Xiao Er went to the kitchen, and the teapot was filled with a teapot, put the pot back on the counter, and took a sip of tea with a smile on the counter. The person who collects the money at the counter has no expression.

There is a guest, the mood is different, the shopkeeper Fu is facing the door with tea, see if there are any other guests? At this time, there were few people passing by the door, and there was no one to see.

"What about this man?" The shopkeeper muttered. He walked out, tea in hand, and he wanted to see.

There are still people on the street, but there are not so many, and there are people who want to make more money to set up stalls. The people who came and went, but they didn't pass by the Fulai Inn. The shopkeeper Fu estimated that some people would come when he struck the gong for a while, and he thought that the restaurant would be full of people.

How many people come is unknown, or many may be less, the Fu shopkeeper thinks optimistically, and more people will come.

The shopkeeper stood in front of his inn, looking north and south, thinking about striking the gong for a while. At this time, someone came over, it was a middle-aged man, dressed up, this person was a villager of Ping'an Village, and when he got closer, the shopkeeper smiled at him and showed his teeth. This person was stunned, why did this person smile at himself?

The man slowed down his pace, turned his head to look at the shopkeeper, and looked up at the plaque on the side of the road, with four big characters on it, which was 'Fulai Inn'. He turned to look at the shopkeeper, who was still looking at him and smiling.

This man didn't know why the shopkeeper looked at him and smiled, because he felt that he was curious? "What are you laughing at?" The man said. Looking at the shopkeeper Fu, he moved forward.

As soon as the man asked, the shopkeeper stopped laughing, and the shopkeeper replied: "Oh, it's okay, you go yours." ”

This man wondered, looking at the shopkeeper of Fu moving his steps?

"You go, yours!" The treasurer of Fu said to this man.

"You're sick." The man said a word and turned around and left.

"Huh?" The man scolded himself, and the shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, and saw that the man was gone.

The man walked away, and the shopkeeper Fu 'cut' disdainfully, shook his head, and turned his back hand to face the other side. He looked up, the soup still simmering. After looking, the shopkeeper went to look at the street again. He only hoped that there would be more people on the street, so that when he struck the gong, there would be more people gathered, and there would be more people coming to the inn.

Time passed minute by minute, and the shopkeeper couldn't wait, he decided to strike the gong! Withdrawing his eyes from the north and south streets, he turned to face the inn, and he took resolute steps towards the inn, striking the gong, and waiting.

The shopkeeper Fu entered the inn and said, "Knock on the gong!" ”

There is only one guest in the restaurant of this Blessing Inn, and the entire inn, except for this one guest, is the worker of the housekeeper's housekeeper, and the tenant next door to the third room.

The shopkeeper decided to strike the gong, without further ado, the sooner the better, lest it get dark. How many people can there be when it's dark? "Knock on the gong!" The shopkeeper shouted again.

The shopkeeper was about to ring the gong, and when the counter collected the money, he couldn't leave the counter, so he could only watch the shopkeeper ring the gong outside. His job is to collect money at the counter, and when customers come, he just collects money.

The shopkeeper of Fu wanted to strike the gong, and the three workers of the housekeeper looked at the melon seeds, and the stone shook the sky and said: "The shopkeeper is going to strike the gong." ”

"Listen." That remote arithmetic said.

Qian Xiwu looked up at the shopkeeper.

When I went to the inn and struck the gong, the shopkeeper didn't know that there would be too many people. In front of the door of the inn and in front of the roadside, the shopkeeper Fu carried a gong in one hand and a wooden hammer in the other, and looked straight at the north and south streets, "Dangdang!" Then he swung his hammer and struck the gong.

At this time, there were still people on the north and south streets, and there were some of them as far as the eye could see. He was striking the gong here, and everyone on the street heard it and looked at it, and they all thought, what happened? Murakami's beating of gongs and drums is something, it may be a happy event or a funeral. One of the villagers looked up and said, "What's the matter, what about the gong at this time?" He looked in the other direction, and the villagers in other places were also looking, and their expressions were the same as his own. The villager looked at the gong and looked, and there was nothing to do left and right, so he simply looked. He turned his hands behind his back, rubbed his feet on the ground, looked at the gong and walked towards it.

The other villagers were like this villager, looking at the gong and looking at the gong, and they were basically fine, and they had just eaten dinner. There are also those who have not eaten dinner, and eat dinner later at home. There are also those who are about to have dinner, and when they see the gong beating, they don't know what is going on, so they think about it, and they don't eat dinner for the time being, so they go over and have a look.

There were also villagers in front of this villager, and he looked at the gong and walked towards the gong.

"Dangdang!" The shopkeeper of Fu struck the gong, and saw people gathering one by one, near and far at the intersection of the street, and soon it accumulated into a lot, and there were many people in front of the inn.

The villagers gathered around and looked at the shopkeeper. A villager in a gray cloth shirt looked at the shopkeeper of Fu and struck the gong and said, "What is this for?" ”

"What are you doing?" Other villagers also asked.

"What are you doing here?" Many villagers are asking.

The villagers only saw the Fu shopkeeper knocking the gong, and did not see what the Fu shopkeeper said, so they don't know why the Fu shopkeeper struck the gong, and I don't know what the Fu shopkeeper is going to do?

There is something wrong with beating gongs and drums, but the shopkeeper only beats the gongs and doesn't say anything, and the villager in the gray cloth shirt asks: "Hey! What are you doing, what are you doing? ”

At this time, a middle-aged man wearing a cloth hat asked, "What are you doing here, why are you just striking the gong?" ”

"What's the matter?" Many villagers asked.

"Dangdang! What's the matter? Shopkeeper Fu said with a few final knocks. Shopkeeper Fu glanced at the villagers and said, "I tell you something good!" The shopkeeper was happy to show the upper and lower rows of teeth.

"A good thing?" What good thing did the villagers think?

The villagers were all thinking, and the villager in the gray cloth shirt asked, "What's a good thing that you don't say a word when you hit the gong?" ”

The villagers have a feeling of being played by the shopkeeper, usually the village beats gongs and drums, and the villagers can see what is going on at a glance. This blessed shopkeeper beats the gong, like a child messing around, and the gong is disturbing. One asked, and the others asked, "Yes, what's the good thing?" ”

The shopkeeper Fu looked at all the people, and there were many people, so he nodded with satisfaction. He immediately said, "This is a good thing, I tell you." From tonight, our Fulai Inn, whoever comes to my inn to eat and drink, as long as you eat and drink, whether you live in the hotel or eat in the restaurant, our inn will send a bowl of free delicious vegetable soup. What do you think? The shopkeeper Fu saw the villager asking, with a smile on his face, revealing his teeth that were neither yellow nor white.

"Delicious vegetable soup?" When the villagers heard this, they all muttered in their hearts and looked at the shopkeeper Fu, it turned out that he was a promotion. Give some benefits and attract yourself to his inn.

"Is this the thing you are doing?" At this time, the villager in the gray cloth shirt said. The villagers all wanted to leave.

The shopkeeper Fu was overjoyed, and when he saw the villagers' expressions, he immediately said, "Hey! It's freebie. Three pots in the morning, noon and evening every day until the gift is finished. Oh yes. The shopkeeper Fu said with a smile, he said: "There are three plates of specialties every day, ah, only three plates, there is no more one." ”

"Specials?" The villagers all stared at the shopkeeper after hearing this, and wanted to know what kind of special dishes they had.