"Liu Suanban, you've been going on about Fierce Tiger Village for three days now, isn't that annoying?"
The story-teller was spitting words passionately on the stage when someone in the tea house's private booth grew impatient and slapped the table.
"Exactly!"
"Our ears are all calloused from hearing nothing but Sihai Eight Deserts Hall and Iron Horsemen of the West Desert, with their three heads and six arms, green-faced fangs—sick of it."
The other patrons also chimed in with teasing ridicule.
"Please forgive me, Sixth Master!"
The storyteller, Liu Suanban, was not one to shy away, "Isn't it because Fierce Tiger Village has been eliminated, the commerce routes are fluent, and the price of rice, flour, oil, and salt has dropped a bit? Seeing that you sirs can prosper from here on out, Old Liu is just happy!"
"That's true."
"Good news, yes, good news indeed, but prospering... It's uncertain."
Sixth Master revealed a slight smile, then mused aloud.
