Hundreds of miles of smoke and clouds are not as good as one day in the capital. The capital is really too prosperous. People living in the capital have an innate pride. Even the beggars basking in the sun under the city walls seem to be a head above others.√∟
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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.
Grand and grand, prosperous as smoke.
Zhu Ping'an walked into the city of Beijing with his dark horse in hand, looking left and right, overwhelmed, just like a country bumpkin. Just looking around like this, unknowingly it was already past four o'clock in the afternoon, and it was almost time for dinner.
He hadn't had lunch yet, and he felt hungry frequently. Zhu Pingan took the horse and started looking for a place to stay and eat, but found that he had already arrived in front of Chongren Gate in the inner city.
Chongrenmen, also known as Dongzhimen today, 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, and the ground is paved with stone pavement. Zhu Pingan did a rough count
There are about two hundred trading shops across the ice cellar entrance. Tea, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, tea, whatever is necessary for ordinary people's daily life, whether it is food or use, 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.
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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, with four elegant and flowing running scripts on the top. Behind it were
Specific instructions in regular script: Use literature to make friends. Our store uses literature to make friends, and we specially give out six pairs of couplets. Those who give two couplets will get free food and accommodation for one day (no limit on the number of people); those who give three couplets will get free food and accommodation for three days (
There is no limit to the number of people); for those who go out to five couples, they will have free food and accommodation for ten days (limited to five people); for those who go out to six couples, they will get one month of free food and accommodation (limited to three people).
Looking at this eye-catching move, Zhu Ping'an raised the corners of his lips slightly. This was a typical plot, and he finally encountered it once.
However, this inn is also very good at attracting guests. Such a big move will definitely attract many scholars to come here. The inn has become famous without much cost. You 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 kind of marketing method is almost comparable to the modern voucher marketing strategy.
As expected, Zhu Ping'an approached the inn with his dark horse, and just standing at the door he heard the sound of people inside the inn like a wave.
There are too many people in the inn. There are elegant students in green shirts. There are also distinguished young men from noble families. Some come for free food and accommodation, some come to make a name for themselves, and some come to make soy sauce. Older and younger.
Yes, I was looking at the hanging couplets in the lobby of the inn. They were either whispering or talking loudly.
At this time, a well-dressed young man was trying to make a couplet. 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. I don't know how long it took the shopkeeper to find these couplets in those nooks and crannies."
There was another young man off the court who was equally well-dressed. He 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.
Yes, he does have the capital to show off. This young man named Wensheng is one of the few young people today who can match the third pair of couplets. Apart from this boy, there are only three other people who can match the third pair of couplets. The others
Most people look at the couplets and sigh with excitement. Only a few people can come up with one couplet. Those who can come up with three pairs like this young man named Wen Sheng are very rare. These people finally come up with a couplet, but unfortunately someone has said it before.
pass.
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 shopkeepers 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?"
Seeing the people who were concentrating and concentrating on each other, it was so lively that even the innkeeper and the waiter could not be found. So Zhu Pingan 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, looked at Zhu Ping'an from a distance and waved his hand.
Upon 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 one?"
Just when everyone had returned 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, and it said free board and lodging outside, with 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 with his black horse in hand, pointed at the cloth sign 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. (Unfinished)