Chapter 257 Making friends through literature
A hundred miles of smoke is not as good as a day in the capital. The capital is really too prosperous. People living in the capital have an innate pride. Even the people basking in the sun under the city walls Beggars are as if they are superior to others. Give them one or two pennies and they won't even look at you.
The streets are bustling and neat, with endless traffic as far as the eye can see. People are coming and going like a sea, and there are also blond and blue-eyed businessmen doing business in weird accents. The prosperity of the capital cannot be described by pen and ink.
Bold and grand, prosperous as smoke.
Zhu Pingan led the black horse to leave the beggar angrily and walked into the city of Beijing. He looked left and right, overwhelmed, like a country bumpkin. Just looking around like this, it was already past four o'clock in the afternoon before I knew it, and it was almost time for dinner. He hadn't eaten lunch yet, and he felt hungry frequently. Zhu Pingan took the horse and started looking for a place to stay and eat. , but found that he had arrived in front of Chongren Gate in the inner city
Chongrenmen, also known as Dongzhimen today, was the gate where carriages delivering firewood to the capital used, so it was also called Firewood Road. This street is very long, and you can’t see the edge at a glance. There are shops on both sides of the street, selling oil, salt, vegetables, soy sauce, etc. Daily necessities can be bought here. , and they are of high quality and low price, so the flow of people in this street is also very large.
But now that we have arrived at Chongren Gate, we might as well go to the inner city to see it.
The Ming Dynasty was not like the Qing Dynasty. Only Eight Banners children lived in the inner city of the Qing Dynasty. However, the inner city of the Ming Dynasty allowed common people to live in the inner city. The imperial city of the Ming Dynasty was where senior officials and relatives of the emperor lived. It is where lower-level officials and common people live.
The inner city of the capital is even more prosperous.
Zhu Ping'an, who was looking for a place to stay and eat in the inner city, was suddenly attracted by an inn not far away with unusually prosperous decoration. A particularly eye-catching poster was hung outside this inn, with four elegant and flowing running scripts on the top. What follows is a specific explanation in regular script: Make friends through writing. Our shop uses literature to make friends, and we specially sell six pairs of couplets. Those who make two combinations. One day of free board and lodging (no limit on the number of people); For those traveling on a three-partner trip, three days of free board and lodging (no limit on the number of people); For those traveling on a five-part trip, full ten days of board and lodging are free (limited to five people); Those who join the Sixth Form will get free board and lodging for one month (limited to three people).
Looking at this eye-catching move, Zhu Ping'an raised the corners of his lips slightly. This was a typical plot, and he finally encountered it once.
However, this inn is also very good at attracting guests. Such a big move will definitely attract many scholars to come. The inn became famous without much cost. You really can’t underestimate the ancients.
The capital is so big and there are so many inns. This inn can stand out with such a trick. The owner of this inn is really a good businessman. This marketing method is almost comparable to modern voucher marketing strategies.
As expected, Zhu Ping'an approached the inn with the black horse of Sha Matt. Just standing at the door, he heard the sound of people in the inn like a wave.
There are too many people in the inn, including elegant and elegant students in green shirts. There are also distinguished young men from noble families, some who come for free food and accommodation, some who come to make a name for themselves, and some who come to make soy sauce. The older ones and the younger ones looked at the hanging couplets in the hotel lobby. Or whispering, or talking loudly.
At this time, a well-dressed young man was trying to make couplets. Halfway through, he couldn't help but shook his head and retreated with a wry smile.
"Wen Sheng. Be content. I have only produced two pairs, and you have already produced three. I don’t know how long it took the shopkeeper to search out these couplets from those few corners. "
Another young man in the field who was equally well-dressed was quite proud of being a friend. He smiled and patted the young man on the shoulder, looking at everyone with half comfort and half show off.
Yes, he does have the capital to show off. This young man named Wensheng is one of the few young men today who can match the third pair of couplets. Apart from this young man, there were only three other people who made three pairs of couplets. Most of the other people looked at each other with excitement, and only a few of them could show off their skills. Those who could show off their skills three times like this young man named Wen Sheng were very rare. It took a lot of effort to come up with a couplet, but unfortunately someone has already mentioned it before.
These couplets have been displayed for two days, and the best record is to be able to produce three couplets.
People in the inn lobby, after the young man left, were either stroking their beards and thinking, or curiously asking the two young men their names and exchanging experiences. Even the shopkeeper and the shop assistants were all looking at the lobby attentively. The person who disconnects.
For a while no one saw the dusty Zhu Pingan at the door of the inn.
“Ahem, who are you, are there any rooms?”
Looking at the people who were concentrating, concentrating, and gathering together, it was so lively that even the innkeeper and the waiter could not be found. Therefore, Zhu Ping'an had to cough and asked loudly towards the inn lobby.
The people who were concentrating on the couplet suddenly heard a loud inquiry and subconsciously turned their heads to look at the door.
Then I saw a man and a horse at the door.
The person at the door of the inn is a simple and honest young man, a little dark, his clothes are starched and white, and there are two holes. He is holding a horse in his hand and it looks like he is working in the fields. The horse.
When the people who were concentrating on the couplet took a quick look, they came to a conclusion: this is a poor boy who came from the countryside to seek refuge with his relatives.
So, people just glanced at Zhu Pingan, and then came back to their senses while watching the couplet gathering, without taking Zhu Pingan seriously at all.
"Haha, sir, I'm so sorry. Our store is full. You can find another place." A store clerk reluctantly squeezed out from the crowd and looked at Zhu from a distance. Ping An said waving his hand.
Hearing this, Zhu Ping'an retreated with the black horse that killed Matt.
The store clerk was quite satisfied with Zhu Ping'an's understanding of current affairs. He smiled apologetically to everyone, apologized to everyone for Zhu Ping'an disturbing everyone's Wen Si just now, and promised not to disturb everyone's Wen Si again.
"Ahem, which one?"
Everyone had just returned to a state of concentration when they heard the same lewd voice sounded at the door again. They turned around and saw the person leaving just now. The man and his horse poked their heads in again.
"Hey, what's the matter with you? Didn't you just say that the hotel was full?" The inn clerk looked at the young man at the door impatiently.
"I took another look just now. It said free board and lodging, no limit on the number of people. There are so many people here, so they should have rooms."
Zhu Ping'an led Sha Matt to the Dark Horse Station. One step away from the door, he pointed at the cloth sign hanging above his head and asked with a smile.
"It's reserved for the person who made the couplet, not for you. You'd better go to other inns and have a look."
The innkeeper waved his hand impatiently. He signaled Zhu Ping'an to leave quickly so as not to disturb the thoughts of the gentlemen in the store. If this poor country boy ruined the inn's business, he couldn't afford the punishment. (End of this chapter)