Night, Fuxian Tea House, lobby

Fusheng had not returned in the afternoon since he had gone out in the morning, and he had paced in the lobby with his white jade pipe, and he was almost smoking, before he stopped to drink herbal tea.

Seeing Fusheng rising, he hurriedly caught up and took the web in his hand.

"Why did you go so late and come back?"

"Boss, the printing hall is all snobs, I stayed all afternoon before I was willing to give us a pattern, it was a little late, but I still got it back."

Niu Ye was a little annoyed, but seeing that he was sweating profusely, he didn't blame him - he was willing to give Fusheng a little face, if he hadn't served him wholeheartedly, Yue Guanchao wouldn't necessarily help him.

Of course, this was just what Nudlu was thinking, he didn't know that Yue Guanchao planned to take him down from the beginning.

Without further ado, Nudlu unraveled the scroll.

The pictorial has just been printed, and the aroma of color ink has lingered for a long time.

In the pictorial, the battalion soldiers, the gangsters of the rivers and lakes, and the bandits of the wild forest live in the middle, and a strange-looking crab claw mountain turns into a sea of fire, roasting them to the bitter end, and the big characters "Ancient Village Deserted Zhai" are protruding and eye-catching.

"Okay, okay, that's what I want, tell them to make ten of them according to this, and replace all our empty light boxes, understand?"

"Okay."

Fusheng replied timidly.

The next day, before dawn, the guys of Fuxian Tea House had already taken off the lightbox easel and replaced it with the signboard pictorial printed overnight!

The most important thing in Bagua Street is that there are three religions and nine streams, and street discussions!

When the sky turned bright, breakfast stalls were set up in the corner shops, and the shouts were mixed with the hot smell of porridge, rice and soy milk for several streets, attracting countless peddlers, pawns, and people who were in a hurry.

They either sat on the bench facing the street, or squatted on the side of the street, steaming to worship the five internal organs.

Where there are people, there are naturally discussions, and when they see that Fuxian Teahouse has changed its shop signs, they inevitably mutter:

The juggling Qin Gravel chewed the oil cake, and his mouth was crooked:

"This teahouse is still open, I remember that it was squeezed half a year ago, and no one dared to make a new fold, this is not a coffin and no tears!"

His words opened the chatterbox on the stall, and the old man who sold charcoal fire drank the soy milk and wiped his mouth:

"Then we can't be sure, maybe it's because of the wealth of the new master who is willing to spend it, in the end he has eaten hardcore crops, and the money can't be spent in a few lifetimes, and my grandfather has also worked as a long-term worker in his family!"

"Long worker?"

Everyone looked curious:

"Then why don't you do it at his house? If you don't move, people can support you at a loss. ”

"Hey!"

The old charcoal seller knew that they were joking, and he was not annoyed, so he waved his hand indiscriminately:

"Eating other people's employers, in the end is not comfortable, beating my grandfather's generation, my family should not work for a long time, now that it is the Republic of China, how can I go back to being a slave~"

"It's just a little unpleasant, like us, not to mention the wind and waves from above, or the splash raised by the roadside pits, it is also a catastrophe when it hits us, so we have to go all by ourselves!"

"You see, the work in the teahouse of others, I don't open a table of tea a day, and I am not in a hurry or annoyed, if we want to change us, I will already sit on the ground and take off my shoes, scolding God for having no eyes."

After listening to the words of the old man selling charcoal, a group of people began to coax:

"So what can we do, the world makes us unable to live, we can't scold a few words, so that people can't suffocate to death~"

"Hahahahahaha~~"

While they were laughing, a poor sour bookkeeper in a long shirt came running slowly and discharged a few copper dollars:

"Bring me a bowl of soy milk, three oil cakes, don't pity the sugar, it's not like I didn't give money!"

"Sun Accounts, do you know what the signboard says?"

Sun Jiaofang had no intention of mixing with the noisy noise of this group of peddlers, but when he saw that Niu Ye had changed his new store signs, he finally had a little meaning.

"I've been working with you for a long time, and I don't even know what signboard people are changing, so why are you stupid!"

He kicked his arm and picked up the old pedantic style:

"These four words are called "Ancient Village Desertion", and there is a line of small words below, called Wolf Ambition Ancient Village Treasure Hunting, and Fate Will Create Purgatory."

"Hey, I'm still a new story, it doesn't look like a cliché, I'll have to see it in three days."

"Is this story so good?"

"Do you want to see it?"

Everyone looked at the colorful signboard, and nodded curiously like pecking rice.

The secrets of the former dynasty, the Kanto bandits, the paradise, the human tragedy, the entanglement of cause and effect, and the self-created hell, this new story naturally has legendary gimmicks.

As soon as the signboard was unfurled, this discussion of the new story gradually spread outward from Bagua Street, and in less than two days, it had spread throughout Mukden.

The most curious about this new story is the newly opened teahouse in the past six months!

In the past six months, Fuxian Tea House has been squeezed by the newly opened major tea houses, and after the famous mouth was poached, it was squeezed to the point that there was no room for survival, and it has reached the point of surviving.

Originally, the major teahouses wanted to make a move and force Niu Ye to close the door by himself, but they didn't expect that as soon as the signboard pictorial came out, the visitors were attracted back again, coupled with the gimmick of 20% off tea and half of the pastry, even in their teahouse, all they heard was the discussion of Niu Ye's new pictorial.

It is difficult for this new excerpt to be popular in the storytelling world!

When I think of all the real money and silver that I have taken out in the past six months, these bosses are like vegetables, like eating dead flies, and I can't tell if I have bitterness!

Hey, I don't believe this excerpt is so good, I'll have to take a look at it tomorrow~