This point could be attested by the heavens!
But speaking of which, he preferred the kind where butterflies were used as currency, and Shen Yanshu did so as well. (Well, feel free to criticize fully in the group).
As the two strolled leisurely, Du Ming suddenly stopped walking and pointing to the crowd ahead, he chuckled and said,
"Brother Chen, the storytellers in Tangshan Prefecture owe their living to you these days."
Chen Yuan smiled faintly and stepped forward.
The storyteller surrounded by dozens of people was an old man with gray hair and a robust voice, showing no signs of bending or hunching. He slapped the shock wood and declared loudly,
"Speaking of the Divine Dragon descending from Above the Nine Heavens, today this humble old man will regale you with tales of our Tangshan's Green Envoy, the dashing Chen Yuan."
After the opening words, the crowd immediately focused intently on the storyteller.
He spoke fluently and unceasingly about the deeds of Chen Yuan.