Propaganda needs a good gimmick to use to attract people.

If you want to do it, you will make a hit, the kind that is in short supply.

It is also necessary to be fast, ruthless and accurate.

Li Changsi and Hu Meier's thinking is good, but it is too slow to do.

The little fat girl bit her fingers lightly, thought for a while, and then her eyes lit up, "Brother Huailiang, prepare two small jars of wine, and my son is going to give gifts." ”

"Gift-giving? To whom? Can we make our fat girl tavern famous? Cheng Huailiang and the three were puzzled.

"Overnight, every household in Chang'an City knew about it." The little chubby girl patted her chest, with a confident posture.

"Son, don't brag."

"Don't brag." The little fat girl was afraid that Cheng Huailiang and the three would not believe it, "Two jars of wine, one jar for Uncle Cheng, one jar for Uncle Wei Chi, and then ......"

After the little fat girl finished speaking, Cheng Huailiang and the three of them couldn't help but be embarrassed, this doll is too demonic, and such a bad trick can be thought of.

However, what the son said is right, he will become famous overnight.

The two small jars of wine were prepared, and the little son left with his guards, and before leaving, he told Cheng Huailiang that she would go back to Princess Qinghe after giving the gift, and leave her alone.

The storyteller is also ready, as Hu Meier said, to find two of the best storytellers in Chang'an City.

Cheng Huailiang talked to the two people separately, and the storyteller, who was originally reluctant, immediately became happy after the conversation.

"Two times a day. One in the morning and one in the afternoon. You don't have a fixed salary, and you are billed on a daily basis. For every penny sold, the two of you will be given a penny. ”

"Little grandfather, the little ones all have to support their families, the moonlight rabbit business is bleak, Chang'an City is well known, this commission may be ......" A storyteller was in a hurry.

"Don't worry, I'm not done yet." Cheng Huailiang continued, "You have a guarantee of 100 yuan every month. The tavern's share is not enough for your guarantee, and the tavern will make up for it. If it exceeds 100 Wen, there is no guarantee and no cap. ”

"Little grandfather, fifty wen is fine. The little ones are not greedy. The storyteller spoke.

"Say 100 is 100, it's decided, Mei'er will write an employment agreement, and you can sign it then." After speaking, Cheng Huailiang asked again, "Do you remember everything I gave to you before?" ”

The storyteller nodded, "Remember." ”

"Let's preview it, it will open tomorrow, and it's up to the two of you." Cheng Huailiang arched his hand, "What I just handed over to you is enough for you to deal with it for three days." I'm going to teach you later, and I'll get a few books in my spare time, and you can talk while you read them. ”

"Little grandfather, don't worry, our brothers can't do anything else, just say that the craft of storytelling is reliable, and we will definitely not slap our faces when it opens."

"That's good."

"Mei'er, three buckets of rice wine and one bucket of strong wine, what is the most cost-effective price?" Although Cheng Huailiang understands business, he doesn't know the price of Datang.

Clothes come to reach out and eat to open their mouths, and Cheng Feng does everything very beautifully.

"The price of a bucket of rice wine is three hundred copper coins, and I suggest that we set the price at three thousand and one buckets." Hu Meier thought for a while, and then gave a very pertinent price.

One bucket of ten liters, that is, twenty catties.

The new spirits cost 150 yuan a pound...... The price is reasonable.

"I want to order the name of the liquor to be a little cheesy, how about calling it a stuffy donkey?"

Poof, Mei'er and Li Changsi both laughed, "Little grandfather, you can decide the name however you want." ”

Cheng Huailiang glanced around the tavern, there was a wall that was very empty, and Cheng Huailiang immediately took pen and ink.

A song "Will Enter the Wine" jumped on the wall.

You don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns.

You don't see it, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk.

Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon.

I am born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when I am gone.

Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle for pleasure will require 300 cups of drink.

Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, will enter the wine, and the cup will not stop.

Sing a song with you, please listen to it for me.

The bells and drums are not expensive enough, but I hope that I will not wake up after being drunk for a long time.

The ancient sages were all lonely, and only the drinker left his name.

In the past, King Chen feasted peacefully, and fought wine for ten thousand years.

What is the owner's words, he has to sell the right gentleman.

Five-flowered horses, daughters and daughters, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell eternal sorrow with you.

Cheng Huailiang knew cursive, official script, and regular script in his last life. The best thing is the hairy body, if nothing else, it is domineering when you look at it.

Writing poems, Li Changsi is not surprised, five steps into a poem, and His Majesty Li Er, who boasted, is about to float to the sky. A song will enter the wine, and it also sets off Cheng Huailiang's heroism and freedom.

"Huailiang, are you sure you can also calligraphy?" After Li Changsi became famous, he was taught by Li Jing, the Duke of Weiguo, since he was a child, and he was an all-round talent in civil and military affairs. He was actually shocked by Cheng Huailiang's handwriting.

Hu Meier is also a person who has studied Tang culture, and she found that he had never seen Cheng Huailiang's font at all.

Very heroic, give people a sense of heroism, vertical and horizontal galloping, a cursive writing, then the mind of the world's momentum wrapped on the tip of the pen, a shot is the dragon and tiger leap, such as rushing water, it is spectacular.

"Look at the words, look at the people." Cheng Huailiang smiled faintly, "This rhythm is an ancient theme of Yuefu, and it was originally the tune of the short flute cymbal song of Han Yuefu. An event after the opening, someone can use this rhyme to compose lyrics, and surpass my song "Will Enter the Wine", the Fat Girl Tavern is open for free for a lifetime, free of charge. ”

Li Changsi grinned, a burst of shame, just this word, it is estimated that no one in Datang can surpass it. But it's okay, it's a gimmick.

In the backyard, there was a sudden noise, "You sneaked in through the back door to steal a drink, are you still reasonable?" ”

"It's such a waste to give those drunkards a drink. You might as well give me someone who knows how to drink. A flowing voice rang out.

"Ah, let's steal wine and drink? Watch the master break his dog's legs. ”

Li Changsi rushed out with a brisk walk, but after coming out, he was dumbfounded, a person dressed in tatters, spit on a jar of wine, and then directly played a scoundrel.

"The wine is already dirty, so let's cheapen me." After speaking, he picked up the wine jar and sat in the corner of the courtyard, eating and drinking in a big gulp.

Li Changsi went up to make a move, but was stopped by Cheng Huailiang.

"You know wine?" Cheng Huailiang looked at the sloppy man strangely.

"Contemptible people are not talented, Liu Xuanji of Hedong."

Liu Xuanji? Li Changsi raised his eyebrows, "It doesn't matter if you are mysterious or trash, stealing the master's wine, the master will break your dog's legs." ”

Cheng Huailiang grabbed Li Changsi, "Hedong Liu Xuanji? Do you know Liu Baifall, a Jin person? ”

"Liu's ancestor."

"Can you die without bragging?" Cheng Huailiang glared, "Liu Baihui is a generation of famous winemakers, even if the family is in decline." After a hundred years, how did it become so unbearable to you? ”

Alas! Liu Xuanji sighed.