The demon Taoist shook his head while laughing, Wu and the others felt a little inexplicable, and the fat man poked the demon Taoist priest and said,

"What? Are you smiling? Could it be that Xiao Wu is asking this stupid question? It's true that he often asks stupid things, but you shouldn't laugh, it hurts people's self-confidence. ”

Wu Yi glanced at the fat man, and said that the fat man's mouth was too immoral, so he asked and asked, and even scolded himself, and just wanted to scold him back, he listened to the demon Taoist priest explain on the side,

"No, no, how am I laughing at Wu Ye, it's just that Wu Ye's words made me suddenly think of something, and I couldn't help laughing.

Wu Ye, didn't you ask me what packaging is?

Then I'll give you an example—"

As he spoke, the demon Taoist priest looked around, and finally saw the road on the curb, saying,

"Wu Ye, look, there are two square stones on the curb over there, that's right."

Wu Yi turned his head and looked at it, and said That's right, the two bricks are the kind of red bricks used to build houses, which are unremarkable.

The demon priest said,

"There are two stones on the side of the road, this sentence itself is a piece of information, just a worthless piece of information, but as long as it is packaged, the value of this sentence will immediately go up, for example, someone said to you, saying that on this Taiqiong Street, there are two stepping stones that Cixi had stepped on when she went to the toilet -

Tsk, listen, just this gimmick will definitely attract a large number of people to come and see these two stones! This is called the 'packaging' of information. ”

Wu immediately lost interest when he heard this, and grinned,

"It turns out to be a gimmick to bluff people, but I've heard a lot of blind people talk about this kind of thing."

In the past, when the blind man was still doing business, he picked up a piece of rain flower stone and sold it to a foreigner, and he had to say that it was a piece of mending stone left over from the time when Nuwa Niangniang was mending the sky in Chinese mythology, and finally the foreigner was fooled and couldn't distinguish between east and west, north and south, and obediently sent the money to the blind man's pocket, and he almost didn't cry out with excitement while holding a rotten stone.

The demon Taoist shook his head and said,

"I'm just giving you the simplest example, the information provided by carrier pigeons, while not necessarily too accurate, is not as as I just said. The egg, at most, is a little off.

For example, when they sell us information about the inverted bucket, their favorite trick is to put the name of a certain emperor, a certain general or a princess of a certain country on certain objects, maybe the value of the object itself is not so great, but it is definitely not too low, otherwise they always provide marginal false information, and no one will believe them after a long time. ”

Wu nodded, and had a general evaluation of the so-called 'carrier pigeon' in his heart.

Xiang Wan, who had never spoken, suddenly asked,

"Master Lan, I heard you keep saying thirty-six lines just now, what's going on? I remember, didn't it say that there were three hundred and sixty lines, and the line was the champion? How did you get to thirty-six? ”

The demon priest explained,

"Thirty-six lines is the old general term for all walks of life, because we are dealing with antiques, so when we speak, we like to say that kind of old noun.

As for which 36 lines are specifically referred to, I can't remember this clearly, I only remember one sentence, called 36 lines, antiques are king. ”

For the thirty-six lines of the old times, Wu Yi once understood, and seeing that Xiang Wan Corpse was quite interested, he followed the words of the demon Taoist priest and said to Xiang Wan Corpse,

"I know a little bit about this, Brother Xiang, if you think it's interesting, just let me give you a good run."

Nodding to the ten thousand corpses, Wu said eloquently when he saw this,

"Thirty-six lines, one ploughing, two readings, three dozen irons, four or five ships grinding tofu, six woods, seven bamboos and eight carvings, nine spinning and ten weaving weaving cloth lang.

Eleven tailors make clothes, twelve are pot repairers, thirteen sell groceries, fourteen polish boxes, fifteen tanners on shoes, and sixteen saws carpenters carry them.

Seventeen monks do outfield, eighteen nuns sing and sing, nineteen Taoist priests sing phoenixes, and twenty servants count the land hall.

Twenty (nian) jingle fortune telling hall, twenty-two look at each other, twenty-three hexagrams wear long robes, twenty-four fishing drums and singing. Twenty-five woodcutters are on the mountain, and twenty-six langs sell medicinal soup.

Twenty-seven Xingle tricks singing, twenty-eight boxing to strengthen the body. Twenty-nine is a martial arts stick for a hundred plays, and thirty is busy repairing umbrellas when it rains.

Thirty (sa) one day out to sharpen scissors, the dirtiest house repair, three picks of eight roots, three four mourning sedan chairs, three five shavers, the last line is a cowherd! ”

After Wu finished speaking, the fat man applauded very face-saving next to him, and after the shooting, he stretched out his thumb and said,

"Okay, Xiao Wu, I haven't seen that your kid still has the talent to speak cross talk, you said a lot of things, although I didn't understand what you said, but your status in my heart went up all of a sudden!

It's amazing, it's terrible! ”

Wu Yi didn't know if the fat man was really praising himself or burying himself in a corner, so he ignored him, looked at Xiang Wan's corpse, and continued,

"Brother Xiang, the thirty-six lines I just said are all old, but I don't know how many lines there are that can be handed down to this day. Times have changed, the industry is also changing dramatically, and perhaps one day, these 36 lines will all be gone. ”

After hearing to the corpse, Xiang Wan was also quite emotional, a few people chatted, and walked to the end of this Taiqiong Street, where there is a three-story ancient wooden building, at first glance it looks like a three-story theater, there is a black stone monument at the door, the tablet is engraved with the three big characters of 'and the world', the handwriting is flamboyant and elegant.

The demon Taoist priest was very familiar with this place, and took Wu Yi and a few people into the lobby, and as soon as he entered, Wu Yi and the fat man were a little surprised.

I thought that such a famous place, how to say that the decoration pattern inside has to be a little more magnificent, but after entering, take a look, the inside is the same as when the old family eats wine, there is no single room or private seat at all, so directly in the lobby placed one after another brown wood square table, each table is equipped with four old wooden chairs, white porcelain wine jugs and a few ordinary cups on the table.

The demon Taoist seemed to see the doubts of Wu Yi and the others, and explained with a smile,

"Most of the people who come here are real experts from all walks of life, and their main purpose here is not to eat, but to talk about buying and selling, and they are talking about big things.

This kind of food stall atmosphere is easy to get closer to each other, and turn business partners into friends, so I am thinking of bringing you here to try it, after all, I came to Tianhai City, and it is somewhat regrettable not to enter the world. ”

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