The beauty of the peasant girl of crossing

Chapter 78 Flyers (on the shelves for the first order, thanks!)

The glazed lanterns are translucent and crystal clear, and the clouds are vivid, and the colors are constantly changing with the strength of the lights, which is beautiful.

This kind of colorful glazed lamp is rare and precious, but Shen Furong actually got a row of them. They are dazzling and dazzling.

Shen Furong also raised her head to look at the glazed lanterns shining brightly, and smiled, "It was obtained by chance from a merchant from the Western Regions."

Yu Chonglou nodded approvingly, looked around again, and raised his brows.

Finally, unable to hold back his curiosity, Yu Chonglou asked again, "Huh? Why is the center of the lobby slightly lower than other places, and what is the reason for this?"

And those tables and chairs, why are they surrounded by a big circle?

Shouldn't it be arranged in several rows?

The display is so untidy, it looks weird.

Seeing Yu Zhonglou looking around like a curious baby, Shen Furong laughed secretly and answered all his questions together,
"This is the dance floor, which is specially used for dancing. You can also get together to recite poetry, write lyrics and sing songs."

"The row of chairs at the back is for those who play the flute, the piano, or the flute, and the surrounding tables and chairs are seats for spectators..."

Yu Chonglou followed behind Shen Furong, dazzled and couldn't help but secretly admire.

Unexpectedly, Miss Shen can not only tell books, make rouge, invent new dishes, but also have such business acumen, which really makes him and a man admire.

Turning to see that there were only a few people in the lobby, Yu Chonglou asked in surprise, "What about Qinglan and those girls?"

Shen Furong smiled brightly: "They? I sent them all out to distribute flyers!"

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On the most prosperous street in Beijing, Qing Lan was standing in the center of the crowd with Daimei, Forsythia and other Qingfenglou girls, each of them holding a stack of thick flyers.

"Mom, are we really going to send these to passersby?"

A round-faced girl blinked her big eyes and asked Qinglan curiously.

What they have in their hands are the rice paper used by scholars for writing. Although it is not of good quality, it is a pity to waste it in vain.

At the beginning, her parents sold her just to buy paper and ink for her younger brother to go to school.

What's more, Mr. Shen also drew their portraits on this paper. Although there were only a few strokes, he drew the charm of each of them.

Mr. Shen said it was called a stick figure.

She didn't understand the difference between a simple brush and a Langhaohu brush. She only knew that the painting was simple and meaningful, and it was so vivid that she was reluctant to give it to others easily.

Since Qing Lan took over as the new prostitute, the girls in the building have changed their name to "Mama".

Hearing the round-faced girl ask this at this moment, Qing Lan gave her a smile,
"If you don't send it out, haven't we copied it for so long?"

The round-faced girl nodded, but no, they started copying these leaflets three days ago, and they copied [-] copies. Now her wrist is still a little painful!
Even Mr. Shen was able to draw the portrait softly, and kept saying: Unfortunately, there is no printing press here.

The round-faced girl was thinking about it when she heard Qing Lan say:

"Master Yu of the owner has already explained that we should obey Mr. Shen's arrangement in everything. We must not only do what Mr. Shen ordered, but also do our best!"

"Besides, the changes in Qingfenglou are obvious to all. Mr. Shen respects us, understands us, makes us no longer humble, and brings us out of the abyss of pain. It can be said that they are our reborn parents. We mustn't let her down!"

When the girls heard the words, they immediately responded in unison: "Yes!"

Next, Qing Lan warned the girls carefully, and everyone immediately began to act.

Dai Mei led a dozen girls with delicate features and began to wear red and green on her body, with gongs and drums around her waist.

After dressing up, they beat gongs and cymbals with their hands, danced colorful silk on their arms, and twisted Yangko to the sound of gongs and drums.

When these girls in Qingfenglou came to the street, they attracted the attention of many people.

Now Dai Mei and other girls twisted their waists and pulled their fans, dancing to the sound of gongs and drums, which soon attracted people from the inside and outside to watch the fun.

Seeing the crowd gathered around, Qing Lan and the rest of the girls immediately distributed the flyers in their hands, greeting them as Shen Furong explained:

"Tomorrow night, the reorganization of Qingfenglou will be a big reward. There will be fresh dance music, poetry and various performances, which will bring you a new and different experience. You must come at that time!"

The yangko dance of Daiyu and other girls stepped forward and shook their shoulders, dancing and walking like a willow swinging in the breeze.

People were discussing with great interest what dance they were doing and how they had never seen it before.

Hearing what Qing Lan and the others said again at this moment, the crowd of onlookers burst into cheers and looked at the flyers in their hands.

Many people cherished it in their arms, as if they had received such a precious invitation.

Daiyu and the other girls kept moving forward while dancing to their heart's content. The crowd spontaneously gave way and fell behind them not far or near.

The mighty team is hard to ignore.

When the guests in the restaurants and teahouses on both sides of the road saw this, they ran out to watch the excitement.

Qing Lan led the people forward while distributing the flyers in their hands to passersby on both sides.

The streets and alleys are bustling, even more lively than the festivals.

However, after half a day, the news of Qingfenglou's reorganization and trial operation for tomorrow night has spread throughout the capital.

Everyone can't wait to see what's different about this refurbished Qingfenglou.

In the Xiangcui Courtyard next to Qingfeng Building, a middle-aged woman with gold, silver and beaded emeralds all over her head and smeared with thick fat powder is leisurely nibbling on sunflower seeds.

At this time, a man dressed as a turtle man hurriedly entered the door, and before he reached the middle-aged woman, he panted and panicked and shouted:
"Mother Xiang is in trouble! The girls in Qingfenglou are now handing out something called a 'leaflet' on the street, saying yes, saying they want to reorganize the grand opening ceremony!"

The prostitute Xiang's mother in Xiangcuiyuan grabbed another handful of melon seeds and replied indifferently:

"What's the fuss about? It's just reopening the door for business. What's the fuss about?"

"Since Feng Qi and Yuzheng left, most of the guests of Qingfeng Building have been snatched by our Xiangcuiyuan, don't worry, even the slippery loach-like flower mother has been beaten away by us, we are afraid that Qinglan's stinky milk is not dry. What is the little girl doing?"

Gui Gong Jinshui frowned after hearing this, remembering what he saw on the street just now, he couldn't help but speak again:
"But the girls in Qingfenglou look unusual this time, and the dance on the street is also very novel. It is said that there are experts behind the scenes, we have to guard against it!"

Xiang's mother glanced at Jin Shui impatiently, "You really boost other people's ambition and destroy your own prestige. I hear calluses on my ears."

"Forget it, ask a few girls to go to Qingfeng Building with me tomorrow night. I want to see, this dilapidated Qingfeng Building is still someone who makes suggestions, can it still be turned out of the sky?"

(End of this chapter)