Early the next morning, when many people were still lying in bed, he took the "Encyclopedia of Eloquence Training Methods" and went to the lake near the county government office.
I saw him picking up a handful of thumb-sized pebbles by the lake, stuffing them all into his mouth, and then took out a book of "The Book of Songs" and began to read: "Guan Guan Jiu Jiu, in the River Island. Fair lady, good gentleman."
鑑. The various water-lilies are flowing from left to right. The fair and graceful ladies are coveted..."
However, I could only hear the gurgling sound and couldn't make out what he was saying at all.
Fang Yiai was not discouraged and continued to read.
A dung-picking old man passed by and shook his head, "Another crazy one!"
A woman passed by with her child, pointed at Fang Yiai and taught the child a lesson: "If you want to be the Duke of Huyi County, you must not be such a lunatic!"
A butcher passed by with a machete on his shoulder and laughed: "There are crazy people every year, but this year there are especially many!"
A group of half-grown children followed him and laughed: "Hahaha, you big fool!"
…
Hearing people's comments, Fang Yiai burst into tears.
However, Du He's words kept lingering in his ears: You are the future sales genius!
I am a future sales genius!
I am a genius!
Genius is fearless.
"Woooooooo..."
Fang Yiai muttered in her mouth, raised her sleeves to wipe away her tears, and then began to recite loudly again: "The melons hang up the chrysanthemums, and we are walking around. We must speed up, and we can drink well..."
After a long time, Fang Yiai had blisters on her mouth.
But he didn't give up.
day to day.
Gradually, he was able to pronounce each word clearly while holding the stone in his mouth, but this was not enough. He also needed to be fast enough. He could not read while standing, and he also needed to have sensitive reflexes.
From that day on, Fang Yiai held a copy of the Book of Songs and held pebbles in his mouth as he walked through the streets and alleys of Hu County, reciting poems while walking among the crowd.
Behind him followed a dozen half-grown men, laughing at him mercilessly: "Guaguajuju, let's go for a walk, hahahahaha..."
Fang Yiai is like a piece of wood, not caring about the ridicule from the outside world.
On the contrary, he recited poems faster and faster, reciting dozens of poems at once without any hesitation or even a single typo.
I don’t know how long these days have passed.
On this day, Fang Yiai finally took a bath, combed her hair, and changed into brand new clothes.
Half a day later.
He appeared at the gate of Zenjue Temple.
There is a box on his back.
But instead of a comb, there was a lump of pork in the box.
"Today, I will sell this pork to Master Famang!"
Boom, boom, boom.
The temple door opens.
"Are you the bastard?"
The monk guarding the door recognized Fang Yiai at a glance.
Wow.
Dozens of monks rushed out together and surrounded Fang Yiai.
Before doing this, he would have panicked and screamed for mercy.
But at this moment, Fang Yiai calmly took off the box on his back, opened it with a snap, and said loudly: "I'd like to inform Master Fa Mang, today, I want to sell this pork to him!"
The expressions of all the surrounding monks suddenly changed.
…
County government.
backyard.
After Du He finished handling the political affairs, he raised his head and asked curiously: "Old Ma, is Mr. Fang still practicing his eloquence these days?"
Ma Zhou said: "Yes, young master, Mr. Fang... I'm afraid there is something wrong with his brain, otherwise why would he go to the street to do this? Now, the whole Hu County knows that he is crazy."
Du He smiled lightly and said: "If you want to succeed, you have to go crazy first. That's okay!"
Ma Zhou added: "But I heard that Mr. Fang suddenly stopped going to the streets today. Instead, he went to Zenjue Temple with a piece of pork, saying that he wanted to sell the pork to Master Famang!"
Snap.
The brush in Du He's hand fell to the ground.
"My Cao, this guy is a real warrior! Old Ma, please clean up, I'm going to hide in the mountains!" Du He's expression changed drastically.
Ma Zhou was puzzled and asked: "County Lord, why did you go into the mountains to hide?"
Du He said anxiously: "This bastard went to the Pure Land of Buddhism to sell pork. Isn't he seeking death? With Fa Mang's temper, he will definitely be beaten to death on the spot. By then, Mr. Fang Xuanling will definitely come to Hu County.
Noisy, if I don't leave quickly, I'm afraid it will be over..."
Li Ke, the King of Shu on the side, quickly said: "Teacher, I went into the mountain with you, and I found a perfect place to hide. The last time I hid from my father for five days, it was in that place!"
Ma Zhou's expression changed and he hurriedly shouted: "My lord, please take me with you."
He remembered that he had a share in encouraging Fang Yiai to become a great salesperson.
Before Du He turned around, he saw Zhang Jian hurriedly walked in from outside.
Zhang Jian said with a calm expression: "Master, Mr. Fang is back!"
Du He was stunned, put down what he was holding, and asked, "You're coming back?"
Zhang Jian shook his head.
Didn't you just walk back?
That’s what was carried back!
His heart skipped a beat.
It’s over!
Lao Fang will definitely not let me go!
Why is this kid who seeks death so hard to get into trouble with Zenjue Temple?
well!
Zhang Jian added: "He came back on horseback!"
I……
Du He almost couldn't help but kick Zhang Jian to the ground.
He asked hurriedly: "Unscathed?"
"yes!"
Before he finished speaking, he heard rapid footsteps at the door.
Then, Fang Yiai appeared in front of everyone happily.
Ma Zhou and others felt as if they had seen a ghost.
This guy went to Zenjue Temple to sell pork and wasn't beaten to death?
Moreover, there were no injuries on his body, and it seemed that he had not been beaten.
Du He asked in surprise: "Master Fang, are you coming from Zenjue Temple?"
Fang Yiai nodded: "Exactly!"
"Are you going to sell pork?"
"That's right!"
"They didn't hit you?"
"No! I was chatting and laughing with Master Famang, the abbot of Chanjue Temple, and our grudges disappeared with a smile."
Du He's mouth twitched: "Where's the pork?"
"Sold it, a total of twenty kilograms. According to the price at the Huxian market, it costs ten cents per catty, or two hundred cents. Although it is not much, this is the first business I have made, and I succeeded...
"
Fang Yiai laughed and said.
Plop.
Suddenly, he knelt down on his knees in front of Du He.
Du He was shocked: "Master Fang, why are you doing this?"
Could it be that his leg was broken?
I just heard Fang Yiai say solemnly: "From today on, you are my teacher, please accept me as your disciple. Before, I was just a dandy, I didn't know the heights of the world, but since I came to Hu County, under your guidance
Next, I learned this sales method, and it’s really miraculous... I am where I am today, all thanks to the teacher’s guidance. If it weren’t for the teacher’s help, I might still be living in a muddle-headed way. Teacher, please accept my respect!”
Du He pulled Fang Yiai up and said, "Master Fang, take back what you just said, I will not be your teacher."
Recruiting disciples is not like raising a dog. If you have many disciples, you have to worry about hard work.