Chapter 172: The opening of the tavern (1)

Style: Historical Author: Ling Yuan Chu GeWords: 2476Update Time: 24/01/12 19:58:46
Before I knew it, two days had passed.

It's a nice day today.

Chang'an City East City revealed an inexplicable lively atmosphere early in the morning.

Here, there are a lot fewer people walking around, and there are many brightly dressed scholars and nobles, or people who are more respectable than civilians walking around.

The sun in winter seems particularly cold and precious, and every ray of sunshine seems to be a gift from God falling on the earth.

After a while, Chang'an City was enveloped in a thin light and heat, which made people temporarily forget the coldness and silence of last night.

clang! clang! clang!

"Everyone, come and see, Xiaoyao Pavilion on Dongmen Street has opened. To be happy in life, you must have all the joy, and don't let the golden bottle stand in the sky! There are all kinds of exquisite wines, Xiaoyao Pavilion, everyone is welcome to support it!"

A boy beating a gong kept walking through the entire Dongshi.

"Xiaoyaoxuan is open today. I don't know what to expect. I'll see you at the Shitai Pump on Dongmen Street~"

I was shouting and shouting all the way, working really hard.

Just as a man beating a gong passed by, a boy playing a tambourine came out from the other side and shouted.

"It's fun to cook sheep and slaughter cows, and you'll have to drink three hundred cups at a time! Xiaoyao Xuan opens today, with special singing and dancing, if you want to see it~"

This scene started as soon as the gate of Dongshi opened today.

The clanging of orders made the newly opened markets in this winter a bit lively.

Among them, a group of gentry students who had just agreed to meet heard these calls.

He immediately grabbed the boy who had just struck the gong.

He asked politely: "Hey, Xiao Er, if you are happy in life, you must enjoy it to the fullest. Don't let the golden bottle stand in the sky against the moon... What a beautiful poem. May I ask who wrote this? Can you tell me the full poem?"

The boy seemed to have encountered this situation many times this morning. He hugged Tongluo for a while to relax, and replied slowly and happily.

"This is the work of our boss. I just came here to yell at you today. How can I remember the complete poem? But if you want to know the complete poem, you can go to Dongmen Street. Xiaoyao Xuan has the complete poem~"

The talented man raised his eyebrows slightly: "Xiaoyaoxuan? What kind of store is this!"

"This Xiaoyaoxuan is a newly opened tavern by our boss. It has all kinds of exquisite wines!"

The boy straightened his back and replied seriously according to what Tang Sufan told him yesterday.

After all, you can get thirty cents for just one morning's shouting, and such a good job is hard to find.

They usually work as helpers, but they have to work hard for several days to earn it.

"Excellent wine? Waiter, are you serious?!"

The boy patted his chest and said, "It's natural. Although I'm not qualified to drink it, I smelled something yesterday. That smell is absolutely delicious wine!"

Hearing what the young man said was serious, several talented people raised their eyebrows. Military and political affairs do not separate families, just like fine wine and quatrains do not separate families.

How unique must this wine be to be widely advertised with this quatrain?

Immediately, several intellectuals from the noble clan became interested, and they no longer had any intention of going together outside the city to enjoy the wind and the moon today.

After a few words of discussion, we unanimously decided to go to Dongmen Street.

They wanted to see how special a wine shop with such a quatrain was?

He left two pennies behind as a reward, and the boy was so happy that he thanked him profusely.

I didn’t expect any unexpected gains.

I explained the place respectfully with a good face, and then continued to beat the gong and continue advertising————

Not only here, this situation is not uncommon today.

View from above the East Market.

You can see a lot of people flowing towards Dongmen Street from all directions.

The time has come.

The open space square on Dongmen Street is called Shitai Pump.

Although the name is a bit crude, the land is really big.

At this moment, colorful flags are fluttering and crowds of people are surging.

As for the colorful flag, of course Tang Sufan asked the tailor shop to make it at short notice.

This moment was quite eye-catching.

It was quite lively for a while.

At this time, Tang Sufan looked even more coquettish today.

Wearing a white robe with a stand-up collar, decorated with golden brocade patterns, a purple heart jade brocade belt, the same chic hairstyle, and a sachet around his waist.

Who can look at this and not say something about what a handsome young man he is?

This is absolutely eye-catching when you step out.

As if he doesn't belong to the boy here...

At this time, Li Shimin had just finished the morning court and took Changsun Wuji and his daughter to Dongmen Street.

In the store, Tang Sufan casually glanced at Li Shimin who had just entered the door, and then turned back. As expected, there was a strange look on his face.

Without even looking, he began to complain mercilessly.

"Tell me about you, Lao Li. Our tavern is open and you can come at this time. What are you busy with every day?"

Li Shimin slowly approached, waved his hand sheepishly and said, "Isn't there something that delayed me today..."

If it weren't for the group of admonishing doctors who got involved in him because of the matter of exchanging his royal name for naming fees.

Li Shimin spent some time arguing with them like a rooster with its neck strangled.

Otherwise, we wouldn’t have come at this point.

Thinking of this, Li Shimin was still angry for a while. What a bunch of dogs. Didn't you see that Wei Zheng's farmhouse man was quiet today?

Why do you all come out and dance around one by one?

Seeing that this kid was starting to complain again, Li Shimin simply moved his steps, causing Tang Sufan, who had just turned his eyes away and was sitting at the bar to study something, to light up.

Tang Sufan immediately stood up, his attitude suddenly changed, and he said hello behind him.

"Oh, Rou'er, you're here, come on, come and sit here, Dongmei, let's have a cup of plum wine~"

Seeing that the person standing behind Li Shimin was actually Li Rou'er, Tang Sufan's expression suddenly changed.

Li Shimin and Changsun Wuji twitched their mouths at the same time.

This shameless bitch...

Li Lirou smiled gently: "Thank you, Brother Fan..."

Although Tang Sufan asked her to sit down, she still turned around and glanced at her father. He hadn't sat down yet, so how could she dare to sit down?

Seeing Li Lirou's eyes, Tang Sufan naturally understood.

"Hey, Lao Li, sit down, we have our own tavern, why are you so polite?"

After that, Tang Sufan greeted Li Shimin and Li Shimin nicely.

Li Shimin snorted coldly and sat down angrily.

"What are you doing here? Dongmen Street is almost crowded with people. Didn't you see that there are people outside the door?"

Tang Sufan put down the guitar tuner in his hand and said slowly.

"Oh, don't rush, wait a little longer, I have invested so much money, what if I don't create some advertising effect?"

"Since you're here, let's sit down for a while and let Rou'er rest for a while. I'll let you have a good look later! What is sensation, hehe~"

"You kid, what do you want to do again?"

Li Shimin couldn't help but laugh as he spoke.

The people outside are enough to show that the business of the tavern will definitely not be bad from now on~

That’s money~

Piles of money!

This tavern has 40% of his members, no matter what this kid does.

Anyway, as long as you make money, it’ll be fine, right?

Tang Sufan raised his eyebrows and said to Li Shimin: "You will know later. Will you come on stage with me later? How about I show you the limelight?"

When Li Shimin heard this, he immediately waved his hands in rejection.

How can this be done? What if someone recognizes my identity?

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