Dressed as cannon fodder and vowing to kick the heroine’s head off

The old man's voice was so loud that everyone else listening in the teahouse heard it and immediately refused!

"Why should I ask him?"

"Didn't we pay for the tea?"

"You're just sitting in an elegant seat, how much more noble are you than us?"

"That is, we are all listeners and tea drinkers, so we should all be equal."

"Old sir, do you want to cut off the teahouse's future business by doing this?"

"Yes, yes, the teahouse depends on us all coming to drink tea and support it, not just on him!"

Everyone was filled with indignation, and the scene was in an uproar.

Yun Xi rested her elbows on the window and looked down with interest.

Not bad, not bad, this year’s tea drinkers all have a sense of sovereignty.

I wonder if it has something to do with the stories usually told here? Brainwashing them more thoroughly?

Xi'er looked up at her son in embarrassment. When she saw King Kang shaking his head slightly, he immediately said to the storyteller: "Old man, our son has no objection. You can do whatever you want."

Looking at the purse that was stuffed into the old man's hand, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes, but he had to leave.

He knew that King Kang was no better than before, and he had to try to keep a low profile in everything.

The old man quietly stuffed his purse into his sleeves, patted the wood on the table, and said loudly: "Okay, then I will make my own decision! Announce what I want to say first."

Out of habit, he reached out to reach for the teacup on the side, but a young man rushed forward and quickly took it away.

"Hahaha..." Seeing the old man's surprised expression, there was a burst of laughter in the teahouse.

It will whet your appetite!

The old man smiled helplessly: "What I want to announce is: What is the reason why Hua Niang has not been ransomed for so long? Who can guess? The owner who guesses will be rewarded."

Huh?

All the tea guests looked at each other.

Come to the teahouse to drink tea and participate in prize-winning guessing activities? This is the first time. Fresh!

"Old man, what is the reward?"

Someone raised their hand and asked.

"There are two reasons why the flower lady was not ransomed. If you guess one correctly, you will be rewarded with a six-piece blue and white porcelain tea set, and free tea and snacks in this teahouse for a month. If you guess two correctly, you will be rewarded with a ten-piece blue and white porcelain tea set, and three months of free tea." Free snacks and tea at our teahouse, plus a night of chatting with the oiran.”

There were gasps in the hall.

Who is this flower girl? Is it worth such a big deal for the teahouse owner?

No matter what, everyone is very motivated to get such a big reward just for talking.

As a result, there was a burst of discussion in the hall.

Later, because they were afraid of being overtaken by others and quarreled, they wanted to go forward and answer first.

In the end, it was the teahouse owner who came out to support the overall situation.

He directly brought a pile of paper and distributed it to everyone, asking everyone to write and throw it into the empty box above, attaching their name and place of origin, such as a certain village or a certain street.

Then, the storyteller draws it from the box.

If you find the right one, hand it over to the shopkeeper, who will write down the order. If it's not right, just throw it away.

After knowing that they could get the same reward regardless of whether they talked about the front or the back, everyone immediately stopped making trouble. Instead, he flattered the shopkeeper for being so generous.

Such a great activity, can we come here every day?

If there is such a prize-winning quiz every day when they come to listen to books, then if they are lucky, wouldn't they be able to come here for free all year long?

Yun Xi listened from above and had to admire the wisdom of the ancients. She can actually spread the bait she randomly set into her marketing strategy.

You can use the gimmick of the prize-winning quiz in the story to attract a large number of continuous tea customers, and you can make a sure profit without losing any money.

As long as your story is not too ugly and your tea fee is not outrageous, the customers will definitely not stop.

Of course, this method can only be done for a while.

If other teahouses follow suit, it will depend on the appeal of the story. There is also the appeal of the awards they set up. This is what is often called involution in modern times.

Regardless of that era, if you want to do good business, you have to roll up sooner or later.

Small notes were handed out one after another, but the pen and ink could not provide much.

There are four small tables set up in the hall downstairs for everyone to line up and write on them one by one. After writing, they throw them into the paper box next to them.

As for the private seats on the second floor, each one is given a set of words. Whatever they wrote and changed, they changed it.

VIP customers naturally have VIP treatment.

Xi'er handed the pen and paper to Prince Kang: "Your Majesty, do you want to write?"

King Kang looked at it boredly, noncommittal.

He came here to have fun, guess what? Does he drink tea with three melons and two dates? Is there any other courtesan to chat with? Boring or not?

It's not like there are no beauties in his family.

He, a prince, a prince, went to a brothel to chat with the girls from that brothel? Is it someone else who accompanies him or him?

Seeing that her prince was expressionless, Xi'er stopped urging him.

I just wonder that the prince asked me to give money to the storyteller below, but now he doesn't want to participate.

The thoughts of rich people are not something they can understand as servants. They just obey and do as they are told.

Xi'er silently put down the pen and paper and stood aside. As long as he takes good care of the prince, all the excitement below has nothing to do with him.

"Master, tell me, why hasn't the oiran been ransomed?" A voice that sounded like a servant's voice suddenly came from the seat next door.

The bored Prince Kang couldn't help but start eavesdropping.

Then I heard the crisp voice of a young man, a little disdainful: "Why else? Of course it's because the courtesan's heart is as high as the sky, and his life is as thin as paper."

"Master, do you know?" the boy asked.

"I just happen to know it. I heard that the oiran was born in an official family. He has been familiar with poetry and books since he was a child and is proficient in music." The young man said lazily.

"Oh my God! No wonder the storyteller praised the oiran to the sky!" the boy exclaimed.

Prince Kang couldn't help but sit up straight and get close to the partition wall.

"Prince?" Xi'er asked softly.

"Shh..." Prince Kang made a silent gesture towards him. He simply moved his chair towards the wall and listened more carefully.

"Well, because she had a good background and did learn a lot, it is not an exaggeration for the old storyteller to praise her so much. However, later her father was imprisoned for some reason, and the whole family suffered, and she was sent to prison We arrived at Jiaoshifang. It was only later that we found out about this brothel."

"So...her identity is more embarrassing than that of ordinary brothel girls?" the boy asked ignorantly.

"Yes, ordinary people don't care much about it. It's hard for dignitaries to accept her, for fear of the impact on their descendants. But with her reputation as an courtesan, ordinary people can't afford her ransom."

Prince Kang frowned slightly.

He understands everything the neighbor says.

In the past, he would have agreed with it.