When Ma Wentao was carrying out promotions outside, Xie Hong was worried, and he also knew that the gift of holding hands in this era meant closeness. However, he still couldn't stop his cold hair standing on end, if it was a beautiful woman to do this hand-holding gift, but the other party was an old man, which made him sad.

Xie Hong couldn't pull his hand out, because he didn't know if acting rashly like this would make the other party feel that he was being despised or something, he was very depressed, and secretly slandered the complicated etiquette of this era. The mind is on this, and naturally I can't care about the situation outside.

"This arrangement, and these paintings......"

His pain didn't last long, because as soon as he entered the main hall of the teahouse, both Governor Zhang and Zeng Shangshu were shocked. Completely different from the neat arrangement in other teahouses, the main hall is quite strangely arranged, the tables are all round tables, and there are several round stools on the side of each table, which are placed at random and quite messy.

There is also a circular platform in the middle, I don't know what it is used for, and the most exaggerated thing is that, for some reason, this main hall itself is also an arc. Looking at the tables and chairs alone, it originally felt messy, but after matching this arc-shaped hall, there was a strange sense of harmony.

Both of them were very experienced, and although this arrangement was novel, it could not surprise them. It's just that the wall of this arc-shaped hall is the same as the mural outside, and there are many characters of the Three Kingdoms painted on it. The painting is brightly coloured and has a variety of figures, and because of the hall, the painting is also repeated and continuous, making people feel like they are in the middle of the story at a glance.

Although the two adults have a wide range of experience, it is the first time they have seen such a scene, even if the city government is deep, it is inevitable that there will be some gaffes. Zeng Shangshu didn't know why, his attitude towards Xie Hong was quite kind, and after a shock, he turned to Xie Hong and asked, "Nephew Xie Xian, could it be that these paintings and the murals outside are all from you?" ”

Hearing his question, Xie Hong was overjoyed, first withdrew his hand without a trace, and then arched his hand and responded: "Back to Lord Zeng, it is the kid's graffiti." ”

"It's a pity that this painting is just fine, it is too kitsch to color with a pen, it is amazing at first glance, but if you look carefully, you feel that there is no charm, too ingenious, and it is a pity......" Governor Zhang is often known for his calmness, and this gaffe just now made him feel a little faceless, so his words were also a little sharp at this time.

"But Xie Qianhu's foundation is still good, if you find a famous teacher and devote yourself to practicing for a few years, then your attainments in calligraphy and painting will definitely improve by leaps and bounds, hehe."

Xie Hong didn't care about this evaluation, of course he as a craftsman can also paint, the kind of painting full of artistic atmosphere, he can't paint, what he paints is this kind of painting that has no charm at all, only the appearance. As for the evaluation of craftsmanship, Xie Hong sneered in his heart, his brother was originally a craftsman, and of course the things he painted were full of craftsmanship.

"Nephew Xie Xian, the old man should have spent a lot of effort looking at your paintings in these two places, and it's okay inside, but those outside are blown by the wind and rain, won't the color fall off in a few days?" Zeng Jian didn't care about Xie Hong's painting skills, but asked a lot of questions in the hearts of the audience.

"Returning to Lord Zeng......"

"Huh! The old man didn't say it, he was not an outsider, just call his uncle. Zeng Jian waved his hand and interrupted Xie Hong's speech.

"That kid might as well be respectful."

When he was in Beizhuang, that Wang Zhixian was quite polite, and Xie Hong also knew that the ancients valued etiquette in later generations, and he was usually careful. But in fact, he is still very impatient, and it is very troublesome to call an adult. Although I don't know why this Zeng Shangshu takes care of himself like this, but since he has commanded, he will obey his orders.

"It is true that the painting was not painted directly on the wall, but on a wooden board, covered with a thick white linen cloth, and the painting was painted directly on the linen. Usually, if there is rain or snow falling, you can take it off directly, and it doesn't matter if there are other accidental damages, draw another picture and paste it. ”

"I see, the old man once heard that there is a rich family in the south of the Yangtze River, painting on the curtain, beautiful for several miles, it is a wonder, and there are such records in the notes of the ancients, could it be that the virtuous nephew also imitates such stories?"

Xie Hong was stunned, he would do this, of course, because most of the posters in later generations did this, and he happened to be able to draw a few strokes, so he did it. On the one hand, it can be used as a poster for publicity, and on the other hand, it is set up in the interior of the teahouse, giving people an immersive feeling.

But he didn't know what Zeng Jian said at all, but since someone helped find an excuse, it should be down, anyway, Xie Hong didn't plan to strive for originality or anything.

"Uncle Zeng, that's exactly the case."

"These paintings add this arrangement," Zeng Jian bowed slightly, and said approvingly: "Well, Xie Xian's nephew, you are indeed exquisite, and your ingenuity is unique." ”

Xie Hong confirmed his guess, this Zeng Master was indeed a craftsman, otherwise he would not have said this. What Governor Zhang said is a typical scholar's point of view, these ingenuity, design or something, in the eyes of the reader, are just a small road, with ingenuity, that is a derogatory term.

And this Zeng Shangshu expressed his approval, obviously seeing the beauty of his arrangement, except that he was an expert, Xie Hong couldn't find any other explanation. If you are an expert, you can also explain why Zeng Shangshu treats him so kindly, presumably it was Dong Ping who said something about himself that made this adult interested, but what did he come to him for?

With doubts, Xie Hong led the three of them to the second floor.

The second floor is where the private room is located, and just like Xie Hong's promotional plan, this design is also copied from some of the business knowledge he heard sporadically in later generations. The purpose of the layout of the first floor is to maximize the use of space to accommodate more customers, which is the biggest purpose of Houdefang, popularity.

At the same time, it is also necessary to leave space for those rich and dignitaries, the second floor is for these people, in Xie Hong's words, the first floor is to make money, and the second floor is to make money. There are only seven rooms on the second floor, the one in the middle is the piano room, and the ones who play the instruments are Ling'er and Qing'er, Xie Hong doesn't want them to show their heads, so he specially set up this piano room.

The other six rooms are private rooms, and the layout here Xie Hong has not made any adjustments, whether it is the seats or the calligraphy and paintings on the wall, it is the same as the private rooms of other Qinglou teahouses.

Seeing the layout here, Zeng saw that it was nothing, but Governor Zhang breathed a sigh of relief. He was the governor of a town, and if he was really allowed to sit on those weird-looking tables and chairs, it would be really unseemly, and if it was spread, he would become a laughing stock of Shilin. But he didn't leave like this, and when he went upstairs, he was also in a dilemma.

Fortunately, this Xie Qianhu is not too crazy, the second floor is still normal, slightly humble, and a few people also sat down. It also happened that at this time, people from outside also came in one after another, and naturally they were amazed, after all, this arrangement was quite shocking, and even Governor Zhang, who was full of poetry and books, and had been educated by saints, was out of shape, let alone ordinary people?

"Brother Xie, looking at the paintings in this teahouse, could it be that the book you want to talk about is the Romance of the Three Kingdoms?" Xie Hong already knew at this time that as early as decades ago, Luo Guanzhong had already written a book on the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, and most of the comments in the market were based on this book. Therefore, he was not surprised by Dong Ping's question, and nodded yes.

"But this comment has been told in Xuanfu for a long time, that is, the foolish brother doesn't go out often, and I've heard it a few times, ...... you, virtuous brother" Dong Ping wanted to speak and stopped, he was not optimistic about Xie Hong's plan to open a store, and he had persuaded him once before, but Xie Hong didn't listen, and he couldn't. Knowing the content of the commentary, he wanted to persuade him again, but at this time, there was Governor Zhang next to him, and he was not easy to speak.

"Brother Dong, you can watch it well, and you will find out in a while." Xie Hong is full of confidence.

During the conversation, the hall on the first floor had fallen silent, and the audience had already taken their seats, except for some sporadic comments about the murals, most of which were not about the paintings, but about the stories that were told in the paintings.

Tea and dim sum are naturally served, tea is ordinary camellia, and dim sum is just melon seeds and other things, fortunately, the audience did not report much expectations, not to mention that it is free now, even if it is collected later, it is only a maximum of three cents, what good goods can be? Anyway, a cup of hot tea in the winter feels good, and everyone is waiting to watch the next show.

Naturally, tea was served on the second floor, but this tea is a high-quality tea, and this tea will also be charged in the future, which is naturally different from the free thing.

In the expectation of everyone, Ma Ang, dressed in a long robe, turned out of nowhere, raised his feet and went up to the high platform in the middle.

"Could it be Maang who came to read the book? Hehe, it fits well. The audience is also from Xuanfu City, naturally there are people who know Ma Ang, and they also know Ma Ang's problems.

Ma Ang made a square gesture and said loudly: "There is a long time for everyone to wait, let's start." Everyone should also see that today we are talking about the story of the Three Kingdoms. In the era of the Three Kingdoms, there were many heroes in the world, and how many heroes bent their waists for this picturesque country, brave as Guan Zhang Lu Bu, resourceful as Gongjin Kong Ming, and the ups and downs made people can't help but be fascinated by the ......"

His routine is different from the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, first came to a lyrical, most of the audience has heard the commentary, and they also know a lot about the characters he says.

“…… Even so, how can a three-inch tongue speak of this eternal romance? Everyone, listen to the next song and have fun! Qu Lai ...... "After listening to Ma Ang's lyrics, the audience thought that they were going to start the main topic, but Ma Ang's words were even more passionate, but he said that he wanted to sing a song, which surprised everyone.

It's not that there is no music in ordinary teahouses, but most of them are street singing, and they just go to the teahouse to eat. If you really want to listen to the music, you still have to go to the Qinglou, or the big families will raise some excellent singers and enjoy them at home. It's really rare to talk about such a thing in a teahouse.

"Hehe, Xie Qianhu, isn't your teahouse still planning to do business in Qinglou?" Governor Zhang twisted his beard and smiled, and said: "But it's not new, it's interesting, is the song to be sung "Red Cliff Nostalgia"?" "There are naturally a lot of lyrics about the Three Kingdoms, but the most famous and most suitable for singing is none other than this Nian Nujiao, so Governor Zhang has this question.

"Not really." Xie Hong hesitated for a moment and said, "Master Zhang, just listen first." ”

The next song to be sung was made by the Ming Dynasty, but Xie Hong didn't remember who the author was, let alone when it was made. He pondered, anyway, it's just a song, even if the original author has already written the word, it doesn't matter, if the author hasn't written it yet, then he has to say sorry.

He didn't explain much because the prelude to the piece had already begun.

Everyone suddenly heard a gust of wind, the wind was long, and the trees were falling, which was terrifying and shocking;

Without waiting for everyone to find the source of the wind, another drum beat rose from low to high, mixed with the sound of the wind, and a vast atmosphere enveloped the entire Houdefang in an instant, making people feel like they were in an ancient battlefield.

Everyone looked at each other, all of them were at a loss, Governor Zhang upstairs had a relaxed smile, turned his face to Xie Hong, and wanted to say something, but at this time he couldn't help but pause, and then his face turned solemn, holding the handle of the chair and listening attentively.

The sound of the wind and the sound of drums passed in a flash, and it seemed that their mission had been accomplished.

Immediately, a few solemn piano sounds dispelled this forest atmosphere, but added a bit of antiquity. Without waiting for everyone to taste it, in the accompaniment of another unknown instrument, Maang's singing voice rose at the right time, and as soon as it started, everyone wanted to applaud.

"The rolling Yangtze River is passing away, and the waves are sweeping away the heroes......" Xie Hong once commented on Ma Ang's voice, saying that it was an excellent baritone, and the current audience has a similar feeling. The melody is sad and sad, and the lyrics are even more evocative, with Ma Ang's rich voice, everyone is intoxicated for a while.

“…… Success or failure turns empty, the green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times. On the river of the fishing wood, it is customary to see the autumn moon and spring breeze. A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet, and many things in ancient and modern times are laughing and talking. ”

The words are finished, the song is not over, only the unknown instrument is still pouring out gracefully, and sometimes a few piano tones are in harmony, allowing people to savor the touching just now. I don't know how long it took for this song to come to an end, but everyone's hearts seemed to have gone through thousands of years of wind and frost, and all kinds of flavors came to their hearts.

"Good!" I don't know who was the first to shout.

"Good words, good songs, good singing skills!" Then the applause roared, and the sound came out far away, even when it reached the archway, it was still clearly audible, and the people of the entire cross street were alarmed.

Those who didn't come to see the excitement asked each other, and those who had not gone were even more heartbroken, and the idea of wanting to leave was gone in an instant, and they all came to the door again, looking inside desperately, wondering what kind of wonderful method it was, which caused such a big sensation.