The Happy Life of Small Officials in Northern Song Dynasty

Favorite turtle speed, hurry up, please collect red tickets for support.

Thanks: Si Jianian, Daoist Yehe, and Mr. Pengcheng for the three rewards. Being kind and generous is a virtue, and Su Xiaoguan bowed to thank you.

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Su Jin looked at Yan Bi Yunzhuang's face, and thought of a question in his mind, how can a person be born so beautiful, it's just outrageous.

"Miss Yan, I have a merciless request, I don't know if you can say it?"

Yan Biyun gently stroked his forehead, and Su Jin's heart fluttered for a while. This woman carried a breathtaking beauty when she raised her hands and feet. Su Jin was afraid that she would lose her composure, so she quickly lowered her head and looked at the ground, showing a respectful look .

"Mr. Su, please tell me." Yan Biyun saw a trace of panic in Su Jin's eyes, and felt a little proud in his heart. No matter how chic you are and pretending to be old, you are still a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy after all.

Su Jin quickly recovered, pointed to the crowd and said, "I would like to ask Ms. Yan to help me draw the first prize. Ms. Yan draws the lottery. The fairness goes without saying."

Yan Biyun thought to himself: "This guy is making a wishful thinking. Originally, I came to see the excitement, but now it seems that he is specially here to support him. He is not very old, and he has a lot of fluffy intestines."

But this matter is nothing to worry about. The Su family is a big family in Luzhou Prefecture, and Hefeng Tower is actually just a property of the Yan family in Luzhou Prefecture. After all, making friends with the Su family is beneficial to Hefeng Tower. No harm.

"Master Su thinks so highly of him, Biyun dares not obey." Yan Biyun was blessed again.

Su Jin was overjoyed and said: "Thank you, miss, I will go to the Guilou to hold a banquet next night to thank you."

Yan Biyun smiled and said: "The price will be more expensive, Mr. Su's pomp, it's not good if it's too shabby."

Su Jin smiled and said: "Of course." Then he turned around and walked to the front of the stage, seeing that the time was almost up, he slapped his palms twice, cleared his throat and said: "Everyone, the time limit is up, stop here; next, fellow villagers Take the number plate in your hand and proceed to the last item of the day, the lottery."

The six models who had returned to the backstage to rest returned to the front of the stage again. With the melodious sound of silk and bamboo, Su Jin brought the big red lottery box onto the stage, placed it in a conspicuous position on the table at the entrance of the stage, shook it twice and said: "Twenty third prizes will be drawn first. The prizes will be ten pieces of Huzhou sweet-scented osmanthus rice dumpling, five color water balls, one tea wine and one mugwort, each worth 380 renminbi. Please invite Zhang Rongqin, the shopkeeper of Suji Buzhuang, to draw a lottery for everyone .”

The old shopkeeper Zhang was dressed in new clothes, covered with a blue vest that symbolized the shopkeeper's logo, and walked up to the stage with a smile on his face. The people in the audience knew the old shopkeeper, a native of Luzhou. After decades, almost the whole city Everyone knows.

"Old shopkeeper, you can be neat in your hands. I have won Mingri and invite you to drink."

"Old shopkeeper, don't draw my number, I want the first prize."

Facing everyone's two completely different demands, the old shopkeeper laughed without embarrassment: "You are all satisfied with the discipline, look at me."

The crowd was silent, leaning their necks to stare at the old shopkeeper's big skinny hands reaching into the red box, and taking out twenty number plates one by one after stirring a few times.

"Congratulations to number three, come come come, the prizes are here..."

"Congratulations to NO.15, the prize is here..."

"Congratulations to 120 No. [-], the prize is here..."

"..."

Su Jin imitated the master of ceremonies of later generations, and shouted with a dragging voice.

The six 'models' took turns to send small bamboo baskets full of prizes with red silk hanging from the backstage to the winners. Su Jin thanked them one by one and gave these people enough face.

Twenty third-prize winners were drawn, and when it came time to draw five second-prize winners, the people in the audience who didn't get the draw felt extremely complicated, feeling regretful and fortunate at the same time.

"I invite Master Zhao of Suji Clothing Shop to draw five second prizes for everyone. All the costumes you ordered are made by Master Zhao. Please." Su Jin shouted loudly.

Shopkeeper Zhao was skinny, also dressed in a new satin gown and a blue waistcoat, and walked onto the stage with a naive smile. It was the first time he showed his face in front of so many people, and Shopkeeper Zhao's face was a little shy.

"Old Zhao, if you don't draw out my number, you will spit out half a catty of my old wine yesterday." Someone shouted with a smile, obviously an acquaintance of shopkeeper Zhao.

"Shopkeeper Zhao, I'm pointing at you to catch me. The money I spent on buying rice has already been spent on clothes. You prodigal wives don't give up." Someone cried and became poor, but his words were immediately refuted by a woman next to him.

"Damn, don't you know the two stalks of money you hid in the fire ashes as your wife? Which vixen are you going to give it to?"

The crowd burst into laughter, the face of the crying poor man turned red, and he murmured, "This bitch is vulgar, even if I put on a phoenix crown for you, she doesn't look like a lady, look at your unsuspecting mouth."

The woman was still cursing, but the crowd was no longer interested in listening to the quarrel between his husband and wife, and they all stared straight at the big trembling hands of shopkeeper Zhao.

"The number one, number eight, congratulations." Su Jin announced loudly, and a shriveled boy jumped out of the crowd with a smile on his face and jumped onto the stage.

Su Jin picked up a sling of copper coins tied with a red rope from the tray behind the model and handed them to the man. The man jumped off the stage waving the copper coins three feet high. Excited, he staggered and almost fell. Dogs eat shit.

Su Jin hurriedly called: "Brother, go slowly, register your name and address."

The skinny boy said in amazement: "Why do you still need to write the address and name?"

The sour and quick-witted cursing on the side: "Your mother, you got a cheap price, right? You paid a deposit of [-] Wen, and took [-] Wen home. If you regret not buying clothes, wouldn't the Su family give you [-] Wen for nothing?" Baiwen?"

The skinny boy blushed, reported his address and name, and finally took a brush and signed his name crookedly; then four second prizes were drawn out, and among them was the one who had just been in a husband and wife quarrel, and won it. Money, the husband and wife stopped scolding and ran home affectionately. Today, I was lucky and bought a new dress for only a hundred yuan. When I was in a good mood, I naturally went home to celebrate; People are as gentle as water, and the soul of a man will be sold out, so let's not mention this for a later time.

As the sun sets, one day is about to pass, the final climax is about to come, and the huge prize is about to be awarded. Wuguan money is definitely a huge sum of money. Poor people can eat and wear for three months, and middle- and low-class families can spend one The monthly cost is only two rounds, so whoever gets this huge sum of money is really excited to teach everyone in the audience.

The people who didn't pre-order clothes even felt a little regretful at this time. The audience was silent, and they all stared straight at the stage, for fear of missing a detail, so that people wouldn't be tricked.

"Today, there are so many folks, elders, and elders. Su Jin is very grateful. Today, there is a distinguished guest who came to enjoy the honor. You must have seen it. She is Miss Yan, the owner of "Hefeng Tower" on the first floor of Luzhou. Next time Upon request, Dong Yan's family finally agreed to draw out the last grand prize for you all, please."

The crowd held their breath and watched the suffocating figure on the stage slowly walk up to the stage, gave a slight blessing to the audience, the eyeballs of the man in the audience almost fell off, and most of them had no chance to eat at Hefenglou After a meal, and the hostess of Hefenglou didn't show her face very much, and she only stayed in Luzhou Mansion for two or three months a year. The market in Luzhou Prefecture is already a place where ordinary men fantasize about miracles, and today they can be considered lucky.

Looking at the wolves-like eyes in the audience, Yan Biyun regretted that he had agreed to Su Jin's request, and that showing his face like this would only cause a lot of gossip. Although he was not afraid of it, it was not good after all.

"Dong Yan's family, please draw a lottery." Su Jin's soft voice rang in her ears, interrupting Yan Biyun's thoughts. into the box.

As her slender wrist bullying Shuang Saixue slowly withdrew, she was holding a round number plate in her small hand. Everyone clearly saw the big "one" on it, and they looked around in a daze, looking for the lucky one. , but saw the gentry-like old man Shi Shiran who had argued with Su Jin in the morning pacing up the stage, Su Jin smiled slightly and said in his heart: This is fair, the first one to join in should have won the first prize.

Su Jin solemnly handed over an ingot of five taels of silver ingot to the old man, and bowed to thank him; the old man laughed loudly, took a pen and wrote his name on the roster, turned around and stepped off the stage, surrounded by several male servants walk away.

Everyone in the audience buzzed and dispersed, and many of them sighed that they hadn't won the grand prize. Of course, most people were extremely excited. This new gadget brought them an unprecedented impact, and this impact has far exceeded the clothes themselves. This is a sense of novelty brought about by unconventional thinking.

If Su Jin knew that people were more interested in this kind of sales promotion than the clothes themselves, what would they think? It would be hard for him and Rou Niang Huan Niang to stay up all night drawing clothes styles and renderings. Waste of emotion.