The prefect Gao looked at the gift list presented by the housekeeper, and said angrily: "Didn't you say that you should prepare a generous gift, what kind of goods are you preparing here?" Go back and prepare. ”

The housekeeper reluctantly retreated and re-prepared the generous gift, but he thought strangely in his heart: "It's just the opening of a restaurant, and the congratulatory gift worth three hundred guan is too light, isn't it necessary to prepare a thousand heavy gifts?" ”

Gao Quan snorted and slammed the tea bowl on the table, thinking that these house slaves were really useless.

Since the time he saw the leaflet, the Kochifu had already determined that the West Building had a close relationship with King Hui.

The dignified King Hui not only invited someone to write three peerless poems, but also deigned to attend the opening of the restaurant, and allowed his presence to be written on the thing called "leaflet", so how close does it have to be?

At this time, the Kochi Mansion had already made up countless halos for the head of the West Building.

"Xu is the outer room that King Hui keeps outside? Or is it a commoner who lives among the people? Or is it that King Hui's favored side concubine is tired of being tired and wants to open a restaurant to have fun? Gao Quan kept guessing.

As the so-called etiquette is not strange to many people, after all, it is a dignified prince, it is better to be good than evil, what is it to send thousands of congratulatory gifts?

If you want to gain a firm foothold in officialdom, the most important thing is not only to stand in line, but also to know how to figure out what you want.

There are not only a few people who have the same identity as the shopkeeper of the West Building, but they are all over the major luxury mansions in Hangzhou.

If this continues, the congratulatory gifts received on the opening day of the West Building will be enough to exceed 7,000. If King Hui knew about this, it is estimated that he would immediately order someone to get back the corpse that Steward Cheng had "disposed of", and then whip three hundred lashes.

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There are no less than a million people in the entire city of Hangzhou, and it is said that the population of Bianliang is even larger. But whether it is Hangzhou or Bianliang, I have never heard of traffic jams, just because people at this time are more environmentally friendly when they go out, and everyone is still in the era when traffic is basically relied on.

After all, there is a lot of copper money needed to raise livestock, and it is indeed not easy to get stuck in traffic.

It's just that who would have thought that a young boy who silently traveled to the Song Dynasty flapped his wings a few times, but advanced the traffic jam by nearly a thousand years.

Today's Hangzhou West Lake is not jammed with traffic, but jammed with people.

Humans are very difficult creatures to stop because they are small and can bend at will, burrowing holes and climbing fences for almost anything.

But even so, it is still blocked, because no matter how you drill or turn over, you must have an open space in front of you to get by. If all the places in front of you are full of people, you will not be able to get through it anyway.

The Kochi Mansion came a little early, sitting in a sedan chair and silently waiting for the frame of King Hui. When he learned that such a strange event as blocking people had happened, he immediately ordered the dispatch of the messenger to come over, and prepared to forcibly push a road out so that the palace frame could pass.

The officials and gentry of the whole city and the rich people suffered a lot, and they abandoned the frame one after another, and then they crowded to the shore of the West Lake one after another under the escort of the family servants, looking at the dense and countless heads in the distance, all of them showed worried looks.

At this time, if there are bad people who plot to provoke the people to make trouble, I am afraid that none of the nobles on the shore of the West Lake will be able to escape.

At this moment, dozens of people ran out of the restaurant called Xilou, each of them holding a paper tube rolled into multiple layers of rice paper. The paper tube has a big mouth and a small mouth, and if you put your mouth on the small mouth and shout, you can make the sound come far away.

The nobles by the lake were still talking to each other on the paper tubes that could shout, and the crowd of people in the surrounding streets slowly dispersed. The frame, which was stranded in the distance by the nobles, is also slowly approaching its own masters.

Everyone listened carefully and then realized that the West Building was actually drawn out of more than a dozen areas near the left side of the West Lake, claiming that each area will carry out the "Thanksgiving Feedback Lottery" activity, and there will be a special person to summarize and pass the lottery awards in each area to ensure that the guests in each area can understand the details of the entire lottery activities.

However, the left side of the west building does not draw lottery, because the west building is near the lake, and if people are squeezed into the lake, it will be a life lawsuit.

As for the dozen or so areas, the West Building has already been prepared, and each area has been built with wooden platforms, which are said to be a place for the winners to go on stage to express their feelings.

The Thanksgiving Draw will be launched after the cutting ceremony, when storytellers invited from the West Building will tell the story in each area, free tea will be prepared in the area, and some spacious areas will even have some simple stools.

At the same time, many people from the Sanxiang Association are still selling popsicles, "three oils" and various snacks in the area, and Tian Shiyi does not miss any opportunity to make money.

A nobleman with a round body of more than 40 years clapped his hands and praised: "I don't know who the shopkeeper of the West Building is, and it is a pity that such means are all used in the way of drilling camps." ”

A petty official next to him hurriedly echoed: "The prince is so good, he has learned literature and martial arts, and he sells the goods to the emperor's family." The shopkeeper of the West Building has these means but is willing to be a businessman, which is really sighing and shameful. "The starter. m..

This prince was originally a descendant of Wang Quanbin, whose name was Wang Shaowu, and he had lived in Hangzhou for many years.

Wang Shaowu listened to the words of the little official, but said with a smile: "Learn literature and martial arts, and sell the goods to the emperor's family." If the emperor refuses to buy it, what will you do? ”

The little official wanted to take a few shots, if he could get on the big tree of the Hou Ye, he couldn't say when he would be able to borrow a shade, but he was scolded back by a sentence, so he had to laugh twice and disappeared into the crowd.

Wang Shaowu's words are quite a bit of the demeanor of the eleventh brother, if the two meet, I am afraid that they will be introduced as confidants. It's a pity that Brother Eleven is lying on the boat at this time, beating his legs while humming in pain.

If you want to say that your leg hurts, it is actually related to the portrait he painted for Fang Baihua.

……

Not long after returning to the courtyard yesterday, Tian Gou'er ran back with a framed sketch like a baby.

When he left, everyone knew that Brother Eleven took Sister Baihua to paint a portrait, and now he saw that Tian Gou'er brought the painting back, so there was no reason not to look at it.

Fang Baihua didn't want to show everyone at first, but when she saw that they were all dumbfounded, and Niu Xiaomo and Catherine, who were specially rushed back for the opening of the restaurant, Sister Baihua agreed to let everyone take a look.

Framing sketches in later generations is definitely new and peculiar, but in the Song Dynasty, it is logical.

Baihua slowly opened the scrolled portrait, and the hall immediately shook slightly.

I saw that Fang Baihua in the painting lowered her head slightly, as if she was a little shy, like she usually bowed her head and was shy. The proud posture that has always been disliked by Baihua himself has been painted even more concave and convex, and even these girls like it when they see it.

Soon, the eyes of the women shifted from Fang Baihua's portrait to Brother Eleven.

As we all know, Brother Eleven is the cash cow of Sister Baihua's eleven branches. The cash cow will naturally shake money, but a few days ago, it suddenly shook the poem, which shocked everyone once.

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