"Quick, quick, why hasnât the storytelling started yet today? I want to know who passed the exam."
"Yes, hurry up, storyteller."
The voices urging continued incessantly.
Discussion buzzed all around.
Some people even secretly started gambling.
"I bet itâs Zhou Wulang who passed the imperial examination."
"In my opinion, maybe itâs Yan Sanlang."
"Ha, what are you talking about? Are you crazy? This script is from the Yonghe Bathhouse, itâs the Chu familyâs, you know?"
When the surname was mentioned, they became bold.
It seemed they wanted to bury Chu Hengâs notorious reputation once and for all.
For a while, even in the Chu familyâs bathhouse, the studentsâ gossip was quite loud.
This infuriated the servants working around, as discussing outside was one thing, but to bring it inside the bathhouse was blatantly stepping on their masterâs face!
Several waiters were fuming with rage.
If it werenât for Shopkeeper Zhangâs strict instructions before opening, they might have already poured scalding hot water into the cups of those people.
Though they couldnât do that, these waiters memorized the people who said those offensive words.
The key was that these students had private rooms on the second floor.
This made their identities even clearer.
"Shopkeeper, those students have gone too far, the storyteller over there is being surrounded and mocked, their words are clearly a slap to our masterâs face," the running waiter hurriedly came up to Zhang Yuan and reported.
Hearing this, Zhang Yuan stifled his anger, not showing it on his face, and waved his hand saying, "Let those people talk."
"Shopkeeper, are we just going to watch?" The waiterâs cheeks puffed out with anger, and he spoke indignantly.
Zhang Yuan gently shook his head, stroking his beard, and said with some depth, "Donât worry, the master and lady must have already prepared; we just need to trust them."
"You go and tell the storyteller to just stick to the script and not be influenced by their words. Tell the story as it should be told." Zhang Yuan, considering that the storytellers were only hired by the bathhouse and not bought servants, gave such instructions.
In fact, this consideration was quite useful.
When the running waiter approached, the storytellers on the first and second floors all had anxious looks on their faces.
"You just go on with your storytelling; the shopkeeper says you wonât face any trouble. Moreover, if you worry about being implicated and damaging your reputation, and donât wish to work here, you can resign now, and your wages will still be paid." The waiter directly put the choice in their hands.
The two storytellers hesitated for a while.
Finally, they both bowed and said, "It was my oversight. Since we promised the shopkeeper to come here and tell stories, we had considered such a situation. It was my oversight. We will prepare now, and please apologize to the shopkeeper for us."
The other storyteller also chose to stay and wasnât further influenced.
The running waiter went back to report the news.
Zhang Yuan nodded in satisfaction, having previously inquired about these storytellersâ character before inviting them, it indeed proved necessary.
Very soon.
The storyteller on each floor hit the wooden board to begin the storytelling.
"Last time we talked about the two gentlemen attending the imperial examination together..."
The contents of this section were simple, Yan Sanlang and Zhou Wulang both passed the imperial examination.
Just that their rankings differed slightly.
Zhou Wulang studied more practical subjects like calculations, while Yan Sanlang learned better.