There are pens, ink, paper and inkstones for sale in the shop, calligraphy and paintings are hung on the four walls, and an old man with a long beard sits in front of the long desk in the center, bowing his head and holding a pen and writing, as if he is writing something.

Looking at the calligraphy and paintings in the shop, Gao Sheng was a little surprised.

Of course, he couldn't see the quality of calligraphy and painting, but he became interested in the paintings hanging on the wall.

I remember that none of the paintings in the Tang Dynasty were painted on rice paper, but when I took a closer look, I found that it was all silk.

Most of the painters of the Tang Dynasty were court painters, and there was no shortage of silk when painting, and paper was used to write, so few people used it.

There are silk paintings in this ordinary bookstore, which either means that the owner of this bookstore is a court painter, or the owner of the bookstore is not an ordinary person.

The long-bearded old man stopped writing from the long case, looked up, and saw Gao Sheng probing his brain in the shop, put down the brush in his hand, got up and bowed his hands, Zou Mei asked: "This Langjun, do you want to write a couplet or a sacrificial text, or a family letter?" ”

At this moment, Gao Sheng saw the old man's face clearly, returned the salute, and replied with a smile: "I don't know if Mr. can write advertising words on his behalf." ”

"Forgive the old and the lonely and unheard, what is the 'advertising word'?"

In the Tang Dynasty, anyone who heard these three words was confused, and the long-bearded old man was already confused.

Gao Sheng's cheeks twitched, and his old face turned red, well, habitually popping up modern words again, and it is not strange that the people of the Tang Dynasty do not understand it.

"It's to write two pairs of words according to Xiaosheng's requirements." Gao Sheng hurriedly replied that if he dared to explain the meaning of the advertising words, the long-bearded old man would get to the bottom of it, and he wouldn't do anything.

Let's start with advertising, and then involve audience psychology, which is messy, and he can talk about it for three years.

So Gao Sheng hurriedly and briefly said the request.

The long-bearded old man followed his request, found a piece of paper with a length and width, and wrote a few large characters with a large brush.

Like Zhang Dazhu, the long-bearded old man was also very curious about the word "steamed bread" on the paper, and when he knew that steamed bread was a kind of dim sum, the long-bearded old man was puzzled.

"One for one person, steamed buns for free? That is to say, this is called steamed bread and dim sum for free......"

The long-bearded old man looked at him, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he asked, "Where is Lang Jun going to 'one per person, and the steamed buns will be given away for free'?" ”

"It's on the opposite side of the village, under a big tree not far from the front gate of King Zheng's Courtyard."

"Not in the village city, not in the crowd, Lang Jun is a wonderful person." The long-bearded old man smiled with feeling.

"Sir's reputation." Gao Sheng said politely, as far as his ability to see people is concerned, this long-bearded old man does not seem to be simple.

After the two pairs of characters were written, Gao Sheng asked the long-bearded old man to draw a steaming steamed bun under the big characters, although it was a Chinese painting method, it was also lifelike.

"Sir, how much are these two pairs worth?" Gao Sheng took out his money bag and prepared to pay.

"Lang Jun gave the villagers steamed buns to taste, and these two pairs of words were also given to Lang Jun in vain." The long-bearded old man laughed and said, "It's Lang Jun's dim sum called 'steamed bun', just send a few with the old decay." ”

"How does this make ...... That's not good...... I'm embarrassed to ......."

Gao Sheng was overjoyed in his heart, on the surface, he still had to do hard work, and he was embarrassed, but the money bag in his hand had already been put back into his clothes.

Gao Sheng's actions all fell into the eyes of the long-bearded old man, and the long-bearded old man smiled even more happily, and said straight in his mouth: "Wonderful person."

After Gao Sheng took the words, he sneered and said, "Xiaosheng still has one more matter, and I ask Mr. to help." ”

"What else is going on with Lang Jun? But it doesn't hurt to say that. The long-bearded old man looked at him with a look of surprise, so white that the two words were not counted, and there were requirements, this product was really a lot of requirements.

"Xiaosheng wants to borrow the window panel of Mr.'s house, I don't know if it's possible?"

In ancient times, the windows of poor families and business shops were nailed with several wooden boards, and the poor people could not afford to use the carved windows, and it was not conducive to anti-theft in business.

Moreover, this kind of window panel can be disassembled by pushing and pulling one by one, opening ventilation and lighting during the day, and installing it back at night.

When he entered the bookstore, Gao Sheng stared at the window panel of the bookstore.

The long-bearded old man didn't know what Gao Sheng was borrowing the window panel for, and he was also curious, so he nodded and said, "As long as Lang Jun can send it back before sunset, this window panel can be lent to Lang Jun." ”

With the approval of the long-bearded old man, Gao Sheng hurriedly saluted and thanked him, and then went to the corner to pick up a three-foot square window panel and put it down, and then asked the long-bearded old man to find some paste, and pasted the two pairs of big characters of "one person for one person, steamed buns for free" on the front and back, and a simple billboard was made.

Then Gao Sheng said goodbye to the long-bearded old man, and promised that the first pot of steamed buns would be sent to the long-bearded old man to taste, and finally carried the billboard and left.

At this moment, people have come and gone in the village and market, all kinds of shouting and buying and selling vendors, and ordinary people have gathered, and the people of each village who have come to rush to the Wei are crowded, and the village and city street is overcrowded.

Gao Sheng carried the billboard of "One person at a time, steamed buns for free", blinking unusually in the crowded village and market, and the crowd looked over without him shouting.

It's a pity that few people in this era can know words, and they still have to shout to be reliable.

"Outside the mountain, outside the building, I

The steamed bun is the cow, all of you have passed by the old folks, uncles and aunts, Langjun Niangzi, the original price of two pennies steamed buns, now all for free, everyone has a share, one person, come early to eat, and then eat the wind ......"

Shouting together, even if Gao Sheng's voice was not loud, the villagers who rushed to the Wei and the merchants and ordinary people who sold goods on the scene all looked over, and it was the first time I heard such an interesting shout.

"Outside the mountain, Qingshan Building, outside the building, hey, it's quite cultural."

"What's a steamed bun?"

"This merchant, carrying a plaque, doesn't sell anything."

“……”

For a while, the people in the village and city asked Gao Sheng, and Gao Sheng just continued to shout: "The waves of Honghu Lake are blowing, the steamed buns are soft and delicious, one bite is soft, two mouthfuls are sweet, and three mouthfuls and four mouthfuls bite the tongue ......."

Good guys, it's all out.

How did these Tang Dynasty Tianshe Han Cheng hear such an interesting shout?

So some curious people followed him, but they wanted to see where he stopped to deliver dim sum for free, to see what the steamed bun in Gao Sheng's mouth was, and to say that he could eat one for free.

Looking at the crowd of people following behind him, Gao Sheng smiled slightly, quickened his pace, and walked to the opposite side of the village market, under the big tree not far in front of King Zheng's mansion.

Of course, the shouting continued.

Gao Sheng walked happily under the big tree, followed by a group of ordinary people watching the excitement, he was a little complacent, is the effect good, if it goes on like this, maybe the one in King Zheng's courtyard should come out.

He didn't know that among the people who followed him to watch the excitement, there were two figures that he was very familiar with.

Shanghe Village is a big village, and on the days when Shanghe Village rushes to the Wei, the people of ten miles and eight townships will come to the Wei, sell some of their own handmade products, and exchange some money and goods to go back to subsidize the family.

The old man and the old lady of the Gao family are naturally no exception.

The old man and the old lady came to Shanghe Village today to sell the newly woven dustpan.

As soon as the old man and the old lady staggered to Shanghe Village, they saw Gao Sheng shouting, so they and the old lady followed.

"Hmph, this loser!"

The old man of the Gao family looked at Gao Sheng's back, listened to Gao Sheng's out-of-tune shouting, his nose was a little crooked, and he snorted heavily.

"Child, don't worry, San Lang may have another secret when he shouts like this."

But the Zhou family can always forgive his son for all kinds of wrongs.

"Hidden ghost, his baby pouts his ass, I know what kind of fart he is putting!" Old Man Gao's face was gloomy......