"The salt beard is three points white, but the snow loses salt and a mouthful of salt!"

When the snow salt advertising slogan in Mojia Village came out, many people who read the book couldn't help frowning when they looked at this strange poem.

"What kind of verse is this, it's bullshit!" There are countless people in Chang'an City, and there are strange feelings rising from the bottom of my heart when I see this poem, but looking at the verse must be a good sentence, but it is too incompatible to compare it with snow and salt.

"According to Mo Jiazi's writing, it shouldn't be!" Many people wondered in their hearts, although there were not many poems written by Merton, but all of them were peerless sentences, and there was no way that such a mistake could have been.

"No, this must not be the original words of this verse!"

In the Panjia Restaurant, Sun Juren ordered to invite friends, ordered a table of stir-fried vegetables and enjoyed them slowly, looking at this strange verse and frowning.

Sun Juren sandwiched a mouthful of stir-fried vegetables, and the beautiful taste suddenly filled the taste buds, which was simply a peerless delicacy and a great enjoyment in life.

"By the way, Lao Pan, do you use Mojia snow salt at home?" Sun Juren asked suddenly.

"Needless to say? The secret technique of Mojia stir-frying, made with Mojia snow salt, the taste is the most authentic! Shopkeeper Pan said proudly.

Needless to say, this must have been Xu Jie's idea, and when he asked Mo San to print the recipes, he must have mixed in private goods.

In fact, Mo San has done even better, even vinegar, soy sauce, and even ingredients have done a lot of advertising, and the advertising fee is simply soft.

"It's delicious!" Sun Juren praised from the bottom of his heart, and after eating the stir-fried vegetables, he found that he had eaten pig food before, which was extremely rude.

A table of friends also praised again and again, drank three rounds, and put the conversation on the strange verse of Merton.

"This poem is definitely not Mo Jiazi's style!" Sun Juren, a slightly fat friend, is also a reader, and after carefully reading this poem, he affirmed.

"Of course not, it has already been written in the ink magazine, who can guess what is in the verse instead of salt! Write it out and hand it over to the boy who sells the newspaper, and then the Mo family will randomly select the top 100 from among the winners, and each person will give ten catties of snow salt. Shopkeeper Pan said exaggeratedly.

Only then did everyone find out that today's ink magazine actually had a receipt slip, which said this line of poetry, the salt word was replaced by a blank, and there was a reward scheme below.

"Ten pounds of snow salt?" Many people were immediately moved, you must know that snow salt is very valuable, ten catties of snow salt is enough for a family to eat for half a year.

Of course, the shopkeeper who can come to Panjia Restaurant is not a poor family, of course, he can't look at the usual astringent coarse salt, he must be able to fill in a few words casually, and he can get ten catties of snow salt, which is naturally great.

"By the way, according to the grapevine, this poem is a peerless masterpiece that will surely be passed down through the ages." Shopkeeper Pan reminded.

"Peerless?"

The crowd was in an uproar. Suddenly, many self-contained readers suddenly became excited, for the talent of the Mo family, the citizens of Chang'an City are obvious to all, since from one city and three poems to "Ma Said", which one is not a lingering sound, March does not know the taste of meat. And the half of the poem in front of me will certainly not be inferior to the others.

And for some well-educated people, although they don't bend their waists for five buckets of rice, it would be great if they could participate in such a peerless poem and get ten catties of snow salt by the way.

"There are a lot of white things in the world this day, how can you guess this!" One diner frowned.

"Lily, I guess!" Someone speculated.

"There is only one word, it must be a single word!" Sun Juren shook his head and said.

"Ugh!"

Suddenly, someone choked back peonies, pearls, and the like. ”

"Since it can be compared to snow, it must be a common thing, I guess it's the moon! The moon is three points white and the snow is white, but the snow loses the moon with a mouthful of ......, and a mouthful of ...... "Sun Juren came up with a very meaningful moon, but he couldn't take it anymore, and finally he could only give up."

Suddenly, the whole restaurant was laughing, Sun Juren was the most talented among them, and he usually wrote poems, since Sun Juren couldn't guess it, their hearts were much more balanced.

"The Mo family is indeed the Mo family, and its talent is indeed incomparable." Sun Juren said in admiration.

"Silver, I guess!" As soon as Sun Juren's friend said this, it immediately caused laughter.

"No, this is too vulgar, this is an article that can be passed down through the ages, and it is impossible to use silver?" Sun Juren laughed.

"Hey!"

Sun Juren's friend also sighed, and it was indeed the same, so he had to give up the word.

"I guess it's porcelain!"

"I guess it's rice!"

……………………

…………

Everyone's brains were opened, and suddenly all the white items were put out to guess, and they all thought that their guesses were correct, and sometimes they blushed and argued.

The same thing quickly spread in Chang'an City, and Merton's unique advertisement instantly caused a national carnival, whether it was ten catties of snow salt, or being able to participate in the peerless poem, which one was heartwarming.

Such an interaction, novel mode, quickly attracted everyone, in Chang'an City, when friends meet, the question is not to eat, but to ask what you guess is as white as salt?

Song Shichao was originally an ordinary citizen of Chang'an City, but he became a celebrity in Chang'an City because of one thing.

He cried out loud at the ink show, claiming that he had guessed the secret of the secret technique of the live fish, only to be disturbed by his own stupid woman.

Such an unlucky move was jokingly called the person closest to the Mo family - the second of the Mo family, and some people even suggested that he change his name to Song Dun, so that maybe he could guess the secret technique of the Mo family next time.

However, Song Shichao was not only not ashamed, but proud, and with Merton becoming famous in Chang'an City again and again, Song Shichao has become the number one fan of Mo Jiazi.

Although he is not literate, Song Shichao, an ink magazine produced by the Mo family, is an order that does not pull an issue, but fortunately, the ink magazine is written in an easy-to-understand manner, and there is no obstacle to reading.

For the receipt of completing Merton's peerless poems in the ink magazine, of course, you will not miss it.

In his own courtyard, Song Shichao thought about it with the ink magazine, and suddenly set his eyes on his plum tree, the plum blossoms in Chang'an City this year are particularly good, he is very impressed.

At that moment, he had an idea, wrote the word plum on the receipt slip, turned his head to look at his mother-in-law who was busy in the kitchen, and hurriedly walked out of the house with the receipt slip, found an ink magazine stronghold, and handed the receipt to the boy in Mojia Village.

Such scenes abound in Chang'an City, and it has become a grand event for the whole people to participate, and then it led to the explosion of ink magazines, and some citizens have several words in their hearts that they think it is appropriate, so they simply bought a few ink magazines in a row, and wrote out all of them and put them in.

As a result, this issue of the supplement directly set the highest sales volume of the ink magazine, which doubled, and along with the ink magazine, the Mojia snow salt was once again popular in the city, which was in short supply.