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Volume 1 Chapter 146 Sister, what is a prostitute...

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    If I hadn't invented playing cards, I really don't know how I would have survived every dark night. No wonder human beings reproduced very quickly in ancient times. Think about it, at night, there are no various entertainment tools, and those who are not married can only stare.  , those who have mothers-in-law can only entertain each other, so the fertility of this era is very strong, which has a lot to do with the lack of entertainment industry.  [This article comes from] And now, since I am here, I naturally have to create some entertainment programs that can entertain people and myself. At least, it can also give me a place to relax and enjoy singing and dancing when I am bored.  Or drama, well, yes, although I was just an ordinary person in my previous life, it does not prevent me from admiring and admiring those great directors.  When I was a child, I had a dream to perform like Marlon Brando and conquer audiences all over the world. Unfortunately, when I grew up, I realized that being an actor is not that easy.  The ability to cry and laugh on stage, to be nervous at one moment and pretend to be innocent at the other is not something I can do well.  But this does not hinder the dream hidden in my heart. Now, I have traveled through time and come to this era that lacks entertainment. Apart from dancing, or playing the piano and reciting poems, there are no other entertainment items at all.  Since I¡¯m here and have the conditions, of course I want to fulfill my dream of being a director. As for my dream of being an actor, forget it. How can a gentleman like me be so crazy on stage?  That would be too damaging to my image.  In ancient China, there were many classic stories that could be adapted into dramas, or stage plays. Well, they should be called stage plays. In my previous life, although I had heard Peking Opera, watched Yue Opera, and enjoyed Henan Opera, but  The problem is that I just listen to it, so it¡¯s impossible for someone like me who doesn¡¯t even understand the singing styles of various dramas to invent and innovate those dramas.  It is better to come up with some tragedies and comedies that can be performed on the stage. I believe that the old people in the Sui Dynasty will go crazy after enjoying the stage plays written and directed by me.  ¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª It was at the barbecue banquet held by the stream in my residence, that I finally came up with the concept of a relationship stage play and put it into practice.  This thing is a brand new entertainment project of Quanjude Hotel to attract the audience.  However, while these guys were devouring their food, they were questioning my master¡¯s plan. They had never heard of the stage show, and Liu Hongji even thought that he wanted to do some singing and dancing.  "This is a trivial matter. As long as you keep your word, Brother Xian, with my brother and Brother Wanche's friendship with those people, it won't be a problem to find a few prostitutes. With their figures and faces, hehehehe" Liu  Acer gnawed on the chicken wings with a lewd smile on his face. Except for him and Xue Wanche, who were not ashamed but proud to wink at each other, and Li Jiancheng, who nodded in deep agreement, the others all had dark faces.  Lao Wuwuyi pulled my sister¡¯s sleeve out of curiosity.  "Sister, what is a red hustler?" "I said Xiaowu, don't ask around, don't let those two old hooligans lead you astray." My sister leaned into Lao Wu's ear and was very righteous.  The words warned in a low voice.  Although the little guy was ignorant, he still knew what was going on. His head was spinning rapidly: "Well, sister, I listen to you." "Xiaowu is so good, come here, I'll give this to you." Hearing this, he felt very much like a sister.  The face-loving girl couldn't help but smile, and gave a piece of her favorite roasted chicken liver to this guy. It seemed that Xiao Wu was very good at reading the situation, and he was a talented person.  "Brother, what I want to do is a men's play. Do you think it's appropriate for a few women to stand on top and play the role of big men?" I took a deep breath and didn't get angry. Well, for these two  A shameless brother, no matter how angry you are, it will only hurt your own body, which is really not worth it.  Hearing what I said, Liu Hongji was startled. He choked half to death on the chicken bone when he missed it. He deserved it. After he took a breath, Liu Hongji had a look of disbelief on his face.  "Brother Xian, what do you mean by this? Do you want a bunch of big guys to do orchid tricks on the stage and twist their butts?" The half-eaten chicken feet that I held in my hands fell directly to the ground.  There was dead silence, and even my little Wu looked horrified after burping.  "I, I said, can you be more serious? Who will watch when the big guys show off their butts!" He was angry, Ni Ma, who is this person? Is it possible that I do things so out of tune?  If I really let the big guys come on stage and do orchid fingering and twisting their butts, I suspect that most of the male prostitutes with normal sexual orientation in Luoyang City will raise their middle fingers to the Quanjude Hotel as densely packed as a primeval forest.  Of course, there may be a large number of Sui Dynasty rotten girls and some male prostitutes who like to eat Orion friends squatting there every day, just thinking about it makes me feel goosebumps all over my body, damn!  What is this?  Li Yaoguang, who was squatting next to my girl, had a green face. It seemed that this strong woman had a hard time imagining a big man who looked similar to Liu Hongji and had thick beard, chest hair, and leg hair, standing on the stage in palace attire.  Touch your head with your sexy limbs.  "Didn't you, dear brother, say that you should let the big men come on stage?" Liu Hongji scratched his thick beard and said with a disapproving look on his face.  "Forget it, I really can't tell you. That Yuanfang, go to the study and get my manuscript on the third floor of the bookshelf, book seven. By the way, don't get it by mistake. It says Zhao on the cover.  Orphan." I turned around and greeted Li Yuanfang.  "Zhao's Orphan? What a weird name. Why didn't I know there was such a book?" Li Shimin narrowed his eyes and thought hard for a long time, then shook his head and said.  "This is a script that Brother Wei wrote at home when he was bored these days. Well, it can also be called a novel." I said proudly, nonsense, this is a novel compiled by me personally, and the title of the book is also my copyright. If you  It's weird to hear that.  "Novel?" Li Yaoguang was very curious. He blinked his watery almond eyes and asked me, "What is a novel?" "Novel? Wait, I remembered something." Li Jiancheng burped and quickly raised his hand to attract everyone.  attention, and then triumphantly began to show off his memory and extensive reading.  "I remember that the word novel originated from Zhuangzi. During the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, there were many schools of thought and hundreds of schools of thought contending. In order to persuade princes to accept their theoretical ideas, many scholars and strategists often used metaphors, quoted historical events, cleverly borrowed myths, and often used fables in order to persuade the princes to accept their theoretical ideas.  Modifying words to increase the meaning is irrelevant. Zhuangzi believes that these are all trivial, and calling them "novel" is just a piece of nonsense and is not the place of Taoism. Huan Tan's "Xin Lun" of the Eastern Han Dynasty says: "Combine the remaining small words and use recent metaphors."  , there are considerable words for writing short books and managing one's family. Ban Gu's "Hanshu Yiwenzhi" lists the novelists as ten and defines them as follows: novelists come from the ranks of officials and talk on the streets.  "Xianxiang brother, I don't understand what you mean by these words?" Xue Wanche rolled his eyes and said with a confused expression.  He, and even this young master, felt dizzy after hearing this.  Mr. Li seemed to be a person who studied hard. He blinked his eyes and thought for a while about how to explain. "Anyway, the general meaning By the way, since Brother Auxiliary Machinery can write novels, he must be able to write novels."  He knows the true meaning of the novel better, so it¡¯s better to let him tell you.¡±
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