After most of the day, Sun Lang saw that the traffic jam had been caused on the street, and there were hundreds of onlookers, and his purpose of creating momentum had been achieved, so he waved his hand. The musician who was beating the gong and drum www.biquge.info pen ~ fun ~ pavilion suddenly stopped playing, and the music stopped abruptly. The shop workers also stopped dancing and lined up into the store, carefully carrying out the blue and white porcelain that had been fired one by one and placing it on a table covered with red silk in front of the store.

The onlookers on the street looked at the containers, which were as white as egg whites and printed with pale cyan patterns, as if they had seen UFOs in the sky. In their impression, the pottery is gray and not slippery, there is generally no pattern on it, only the bronze will be cast and engraved pattern, and it is generally the dragon pattern, gluttonous pattern, gold inscription text, etc., but I have seen this kind of thing printed on the white pottery with cyan children's paintings.

The people didn't know what to do, so they chattered and talked about it.

Sun Lang stretched out his hands and motioned for everyone to shut down, hugged his fists again, and said loudly: "Fellow villagers, fathers and elders, the villain is a merchant from Jiangdong, open a shop at the foot of the Son of Heaven, and want to earn a little meager money. After speaking, he bowed to the people.

There was a man dressed as a scribe in the crowd, who thought he had a little knowledge, so he squinted his eyes and asked, "What are you selling?" ”

Sun Lang was happy and replied: "What the villain sells is blue and white porcelain, white as jade, bright as a mirror, thin as paper, and sound like a chime, which can be placed at home, which can be used as a decorative object instead of bronze, and can also be used as a daily utensil such as wine glasses and rice bowls. ”

After he said this, he picked up a porcelain cup, stretched out his finger and flicked it twice, "Dang...... When ......" two crisp sounds, it was as loud as striking a bell.

The scribe stepped forward, took up a small porcelain bowl, looked left and right, and saw that the small bowl was as crystal clear as a jade bowl, and there was a faint light on the rim of the mouth, as bright as a mirror. Following Sun Lang's example, he also stretched out his fingers and flicked them twice, and it was indeed like a chime. Looking at the pattern above, it depicts a story of "Xiao He chasing Han Xin under the moon", the characters are vivid and vivid, and they look like a baby.

The scribe stroked his beard, nodded and asked, "It's a bit new, it's just ...... How did you make this thing? Why haven't we ever met? ”

Sun Lang snorted again, snatched the porcelain bowl from the scribe's hand, wiped it with his sleeve, put it back on the table in a dignified manner, and said with a smile: "This is made with my family's ancestral secret recipe, how can it be revealed to you?" If you want to buy it, you can buy it, and if you don't buy it, don't ask so much......"

The scribe felt more and more curious, so he looked into Sun Lang's eyes and asked, "If I ask you how much this porcelain sells, I should be able to tell you, right?" ”

Sun Lang didn't answer, but just stretched out five fingers and looked at the scribe silently.

The scribe pondered for a moment, and guessed, "Five copper coins?" ”

Sun Lang shook his head.

"Five-dollar money?"

Sun Lang still shook his head.

"Fifteen??" The scribe felt more and more incredible.

Sun Lang replied with a disdainful face: "Wrong, it's fifty ......."

"What? Five...... Fifty copper coins? Buy such a broken bowl as yours? The scribe grinned, and felt that the heavens had fallen into the dark, and that it was the most ridiculous thing that had been done under the heavens.

According to the currency conversion of the Han Dynasty, ten baht and five baht were equivalent to one tael of gold.

When he shouted, the onlookers suddenly exploded. This one said, "A small bowl sells for fifty yuan?" It's too expensive! I've been working all my life, and I've never made so much money! ”

Another accosted: "Maybe someone else is really a baby, to be honest, I used to travel all over the world when I was young, but I have never seen such a new thing!" ”

The man said, "That's it, it doesn't matter if he's a real treasure or not, anyway, poor people like us can't afford it, so let's go back and sell my firewood!" ”

Another person coaxed: "Let's go, let's go!" I think this shop will close sooner or later, and the owner of this shop surnamed Sun has to lose all his money! ”

As he spoke, many people left the shop one after another, and went their own way. The remaining half of the people who didn't leave were watching the excitement, still holding hands and talking, but they refused to come forward to buy.

Seeing that everyone was leaving, He Qi looked very anxious, and persuaded Sun Lang: "Son! We are beating gongs and drums, dancing Yangsong and dance, and we have worked hard for most of the day to attract everyone, why do we want to scare them away with high prices at this time? I think this porcelain is exquisite, but it can be sold for five yuan, why do you want to sell it for fifty yuan? This...... Isn't this self-defeating? ”

"What do you know?" Sun Lang simply leaned against the threshold, crossed Erlang's legs high and said, "Although this group of people is gone, our porcelain has become their after-dinner conversation." The so-called three people become tigers, and all mouths are gold, and within half a day, our porcelain worth fifty yuan will spread throughout Xudu City, and more rich people will come to watch and buy! ”

He Qi was half convinced, so he could only scratch his head and retreat. Sun Lang ordered the shop guys to erect a tall wooden sign at the door, with the inscription "Fine porcelain, fifty guan each, no bargaining", telling passers-by that this porcelain is worth fifty yuan, even if there is one less copper coin, it can't be bought.

After a few hours, the remaining half of the onlookers were gone, and none of the porcelain was sold, and after another half a day, there were only a few passers-by occasionally pointing in front of the shop, but no half of them stopped to interrogate.

He Qi and the shop guys felt very frustrated, they didn't expect that they would follow Gongzi to do a business, and they would end up in such a cold and lonely situation. But when they looked at Sun Lang, they saw that he was still only holding Erlang's legs, and his eyes seemed to be napping, as if he was confident, and firmly believed that someone would eventually pay a high price of fifty yuan and five baht to buy his porcelain.

After another whole day, there were not even a few pedestrians in front of the door, and occasionally three or two people passed by, all of whom covered their mouths with their sleeves and snickered, as if they were laughing at Sun Lang's porcelain shop for not having any business. The plum and pork stalls on the side are very lively, which is in stark contrast to the porcelain shops. The boys were already disheartened at this time, and simply sat down on the ground, basking in the sun listlessly, lazily unable to lift up a little energy.

"Bang...... Bang ......"

When he was struggling, he suddenly heard a few gongs at the end of the street, and there was a commotion. The family members were drowsy, but when they heard this movement, as if they had taken a booster, they all jumped up from the ground and looked at the end of the street, and saw that the carriages and horses were bustling, and dozens of brightly dressed attendants hugged a carriage and rushed towards the porcelain shop. (To be continued.) )