The more the three of them looked at each other, the more they looked like they couldn't help but start whispering to each other.
But Fang Zhengyi was really wronged in this matter.
After all, no matter how small-minded he is, there is no need to pursue Guo Tianyang endlessly, and there is no deep hatred between the two.
The main reason is that the painters in Taoyuan County completely followed Fang Zhengyi's description when making this advertising painting.
According to Fang Zhengyi's idea, it would be best to choose an old and fat man.
Being fat can make you appear wealthy.
Being 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 guy is sinister, he can't help but he looks like that.
So as he spoke, he turned away, and the painter's pen began to tilt towards Guo Tianyang's face.
Fortunately, a beard was added at the end, making this advertisement only a three-quarter portrait.
Although it was getting late at this time, more and more people were gathering in the square.
In addition to some beautifying decorations, there are also some practical devices in the square.
For example, a campfire.
Because there were no electric lights, this was definitely not possible in ancient times, so Fang Zhengyi ordered people to build iron railings and enclose several areas in the square specifically for placing bonfires.
There are also a large number of places for placing torches around the square, as well as a large number of water tanks for accidental fire fighting.
I tested it two nights in advance, although it is definitely far from the modern lighting effect.
But basic lighting is enough, and the constant flickering of the fire adds a special atmosphere.
Coupled with the constant hawking of stalls in the square, the nightlife atmosphere is already strong.
The three pavilion elders looked at this scene curiously, with knowing smiles on their faces.
The living atmosphere in Banshanfang is really strong. If nothing else, some clues can already be seen from the expressions of the people.
It just... feels a little dangerous with so many campfires.
It was still some time before the lottery started, so the three pavilion elders couldn't help but wander around the stalls first.
After all, I've been walking for a long time and haven't even eaten yet, so I'll get something to eat while I have time.
Not long after, three old men each held a burrito and stood in the crowd and started eating.
Li Yansong sighed: "I didn't expect Fang Zhengyi to have a lot of skills. This stone-paved square 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 cakes and nodded in agreement.
Soon, the long-awaited lottery draw will begin.
The three old men held the prize tickets, with a little expectation rising in their hearts.
Although the money is not much... everyone subconsciously thinks that they can win the five hundred... five taels of silver.
People beating gongs, drums and suonas began to walk onto the big stage of Mid-Levels Square.
At the same time, two clerks laboriously moved a transparent box onto the stage. Behind the box was a rocker, with a fan-like structure inside and densely packed small pieces of paper.
The host made a brilliant appearance amidst the beating of gongs and drums, and the audience immediately burst into cheers.
This host is a storyteller discovered by Fang Zhengyi in the workshop. Not only is he excellent in eloquence, but he also has the ability to sing bel canto through his long-term performance experience.
In order to make everyone hear the voices clearly in an environment like the square, it is not only a technical job, but also a physical job.
Without a pair of iron lungs, it would be really difficult to take on this important task!
The host walked to the stage with a happy face. Everything on the stage looked like a modern stage, except that the original position of the microphone was replaced by a big speaker.
"Everyone! Everyone, please be quiet!"
The host's voice was amplified through loudspeakers and clearly reached the ears of everyone in the square.
The square suddenly became quiet.
"Everyone must have been waiting for it for a long time. I announce that the first bonfire party of Banshanfang has officially begun, and the lottery will start immediately!"
"This bonfire party is sponsored by Wang Laoer Cai Dao, Mr. Sai who loves the country and the emperor more than me, and Mr. Li who is invincible in the world."
"Use Wang Lao Er to cut vegetables. Lao Er kitchen knives are hard!"
"Pfft!" The tea Li Yansong just bought spurted out when he was halfway through drinking it.
What is this mess?
Mr. Sai... Mr. Li? I heard these two names no less than seven or eight times when I entered Banshanfang, and after being introduced by the host, the three pavilion elders immediately reacted.
That shameless Mr. Sai must be Fang Zhengyi! Then Mr. Li is the prince, is he still running away?
What a shame...all thrown into the street!
After the commercial was finished, there was another burst of gongs and drums on the stage.
The host said loudly: "Okay! We have one more activity to do before the lottery draw! Have you all brought your lottery tickets?"
"Bring it on! You are so fucking annoying!" There was a roar and tsunami below, and various jade sounds were interspersed in response.
Fang Zhengyi, who was in the first row under the stage, shook his head helplessly. The people of Dajing were so impatient when they encountered stage advertising for the first time.
This is a disease! Got a cure!
"Okay! Then everyone should have seen the special symbols on the lottery ticket. Now I will explain the meaning of the symbols to him to make it easier for everyone to claim the prize!"
“Wouldn’t it be a pity if you didn’t know you won the prize?”
"Come on! Get the props!"
As soon as the host finished speaking, two big wooden signs slowly lowered from the top of the stage. One sign said 1, and the other sign said 1.
There is a hidden part at the top of the stage, where several people are standing on the scaffolding and working. Their main job is to load and unload wooden signs.
Behind the stage, there are people pulling ropes to control the lifting and lowering of the wooden signs.
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!"
"Everyone, read it to me again and remember how to write this word. If you write one stroke and one horizontal stroke, it is called one!"
The audience below shouted in unison as if their biological father had died, and everyone had a grimace.
Didn't he say there was a lottery? Why are you here teaching me how to write? ?
"Everyone, please be patient. Look at the text on my left. It also means one. This is the special number on our lottery ticket."
"Come on, everyone, follow me..."
"Hurry up! I remember! A horizontal line is one, and a vertical line is also 1! Next one!"
"Next! Next! Next!"
The crowd below started to boo again.
The host looked at Fang Zhengyi awkwardly.
Fang Zhengyi also waved his hand to let him proceed to the next step.
There is nothing to talk about in one or two, just hurry up and be done with it.
The host turned the hanging board over, revealing the second number at the back.
The host started talking to himself, and the people in the audience felt like they were mourning for their heirs.
But I had no choice but to draw a lottery soon, so I had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow suit...
The eyes of the three pavilion elders in the audience have long been dull, and the situation in front of them seems to be beyond imagination...
Fang Zhengyi actually took advantage of the lottery opportunity to teach the people a lesson!
This...isn't this the legendary enlightenment of all people...?
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