Chapter 87 Hou Defang

October, autumn goes, winter comes.

The cold wind from the north blew away the joy of harvest, Xuanfu City changed from noisy to calm, and the people returned home from the fields and began to prepare for the winter.

In previous years, there would be no lively scenes in Xuanfu City. Unless the Tartars invaded, no one would want to run out of the capital. After all, it would be cold soon.

But this year is a little different. The Ma Family Teahouse on the west side of Cross Street was plated down by a foreigner, and a lot of people were used, saying that it was being renovated. The movement inside could be seen in the first two days, but later it even made a big curtain, covering it up. Everyone laughed at me. The foreigner must have had a brain problem, otherwise how could he have made so many tricks?

However, opening a shop in the west of the street is useless even if it is a variety of tricks. Who with the status will come to the door? You know, it is a place where the dirty military households stay. Those military households can't even have enough food to eat, so how can they go to the teahouse to have fun?

What's more, the shops in the east of the street are all the property of the adults in Xuanfu, so the police and gangsters in the city dare not come to disturb them. A foreigner without power and power wants to open a store in Xuanfu. What's wrong with this? Everyone is waiting to see the jokes and speculating on how long the foreigner can last.

I heard that Sihai Gambling House has opened a market quotation. If the foreigner can survive until next year, it will be a ten-bet, but no one is placing a bet. Everyone says that not to mention a ten-bet, even if one is placing a hundred, no one dares to bet. Who would do anything about losing or losing? Not everyone is as stupid as the foreigner.

"Brother Xie, should we go and take a gamble?" As soon as Xie Hong and his party passed the Drum Tower, they heard the discussion in the crowd. When Ma Wentao heard the compensation, his eyes lit up and he suggested.

"Well, then I'll bet 3,000 taels. I'm afraid they won't be able to pay it." Xie Hong thought for a moment, and then took out a silver note from his arms. Xuanfu City is naturally different from Beizhuang County. It is very prosperous, and there are also money houses opened by merchants in the capital. Xie Hong didn't like to bring silver on him. After arriving at Xuanfu and inquired about the details of the money house, he saved 10,000 taels.

"Three thousand taels! Could it be too much?" Ma Wentao was startled. Although he had gained a lot of knowledge with Xie Hong, he was just a grassroots person after all. He never dared to think about so much money before.

"Brother Ma, don't you have confidence in our teahouse?" Xie Hong handed over the silver note and said, "Today's opening, wouldn't it be great to buy a good lottery ticket for three thousand taels?"

"Okay, Lao Ma will go back." Ma Wentao thought about it, and took the silver note and went there. He had to hurry up because everyone would be very busy today.

There was one missing person in the group and it did not attract any attention. Those who watched the fun and talked sarcastic things also found something wrong. There were not so many people when the boy from the country came a few days ago, let alone a carriage today. Could it be that it was about to open today?

The new store opened in winter, and this foreigner is indeed crazy. Who would like to go out in winter? It is not those beast-like Tartars. Besides, even Tartars are so hungry that they will run around in winter.

This is a real thing. The onlookers were surprised to find that the foreigner carried a large box from the carriage into the teahouse, and then there seemed to be a female family member following him. Everyone was interested. Such a stupid person was rare in decades.

Everyone started calling friends. There was nothing to do in this winter. It was good to watch it here for fun, so it was better to watch a joke. So more and more people watched, and finally they were surrounded by darkness.

Although the onlookers' faces were full of gloating and sneering expressions, Xie Hong was very happy. He originally planned to find a way to attract people, but now it is a waste of time.

"Brother Xiaohong, are we going to start now?" Erniu asked with one hand holding the curtain and turning his head.

"Let's start." Xie Hong nodded vigorously. This young master's plan in the Ming Dynasty should start with this teahouse.

"Crackling..." With the sound of firecrackers, the big curtain was lifted up by Erniu, revealing the true face of the renovated teahouse. The onlookers exclaimed.

For nothing else, there was not much change in the appearance of the teahouse, but the door and signboard were changed. However, everyone's amazement was not for those, but suddenly there was a row of murals on the walls.

The style of this mural is very strange. If you know it, you will know it is not from the hands of experts. First, the color of this painting is too strong and looks extremely vulgar; second, traditional ancient paintings all emphasize a charm and a complete body and spirit, and are called famous paintings. However, the paintings on this wall only focus on form, and they paint characters, but they do not see their spirits, which are a bit dull.

However, this painting is very attractive. Not only are the characters, but also the background in the painting, it seems to be telling a story. When you look closely, everyone is familiar with the characters in the painting. Isn’t it the characters in the Three Kingdoms Review? I saw that the portrait of the character is distinctive, and the background in the painting makes people know who it is at first sight.

The black-faced person holding a spear and making a big shout is naturally Zhang Fei; the red face and long beards and a red warrior under his crotch must be Guan Yu; the feather fan and Lun Scarf are the ones who pointed to the Jiangshan Mountain, not to mention Zhuge Kongming, who else? People who are familiar with the stories of the Three Kingdoms looked over and sighed from time to time, and felt that there seemed to be many stories that had not been told in the comments.

Everyone was amazed for a while, and after reading it, they soon turned into regret and ridicule.

The murals themselves make people feel a bit inconsistent. Screen murals are not uncommon, and they are found in any teahouse, not to mention the homes of high-gate owners. However, it is really rare to paint the murals on the exterior wall.

No matter how rare it is, it is not practical. No matter how beautiful this mural is, it is just painted with oil paint and ink, and it is not a carved screen wall. It can last for a few days if it is windy and sun-drying outside? It doesn’t have to celebrate the New Year. When the first snow falls, the wall will be dissatisfied. It’s really a waste of such a beautiful painting. Wouldn’t it be nice to paint it on an indoor wall?

This foreigner is really stupid. He doesn't understand this and has no common sense at all. Everyone shook their heads and sighed.

Those tea shops all complained in their hearts: This fool not only wastes money, but also wastes things randomly. How good would it be to draw such a good painting in his own store? When the gentleman was telling a book, he pointed to the wall, which was so exciting. Oh! He turned around and asked where the painter he found was from? Although it was not everyone's technique, it was just applicable.

Well, the teahouse sign was also replaced with a new one. When people's attention was removed from the wall, they went to see the new sign. The one who knew the words looked closely and couldn't help but laugh. When others saw this, the people gasped and explained that the countrysiders didn't know where the country bumpkin came from. They were so rustic.

"'Honor of virtue carries things' is an allusion in the Book of Changes. I don't know where this foreigner boy heard it from, so he used it on the signboard, but he wrote it incorrectly. Isn't it funny? It was obviously a thin and thick word, but the plaque was waiting for the word "hou". You said, isn't this ridiculous?"

Writing a typo is not a big deal, and the Xuanfu people don’t laugh at it anyway. Most people here are illiterate, so it’s normal to make some jokes. However, this young man from another countryman looks like a scholar. Not only is he confused about his work, but now he can’t even figure out the words. This is not a fool who has seen him once in a few decades. He is just a monster that only has a hundred years of life.

Listening to the laughter coming from the crowd, Ma Ang was a little uneasy and whispered: "Mr. Xie, the word is indeed wrong. Why don't we change it?"

Ma Ang is also literate. When he hung the signboard before, he reminded Xie Hong, but Xie Hong just didn't listen. He also said that there were all the allusions he didn't know, so he didn't fight. Now when everyone laughed, he mentioned the old things again. The signboard is the face of the store owner. Can a store name that has become a laughing stock? Can you still expect business?

"No, this name is very good." Xie Hong smiled and shook his head. Of course there are allusions in it, but it can't be explained to others. Hou De is just waiting for Zhengde, so even if others cannot understand it, Xie Hong has to insist on it. This is his only purpose of opening a store.
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