Royal Gold Magistrate

The more they looked, the more they looked like they couldn't help but began to whisper.

But Fang Zhengyi was really wronged in this matter.

After all, no matter how small-minded he is, there is no need to chase Guo Tianyang endlessly, and the two of them have no deep hatred.

The main reason is that the painters in Taoyuan County created this advertising painting completely according to Fang Zhengyi's description.

According to Fang Zhengyi's idea, it is best to choose an old and fat man.

Being fat can make you look rich.

Old can appear authoritative.

And Guo Tianyang has such an image, and more importantly, he is always smiling and friendly. Although Fang Zhengyi has always felt that this old thing is sinister, he can't help but look like that.

As he was talking, he deviated, and the painter's pen began to tilt towards Guo Tianyang's face.

Fortunately, a beautiful beard was added at the end, making the ad only seven points like it.

Although it was getting late at this time, more and more people gathered in the square.

In addition to some beautifying decorations, there are also some practical devices on the square.

For example, a bonfire.

Because there was no electric light, there was no way to do this in ancient times, so Fang Zhengyi ordered people to build iron railings to enclose a few places in the square, specially for placing bonfires.

There are also a large number of places for placing torches around the square, and a large number of water tanks are also set up for accidental fire fighting.

Tested two nights in advance, although it is certainly far from the modern lighting effect.

But the basic lighting is enough, and the constant flickering of the fire adds a special atmosphere.

Coupled with the constant hawking stalls on the square, the atmosphere of nightlife is already very heavy.

The three elders looked at the scene curiously, and couldn't help showing knowing smiles on their faces.

The living atmosphere in Banshanfang is really strong, not to mention other things, we can already see some clues from the expressions of the people.

It's just... so many campfires feel a little dangerous.

There was still some time before the lottery began, and the three elders couldn't help but wandered around the stall first.

After all, after walking for a long time, I haven't even had a bite to eat, so I'll get something to eat while I have time.

Not long after, the three old men stood in the crowd with a burrito and started eating.

Li Yansong sighed: "I didn't expect Fang Zhengyi to have a lot of skills. This square paved with stone slabs should not be cheap... If I were in Pingkangfang, I wouldn't dare to stand on the street and eat."

Zheng Qiao and Zheng Qiao ate the cake and nodded in agreement.

Soon, the long-awaited lucky draw will begin.

The three old men held the prize tickets, and there was a little expectation in their hearts.

Although the money is not much...But everyone subconsciously thinks that they can win the five hundred...five taels of silver.

Those who beat gongs and drums and played suona began to walk up to the big stage in Banshan Square.

At the same time, two small officials laboriously carried a transparent box onto the stage. Behind the box was a handle, inside was a fan-like structure, and densely packed with small pieces of paper.

The host made his debut with the sound of gongs and drums, and the audience cheered immediately.

This host is a storyteller discovered by Fang Zhengyi in the workshop. Not only is he excellent in eloquence, he has also developed a bel canto after long-term performance experience.

In addition to technical work, it is also physical labor to let everyone hear the voice clearly in the environment of the square.

Without a pair of iron lungs, it's really hard to take on this important task!

The host walked to the stage with a happy face. Everything on the stage had the meaning of a modern stage, except that the place where the microphone was originally propped up was replaced by a big speaker.

"Everyone! Everyone, please be quiet!"

The host's voice was amplified and clearly heard by everyone in the square through loudspeakers.

The square suddenly fell silent.

"I think everyone has been looking forward to it for a long time. I announce that the first bonfire party in Banshanfang has officially started, and the lucky draw will begin soon!"

"This bonfire party is sponsored by Wang Laoer Caidao, Mr. Sai who loves the country and the emperor more than me, and the invincible Mr. Li."

"Use Wang Laoer for cutting vegetables, and the second son's kitchen knife is hard!"

"Pfft!" Li Yansong spit out the tea he had just bought halfway through.

What is this mess?

Mr. Sai... Mr. Li?These two names have been heard no less than seven or eight times since entering Banshanfang, and after being introduced by the host, the three elders immediately reacted.

That smelly and shameless Mr. Sai must be Fang Zhengyi!Then Mr. Li is the crown prince, is he still running away?

What a shame...it's all thrown on the street!

After the commercial was finished, there was another burst of gongs and drums on the stage.

The host said loudly: "Okay! Before the lottery, we have to do an event! Excuse me, have you brought your prize tickets?"

"Take it! You're so fucking stupid!" There was a tsunami of shouts and tsunami below, and various jade sounds were broadcast in response.

Fang Zhengyi, who was in the first row under the stage, shook his head helplessly. It was the first time that the people of Dajing were so impatient when they came into contact with stage advertisements.

This is sickness!Gotta rule!

"Okay! Then everyone should have seen the special symbols on the prize tickets. Next, I will explain the meaning of the symbols to his family so that everyone can redeem the prizes!"

"Wouldn't it be a pity if you won a lottery and didn't know it!"

"Come on! Put on the props!"

As soon as the host finished speaking, two large wooden signs slowly descended from above the stage, one with 1 written on it and the other with [-] written on it.

There is a hidden part on the top of the stage, and several people are busy on the scaffolding, mainly loading and unloading wooden signs.

Behind the stage, someone is pulling the rope to control the raising and lowering of the wooden sign.

The host talked eloquently: "Everyone, look at the word on the right side of me. It is the number we usually use, which is one! One, two, three, four is one!"

"Everyone read it over with me, and remember how to write this word, one stroke and one horizontal stroke is called one!"

The audience below yelled like a dead father, and everyone pulled their faces.

Didn't his mother say a lottery? How come I'm here to teach me how to write! ?

"Don't be impatient, everyone. Let's look at the text on my left. It also means one. This is the special number on our prize ticket."

"Come on, everyone follow me..."

"Hurry up! I remember! A horizontal line is 1, and a vertical line is [-]! Next!"

"Next! Next! Next!"

The crowd below started booing again.

The host looked at Fang Zhengyi in embarrassment.

Fang Zhengyi also waved his hand to signal for him to proceed to the next one.

There is nothing to talk about on the first or the second, and it will be over soon.

The presenter turned the hanging plank over to reveal the second figure on the back.

The host started talking on his own, and the people in the audience were as if they were mourning.

But due to helplessness, there will be a lottery draw in a while, so I can only bite the bullet and follow along...

The eyes of the three elders in the audience have long been dull, and the situation in front of them seems to be beyond imagination...

Fang Zhengyi actually used the opportunity of the lottery to give lessons to the common people!

This...isn't this the legendary enlightenment of the people...?

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