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The weeping willows on the shore are forested, the forest has been repaired, extends in all directions, and is quite spacious, and each willow tree is hung with lanterns, and when the evening comes, the whole forest suddenly shines brightly.

In this world, anointing candles and the like are among the ranks of luxury goods, and it is said that the owners of the boats raised money to raise money to attract business by lighting so many lanterns every night.

The willow tree occupied by Chen Sanlang is in a good position, and there is a grinding plate boulder to sit on. He sat on the stone and looked at his nose and nose, like an old monk in his mind, in fact, he was shouting in the depths of his heart: "Freshly baked famous pen and ink, all guest officers come and buy it!"

Of course, he definitely didn't dare to shout this, he really lacked that cheekiness. Although he felt that his writing was really good, it was not much better than the so-called "famous" works hanging in the pù of the Nanyang Fucheng store. But how to say it, what can be hung in the store pù is art, and what is placed on the forest stall is at best just a painting.

Art, packaging and fame are the decisive factors.

Therefore, there are people coming and going in the forest, but there are few people who are looking at the posters on the ground.

It was placed for most of the hour, and no one cared.

Chen Sanlang was mentally prepared for this situation, and he didn't care much about it, and comforted himself with a hypocritical word: Only by enduring loneliness can we usher in success.

As the night darkens, the water not far away begins to live. Men and women, laughter and noisy, and a variety of silk and bamboo instruments play and blow, the rhythm is beautiful, and there is love before the tune.

The world is always lively, but the human heart can't hide its loneliness.

Chen Sanlang sighed, his thoughts were chaotic, and he finally slowly gathered it down, and immersed himself in comprehending the "Haoran Silk Book" stored in his mind.

Before slaying the evil sword to assassinate the evil wolf, the little sword has changed, and so has the silk book, as if he wants to turn a new page so that he can read new content. However, the pages of the book seem to have not been turned, and where are they stuck, which makes people feel so depressed.

At the moment, Chen Sanlang is idle and has nothing to do, so he meditates and feels to see if he can turn the page with his spiritual power.

As a result, the hustle and bustle around him, and the frivolity and noise elsewhere, are all as far away as water.

The whole world is clean.

"Hey, you wrote that?"

A voice rang out suddenly.

When Chen Sanlang opened his eyes, he saw a fat man standing in front of the stall, with his chest held high, one left hand behind his back, and his right hand pointing to the words on the ground.

"Yes, I wrote it. ”

"How do you sell it?"

"One hundred pieces of text. ”

"What, Baiwen, why don't you go and grab it?"

The fat man shouted very exaggeratedly: "You are too lion to open your mouth, look at the stall over there, people's words are only sold for dozens of dollars a piece." ”

The price of the two stalls over there is indeed very low, and the price of the same size is several times lower, or even ten times, and you can bargain, just like selling vegetables in the vegetable market.

But this is not that Chen Sanlang sold it at a high price, but there is a reason, the paper and pen and ink he uses are all high-grade materials, and the cost of each word alone is about 50 yuan, so what about the labor cost? Pen and ink is not a commodity with small profits and quick turnover, and it is worthless if it is not sold at a similar profit.

The materials used in the stalls over there are all inferior goods, needless to say, the paper is a few pennies a knife, the ink is the cheapest yellow clay ink, and if the things are painted and written for a long time, if they are too dry, the pen and ink will fall off; if they are slightly damp, they will be stained again, and they will not look good.

In contrast, Chen Sanlang's calligraphy can be said to be a sincere work, and he is not willing to sell his works cheaply to make a few pennies.

"Someone else is someone else, and I am me. ”

When the fat man heard this, a fat face fell: "What are the things, they are all placed when Xiao Qinhuai comes, and he still wants to pretend to be high." Thirty dollars a piece or not, I bet it's the highest price you can ever fetch. ”

"Not for sale. ”

Chen Sanlang didn't bother to pay attention to him.

The fat man cursed and walked away with a dry mouth.

Time passed imperceptibly, and in the middle of the moon, the painting boats that were originally moored on the shore began to stretch out and row out as long as they were chartered by the guests. But at this time, there were still many brightly dressed people standing on the shore, one by one, raising their feet, looking into the distance on the water, as if waiting for something.

In the distance, a brightly lit painting boat suddenly rowed on the water, very large, about ten feet long, and it looked like a behemoth. The shape of the ship is also unique, in the shape of a standing lady, beautifully depicted in construction, with fluttering clothes and lifelike belts.

Seeing the appearance of this painting boat, the people waiting on the shore immediately cheered, and many people shouted: "The boat from the ** building is here." ”

In Xiao Qinhuai, **Lou is a giant-like deposit, with the deepest background, the thickest funds, the most beautiful girls, and many more.

In addition, it has to be mentioned that the ** building is still a chain operation, and there are semicolons in other prefectures in Yangzhou, as well as on the ten miles of Qinhuai.

Such a time-honored century-old store can be said to be quite rare in the Fengyue world.

The old store has its own set, and the Oiran system is the most talked-about. The so-called Oiran is the most beautiful and amorous woman in the building, most of them are beautiful embryos who have been sold to the building since childhood, and have received systematic and formal training since childhood, from manners and etiquette, to piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and then to bed kung fu, all of which must be learned, and if you are not proficient, you will not be a teacher.

If you don't go to the teacher, you can't pick up customers.

**Lou's Oiran is selected every year, and the competition items have music, calligraphy and painting, manners, one set after another, and the competition is quite fierce. After comparing these talents, the last is the genuine bidding link, where all the participating beauties stand on the stage, and let the bosses bid for the right to break the melon.

The one with the highest price is the real Oiran.

This year's Oiran of the ** floor is called "Jiang Yufei", and her right to break the melon is sold for 500 yuan, which is really staggering, and people can't help but sigh: It turns out that the best thing to sell is this body!

It's just that a newcomer has recently come to the ** building, and his face is not exquisite and perfect, but his figure is full of willows, and he has a variety of styles, especially a pair of eyes, looking back and smiling, which is simply upside down. This woman called herself "Eighteen Ji", born in a large family, and then because of the fall of the family, the family was lost, and there was no way out, so she sold herself in the red dust.

**Lou** if you get the treasure, immediately help her pack from beginning to end, and then launch the bidding to pick up customers, the first night, sold for 15 yuan, the second night, increased to 30 yuan, the third night, the price soared, it reached 100 yuan......

What's even more surprising is that it was the same guest for three consecutive nights, Zhao Dewei, the big boss of Liang'an Money Village in Nanyang Prefecture.

This situation is really rare, and a friend asked Zhao Dewei, what kind of ability does the eighteen Ji have, so that he can let him, a veteran of the flower bush, know the taste of the marrow, again and again, again and again, and forget to return?

Zhao Dewei's face was full of fascination, and he replied angrily: "I don't know the taste if I have tasted it, and after tasting it, all the other women are tasteless." ”

He was even willing to spend a lot of money to help Eighteen Ji redeem himself.

Such a rich sum of silver, ** was quite moved, and went to ask Eighteen Ji, but this woman actually replied that she was unwilling, saying that she had suffered a lot of disasters and was discouraged, and she did not want to remarry as a wife and concubine.

**After thinking about it, I feel that keeping this cash cow is also a good choice, and it is not forced.

Tonight, the fourth night that Eighteen Hime began to pick up customers, many people wanted to board the ship and see how much silver her right to stay the night would sell for tonight. Many people feel that this woman has a fierce momentum, and over time, the market is likely to pass the new Oiran Jiang Yufei.

Some people are proud and some people are disappointed, it is said that Jiang Yufei is depressed, and he has the heart to win back the limelight, so he even puts aside his reserve and is willing to spend time with the guest.

The boat wandered slowly towards the shore, and when it got closer, I saw some flowery women waving handkerchiefs on the rails of the boat, smiling at the men watching on the shore.

It's a small way to create an atmosphere and attract guests. It's just some girls in the general market, and those who have grades won't put down their bodies and show their heads like this.

Looking at the girls, the situation on the shore began to boil.

"Wow, look, isn't that Eighteen Ji?"

Suddenly, a sharp-eyed scream began to point to the bow deck of the painting boat.

A graceful woman was standing there, looking at the railing, as if she was sad. By her side, followed by a maid.

It's a pity that this female mantis is slightly drooping, and the direction is on the side of the water, so I can't see it clearly.

But the men on the shore were already fanatical, as if they were all hot at the sight of the woman, and somewhere they were about to move, so they shouted in unison: "Eighteen Ji, eighteen Ji! Eighteen Ji!"

The sound was so amazing that the people in the willow grove were so curious that they rushed to the shore to watch.

"What's the situation?"

Chen Sanlang was taken aback, and saw that the crowd was trampling on it in a disorderly manner, and some hateful footsteps trampled on his stall. He hurriedly cleaned up, and finally snatched back the four copybooks, as for the other six, they were trampled beyond recognition and could not be sold at all.

"Damn!"

I feel distressed, this loss is huge.

But just now, I didn't know which guy gave the black foot, and there was no way to investigate.

Chen Sanlang secretly screamed bad luck, and he had no intention of selling it, so he put the notebook back into the book, groaned slightly, and followed the crowd to the shore to see what was going on.

The viewer is like a blockage, unable to squeeze in, unable to see anything.

Chen Sanlang gritted his teeth, simply climbed a willow tree, sat on the tree, and saw it clearly. When others saw this, they suddenly realized that they also went up to the tree to see.

Listening to the thunderous shout, the woman at the bow of the boat was alarmed, so she looked up, her face was like a peach blossom, her eyes were like autumn water, and the water dripped into people's hearts.

The crowd went crazy and screamed.

Chen Sanlang was stunned, and the sword box in his arms slashed the evil sword "buzzing", as if it was about to break out of the box, flew away, and cut off the woman's head.

Under the influence of the sword, the mirror image of the woman in Chen Sanlang's sight changed, and in the depths of those eyes, there was a faint red light, burning with fierce flames, like a fierce beast that chose people to devour!

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