A hundred miles of smoke is not as good as a day in the capital. The capital is really too prosperous. People living in the capital have an innate sense of pride. Even the beggars basking in the sun under the city walls seem to be a head above others.
The endless streets, row upon row of elegant shops, the stream of people coming and going, and the blond and blue-eyed businessmen doing business in strange accents. The prosperity of the capital cannot be described with words.
It's grand and grand, as prosperous as smoke.
Zhu Ping'an walked into the city of Beijing with his dark horse in hand, looking left and right, overwhelmed, like a country bumpkin. Just looking around like this, it was already past four o'clock in the afternoon before I knew it, and it was almost time for dinner. He hadn't eaten lunch yet, and he felt hungry frequently. Zhu Pingan took the horse and started looking for a place to stay and eat. , only to find that he had arrived in front of Chongren Gate in the inner city.
Chongrenmen, now Dongzhimen, was called Chongrenmen in the Ming Dynasty. It was used to transport charcoal carts and was called Chai Road. The entire street is about three miles long. It is paved with stone pavement. Zhu Ping'an made a rough count and found that there are more than two hundred trading shops. After passing the ice cellar entrance, tea, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, tea, etc. are all common people's daily needs. Everything necessary for life, whether it is food or daily necessities, can be found on this street.
But now that we have arrived at Chongrenmen, we might as well go to the inner city to see it.
The Ming Dynasty was not like the Qing Dynasty. Only Eight Banners children lived in the inner city of the Qing Dynasty. However, the inner city of the Ming Dynasty allowed common people to live in it. The imperial city of the Ming Dynasty was for high-ranking officials and relatives of the emperor, while the inner city was for middle- and lower-level officials and common people. .
The inner city of the capital is even more prosperous.
Zhu Ping'an, who was looking for a place to stay and eat in the inner city, was suddenly attracted by an inn not far away with unusually prosperous decoration. A particularly eye-catching poster was hung outside the inn. On the top were four elegant and flowing running scripts, followed by Specific regular script instructions: Use literature to make friends. Our shop uses literature to make friends, and we specially sell six pairs of couplets. For those who go out for a two-partner trip, the room and board are free for one day (no limit on the number of people); for those who go on a three-partner trip, the room and board are free for three days (there is no limit on the number of people); for those who go out for a five-partner trip, there is no room and board for ten days (only for people who go out for a five-partner trip). Five people); those who make six pairs of opposites. Free room and board for one month (limited to three people).
Looking at this eye-catching move, Zhu Ping'an raised the corners of his lips slightly. This was a typical novel plot, and he finally encountered it once.
But this inn is also quite good at attracting customers. Such a big move will definitely attract many scholars to come here, and the inn will become famous without much cost. We really can’t underestimate the ancients.
The capital is so big and there are so many inns. This inn can stand out with such a trick. The owner of this inn is really a good businessman. This marketing method is almost comparable to modern voucher marketing strategies.
As expected, Zhu Ping'an approached the inn with the black horse of Sha Matt, and just standing at the door he heard the sound of people in the inn like a wave.
There are too many people in the inn, including well-educated students in green shirts, and noble and distinguished young men. Some come for free food and lodging, some come to make a name for themselves, and some come to make soy sauce. Old people and young people looked at the hanging couplets in the lobby of the inn, either whispering or talking loudly.
At this time, a well-dressed young man was trying to read the couplets. Halfway through, he couldn't help but shook his head and backed away with a bitter smile.
"Wen Sheng, be satisfied. I have only brought out two pairs, and you have already found three. These couplets. I don't know how long it took the shopkeeper to find them in those nooks and crannies."
Another young man off the court who was equally well-dressed was quite proud of being a friend. He smiled and patted the young man on the shoulder, half comforting and half showing off as he looked at everyone.
That's right. He does have the capital to show off. This young man named Vincent is one of the few young men today who can match the third pair of couplets. Apart from this young man, there were only three other people who made three pairs of couplets. Most of the other people looked at each other with excitement, and only a few people could show off their skills, like this young man named Wen Sheng, who could show off his skills three times. Very rare. It took a lot of effort to come up with a couplet, but unfortunately someone has already mentioned it before.
These couplets have been hanging out for two days, and the best record is to be able to produce three couplets.
People in the inn lobby, after the young man left, were either stroking their beards and thinking, or curiously asking the two young men their names and exchanging experiences. Even the shopkeeper and the shop assistants were all looking at the lobby attentively. The person who disconnects.
For a while, no one saw the dusty Zhu Pingan at the door of the inn.
"Ahem, which one? Do you still have a room?"
Looking at the people who were concentrating, concentrating, and gathering together, it was so lively that even the innkeeper and the waiter could not be found. Therefore, Zhu Ping'an had to cough and asked loudly towards the inn lobby.
The people who were concentrating on the couplet suddenly heard a loud inquiry and subconsciously turned their heads to look at the door.
Then I saw a man and a horse at the door.
The person at the door of the inn was a simple and honest young man, a little dark, his clothes were starched and turned white, and there were two holes in them. He was holding a horse that looked like it was working in the fields.
The people who were concentrating on the couplet took a quick look and came to a conclusion: this was a poor boy who came from the countryside to seek refuge with his relatives.
Therefore, people just glanced at Zhu Pingan, and then came back to their senses while watching the couplet gathering, without taking Zhu Pingan seriously at all.
"Haha, sir, I'm so sorry. Our store is full. Please find another place." A store clerk reluctantly squeezed out from the crowd and looked at Zhu Ping'an from a distance, waving his hand and saying.
Hearing this, Zhu Ping'an retreated with the black horse that killed Matt.
The store clerk was quite satisfied with Zhu Pingan's understanding of current affairs. He smiled apologetically to everyone, apologized to everyone for Zhu Pingan disturbing everyone's Wensi just now, and promised not to disturb everyone's Wensi again.
"Ahem, which..."
Just when everyone was back to a state of concentration, they heard the same lustful voice at the door again. They turned around and saw the person who had just left came in again.
"Hey, what's the matter with you? Didn't you just say that the hotel was full?" The inn clerk looked at the young man at the door impatiently.
"I took another look just now. It said free board and lodging and no limit on the number of people. There are so many people here, so they should have rooms."
Zhu Ping'an stood one step away from the door holding the black horse of Shamat, pointed at the cloth move hanging above his head, and asked with a smile.
"It's reserved for the person who made the couplet, not for you. You'd better go to other inns to check it out."
The innkeeper waved his hand impatiently, signaling Zhu Ping'an to leave quickly, so as not to disturb the thoughts of the gentlemen in the store. If this poor country boy ruined the inn's business, he couldn't afford to suffer. (To be continued.)
