As soon as Zhang Zhong entered the teahouse, he could smell a faint smell of paint. Looking at the tables and chairs in the teahouse, although they didn't look like they were new, they were all covered with a new layer of paint.
There are five square tables in the teahouse, and there are already two tables of guests. A couple is sitting on one table, holding teacups, chatting and laughing.
There was a man lying on the other table, seemingly asleep.
The boss is a middle-aged man, not tall and slightly overweight. When he saw Zhang Zhong and the others, he immediately ran over from behind the counter, "Boss, do you want some tea?"
Zhang Zhong glanced at the counter and couldn't find anything like a price list, so he asked, "What kind of tea does your store have? How do you sell it?"
"There are Pu'er, Maofeng, and Huangya, all of which are one hundred and one pots."
In the scenic area, tea is not expensive, but there are a few types of tea, and they are all ordinary teas, especially Maofeng and Huangya teas from Nanhuai, which are really not that interesting.
He didn't expect to come in to taste tea, but he just wanted to find a place to rest, so he said, "Then let's have a pot of Pu'er and have some snacks?"
The boss rubbed his hands and smiled and said, "There are no snacks, but there are snails, bee pupae, and bamboo worms. They are all authentic snacks. Don't you want to try them too, boss?"
"Forget it, let's serve a pot of tea first."
"Okay, boss, please sit down first and I'll make tea for you."
The family found a seat and sat down. Pengpeng took Zhang Zhong and asked, "Dad, what did the uncle just say? Is it delicious?"
“Not delicious.”
"oh."
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After a while, a pot of tea came.
The boss was enthusiastic. After putting down the teapot, he did not walk away. Instead, he asked with a smile, "Boss, where did you come from?"
Zhang Xingjun said, "We are from Nanhuai."
The boss's eyes lit up, "Where is Nanhuai?"
Zhang Xingjun was confused by his expression, "Jiang Yang, what's wrong? Boss, do you have relatives in Nanhuai?"
"Jiangyang!" The boss's voice suddenly rose a little higher, "Jiangyang is a good place with outstanding people."
"How do you say this?"
"Didn't you say that the great writer called the vegetative person the same as Jiang Yang? Didn't you come here after reading that book?"
"It's a fifth grade vegetative person." Hu Huifang corrected.
"That's right, that's right. I'm a fifth-grade vegetative person. I don't read much and have a bad memory." The boss said with a smile, "You are a well-educated family."
Zhang Zhong watched from the side, still feeling a little strange, because when the boss mentioned Jiang Yang just now, he specifically glanced at the table next to him, as if he was talking to the man sleeping on his stomach.
But the man was still sleeping and had no reaction.
The boss chatted with Zhang Zhong and the others for a few more words, then returned behind the counter.
After the boss left, Zhang Xingjun smiled and said, "Hey, once you wrote this book, you helped us in Jiangyang win a lot of glory. If you write more books like this in the future, then we Jiangyang people will be everywhere.
You have to hold your head high."
"That is to say, maybe the person came from other places, and he also had other things to say." Hu Huifang curled her lips and said.
Zhang Jian nodded. Mom is right. These business people are accustomed to talking about people and ghosts, but this time it just happened to happen.
After sitting for a while, the fourth table of customers came into the store.
The four young people were all in their early twenties, two men and two women. Judging from the situation, they were not lovers.
These four people seemed to have just finished a workout and were so exhausted that they were sweating profusely. As soon as they sat down, they shouted to the counter, "Boss, do you have any herbal tea? Two pots."
The boss said with a grimace, "Dear handsome guys and beauties, I only have freshly brewed tea in this shop, not herbal tea."
"Then make two pots of tea. Any tea will do. Don't make it too strong. Please hurry up."
"Okay."
After ordering tea, one of the boys said, "I thought this town was quite big. I walked for a long time and didn't even see a bookstore."
The girl opposite complained, "I just told you to get off at the New District, but you didn't listen."
"Who knew there was no bookstore here?"
"Okay, let's take a break and let's go to Xincheng to buy some books. I asked you to buy books two days ago, but you also dragged your feet and dragged them here. It's hard to buy them. I don't know if there are any new books in Xincheng.
"
"Hey, it's hard to say. This place is out of the way. Even if there is a bookstore, it may not carry new books."
Zhang Zhong listened for a while and probably understood what was going on. They went out to play together. They originally wanted to buy some books to read, but because they were so excited about playing, they forgot about buying books. They only thought about it when they got to Chadong.
stand up.
As for whether there are any new books in Xincheng, Zhang Zhong thinks it is unlikely.
After all, the bookstores in this place only receive very few books, and each time they receive books, they come in batches. It is impossible to make a special trip to deliver new books.
"If there is a book, which one will you buy?"
"Buy whatever you have. Do you still have a choice at this time?"
"That's right. I want to buy both books. Although I have read "Xu Sanguan Sells Blood" online, I still want to buy a physical copy to take home and collect." A girl said.
Another girl shook her head, "I'm not interested in this book at all. I read a few chapters and couldn't get into it at all."
"Yeah, me too, I can't read it at all, and the timeline in the book jumps so fast, I feel like I can't keep up."
"Then what's wrong with it? It's not always told in sequence, and there's no flashbacks or interludes at all."
"It's a narration, but it spans a long time. Especially when Xu Yulan gave birth to three children, it was covered in just a few strokes. I felt it would be better to just write ten years later."
"Yes, yes, and many paragraphs are repeated."
Zhang Zhong listened to them talking about his book and just drank tea with a smile without any reaction.
When Hu Huifang heard that two young people said they didn't like watching "Xu Sanguan Sells Blood", she became a little anxious and wanted to talk to the children, but she finally held back.
However, there was no sound from their table. The man who had been lying next to him suddenly sat up. He was sleepy and his hair was messy. He held the table and said to the young people, "You guys, you are still a little impetuous when reading. This "Xu Xu"
"Three Views of Selling Blood" uses chronological narration, which is to make the story open and close and advance smoothly. There is also the problem of repetition. Do you think Zhang Zhong is trying to make up the word count, or there is a printing problem? Of course it is impossible.
, the repeated use of language in this book is to complement and complement the repetition of the story. When you read it, don’t you feel that the feelings are stronger every time it is repeated again and again?”
The four young people were stunned for a while. The two people who originally thought "Xu Sanguan Sells Blood" were not good-looking wanted to argue, but found that they didn't know what to say.