banxian said that the queen of the Dragon King of the Wanhe River passed away a month ago, but the people along the bank did not bring tributes to the river to worship her."

"No, the Wanhe Dragon King has gone crazy. Huang Banxian claims to be the spokesperson chosen by the Wanhe Dragon King, and is here to warn everyone to quickly apologize to the Dragon King and send tributes, otherwise, this bigger rain is still to come!"

Hearing this, there was a gasp in the teahouse.

Many of the guests who came to drink tea and listen to books had a look of astonishment on their faces.

"Wouldn't it be better to buy some fruits and other things and go to the river to offer sacrifices? It's not easy, and it doesn't cost a lot of money!" Sikong Wancai said with a heroic look.

The other listeners also nodded.

Yang Ruoqing didn't say anything. She intuitively felt that it wasn't that simple. Otherwise, Mr. Tingshu wouldn't have talked about it.

Sure enough, Mr. Tingshu shook his head and said: "You gentlemen, you don't know something. Huang Banxian said it again, because the Dragon King of Wanhe River has become angry."
Chapter completed!