Fangcao shouted as she walked, "Guest, the chilled wine has been sold out, let's hurry up tomorrow." ”

"Gone?"

"It's long gone."

"Really?"

"It's really gone!"

"No, I must buy this chilled wine today!" Someone played tricks and fell to the ground in front of her.

Yerba Cao is no longer the same self as last year.

Glancing at the man on the ground, she squatted down and fanned the guest with a fan: "Guest, it's really gone, but if you like, I suggest you make do with it outside tonight, and when the cold wine comes tomorrow, maybe you can line up." ”

The man turned over and sat up: "I still can't be in line?" ”

Fangcao pointed to the side of Xuefu Road: "There is a notice posted there, iced wine, limited to ten pots per day, a total of only ten pots, take it away after purchase, if you dine in the shop, after reaching a certain amount, you can give a pot, the same is only ten pots, tomorrow's quota has been filled, if the guests who booked the table did not come, then there is your number." ”

"Where's that?" The man looked bitter: "I'm really going to die of heat, I have money, why can't I buy a pot of cold wine with money!" I've heard people say that eating a pot of chilled wine makes your heart cold from head to toe! ”

"It's okay, it's a big deal to wait another day, and I will definitely be able to line you."

"But there are still so many people ......"

The people behind also muttered, "Don't we deserve a pot of cold wine?" ”

Yerba got up and looked back.

There are only twenty jugs of chilled wine a day.

That's a limited number.

But she also knew that the ice in the freezer was not enough, and the wine had to be chilled overnight, and it would not be so cool if she put too much of it.

Liu Wei also said that if it continues to heat like this, the ice in the ice warehouse will melt.

If there are only 20 pots a day, it will indeed offend many customers.

Moreover, some guests who are more noble, or who don't know about the chilled wine yet, don't know when they will be able to eat a pot when they come.

I thought about it.

He hesitated for a moment.

Fangcao said loudly: "Guests, please be calm and listen to me." We don't have ice all the time, and there are only so many every day, please understand, I will register the guests in line today, and I will arrange them one by one to the Lang Jun at the end. From the back on, those guests can not be arranged one by one, or register, changed to the lottery method. ”

"Draw?"

"For example, if you draw tomorrow today, draw it out and post it on the wall......"

"Don't talk about it, register us first!"

Yerba Grass is dealing with the store's business.

At this time, Liu Wei was printing the hall.

His hands were black and dirty.

He touched the ink and wiped his cheeks, causing the children on the side to laugh.

"Laugh at me?" The ink-stained hand rubbed the tip of the child's nose.

The child quickly dodged, but he couldn't.

The child had a small black nose.

Several children around him laughed.

Instantly broke the dullness in the printing hall.

On a sweltering day, the mechanical repetition of actions makes a difference in the laughter of children.

She took out the papers.

Go to the side to disassemble it, and then go to the newly revised hole punch machine, overlap and align the paper, and carefully place it under the hole punch machine.

"Click!"

A few clicks.

There are about 20 overlapping pages, and on one side of the edge, there are several hollowed-out holes.

I took a big nose pin and strung it up little by little.

Strain.

Tie the knot.

"Oh, no!"

I forgot to bind the book cover.

The threads were removed.

I reattach the dark blue back cover and back cover and bind it again.

When she turned the pages, she had a strange feeling in her heart, and she couldn't say what was going on, anyway, at this moment, she felt excited, excited, and wanted to jump up like Sun Xiaohou.

Hurry up and put the book down.

I went to find water and rubbed my hands a few times.

Hurry up and take the book to Xuefu Road.

On the way there, I checked the contents, there were a few typos, and there were a few typos, and there were a few typographical problems, and one of the pages was reversed.

But it didn't affect the mood at all, just a little regret - the first print was not perfect.

I took the book and went to the government office.

Cheekily wanted to ask Gu Kaizhi for guidance, it was just a beautiful name, but in fact, he still wanted to show off his movable type typography and printing skills by the way.

Pity...... The other party is not available.

Understand.

Understand.

Huai'an is too busy.

Although he did not refuse ruthlessly, the passion in his heart remained undiminished.

After turning a few more pages, I was about to go back, and the book was the kind of thread-bound book that was common in the Song Dynasty, which was most similar to the appearance of modern books, with one side sealed and stapled, and the other side could be moved.

The book is a selection of recently selected submissions.

At that time, I was just thinking about publishing it, and it would be nice to be able to print it.

Now it seems that something is still missing.

For example, the corresponding evaluation.

It would be nice to have an editor-in-chief.

Zhou Ming is mainly responsible for the primary selection and part of the evaluation of the article, but Zhou Ming has not yet obtained fame, and coupled with limited experience, it is inevitable that he will lack some.

The early stage was fine.

If you want to do a good job in the monthly magazine, you must have a person who has a middle or upper level of literary cultivation and has a certain influence in Huai'an, and the articles in the monthly magazine are best evaluated by that person.

Where can I find the editor-in-chief?

Movable type printing is no longer a trivial matter, but for her, if someone wants to admit this monthly magazine, finding an editor-in-chief is a big thing.

"Master Liu?"

I am in the midst of God.

Accidentally, she bumped into it directly.

One end into a chest.

didn't notice the person, but the first reaction was a black mark on the placket of the other party's chest.

"I'm sorry, I ......"

When she came out, she washed her hands and forgot to wipe her face.

Embarrassed.

The other party was an elegant man, looking about thirty years old.

He took two steps back and nodded to her, "It's me who is abrupt." ”

"No, I'm sorry, I soiled your clothes."

"Fine, okay."

"Then ......" she was about to say that she was disturbed, and she went to the side, and suddenly raised her head again: "You just called me?" ”

"Exactly." The man bowed to her: "I am the master of Xiangshan Academy, I was going to enter the wine before, and I waited for a while, but I didn't wait for Master Liu to return, I never thought that you were here." ”

"The master of Xiangshan Academy? I'm sorry, but I'm not familiar with the masters of your colleges, so I don't know what to call them. ”

"The contemptible person's surname is Lu, and the single name is Yuan."

"Oh! It turned out to be Master Lu! ”

She looked surprised, of course, she didn't know who Master Lu was.

"In front of Master Lu, what do you call me a master, isn't that...... Oh, let's not talk like this, I'm too tired, the master calls me Xiaoyanagi. Master Lu is looking for me, but what's the matter? ”

As the saying goes – drowsiness meets pillow.

Although I don't know what Lu Yuan's literary level is.

Anyway, he is a master, and his level is definitely higher than Zhou Ming's, maybe it can't be compared.

Moreover, knowing Lu Yuan is equivalent to knowing the master of the entire Xiangshan Academy, and she can get to know the masters of other academies, and the editor-in-chief will at least have an eyebrow.