Chapter 131: A big killer

Early in the morning, the mist had not yet dissipated and everything had not yet awakened, and the door of Suiya Mountain House had been opened.

Two red lanterns were hung, and the doormen stood with their fists. Then, a red paper notice was posted on the gate, which immediately attracted one or two vendors selling cooked cakes to come and see.

"A senior member VIP collection of out-of-print poems?"

This name is very loud enough, and it is actually a limited edition of thirty volumes, which makes people suddenly feel the urge to buy.

The news from the vendor was the most informative. In less than half an hour, the bookseller bought all thirty poems.

In another hour, various handwritten copies spread. The news spread quickly. It was called VIP, out of print, and treasured words like this, which naturally made the artsy people interested. Unfortunately, the genuine version could not be purchased, so I could only search for handwritten or pirated versions everywhere. Although the paper quality was a little worse, there was still enthusiasm.

At noon, due to the discussions on the streets and alleys, the price of handwritten copies was as high as usual. Buying up or down is a person's mentality, not to mention that there are already many discussions in tea shops and restaurants. They are all hotly discussing this out-of-print poem book. If you don't buy it, would you be embarrassed to say hello to others when you go out?

This is just the first wave, and the biggest controversy is in Shen Ao's poem about encountering Pin'er. This poem is very strange. It has neither the rhythm of the poem nor the lyrics. But at first glance, it is really well written in poetry.

So in the streets and alleys, literati were divided into two schools. One school captured the team of this poem, belittled it, and said that the poem was nonsense; while the other school firmly supported it, from songs and fu to Tang poetry, from Tang poetry to today's various lyrics and cards, and argued endlessly.

To argue, Shen Ao's poems must be remembered, otherwise what else can I fight for? So in just half a day, almost everyone remembered Shen Ao's poem. Naturally, someone would ask, who is this Pin'er?

"The two bent eyebrows seem to be frowning but not frowning, the pair of eyes seem to be happy but not happy, the faces are filled with sorrow, and the body is filled with a sickness. Tears are lit and the gasps are slightly."

Is there really such a beauties who are so complacent and charming in the world?

This is surprising!

Where did Mr. Shen meet this charming and lovable woman again?

Everyone should know that during this time, the sexual orientation of the Song Dynasty was still very normal. There was no market for pure man, iron-blooded man, etc., and the public lovers were still the kind of little beauty I saw. Therefore, the frown described in this poem made many people feel moved.

Mr. Shen is so blessed! I just wonder if his words are a bit exaggerated?

After this idea arose, the focus of the controversy turned to Pin'er. Is this beauty named Pin'er really true? Mr. Shen is said to have an affair with Zhenzhen, so he didn't even see him write a poem for Zhenzhen. Why did he turn Pin'er into a fairy when he saw this Pin'er instead, and fell into his pen.

This kind of gossip is not only a debate among literati, but also the ordinary peddlers and pawns are very happy to talk about it; they don’t understand poetry, but everyone can participate in the discussion of beauty. In just one day, this puffer has been hidden in the memories of many people, and has forgotten the famous prostitutes who have participated in the recent Courtesan Competition.

The so-called trend is actually like this. People who are interested in it are fueling the fire, and there are many discussions on the streets and alleys. If you are not tactful, when everyone is talking about frowning, they will shout that Chunniang in the misty rain tower is also very beautiful. She is afraid that she will be looked at by someone with a green eye and then spit it out. She scolds her very elegantly: "It's unbearable."

The fire in the charcoal basin was leaping, making the copper basin red. The weather turned a lot colder. Even wearing winter clothes, it became a bit more chilling when leaning against the charcoal basin.

The cold winter in Bianjing has a dry cold air, and Chen Ao is a little uncomfortable.

He sat cross-legged beside the brazier, picked up a few books and looked at them boredly. During this period, every once in a while, a servant from Sui Yashan Room went out to inquire about the news and came back to report to Chen Ao. Now Shen Ao can confirm that his first step in hype was finally successful.

Chen Ao put down the book in his hand heavily, and Zhou Heng, who was sitting on the side, raised his eyes quietly. Seeing Chen Ao Sheng holding it, he looked at the sky outside the window and said, "Cousin, what time is it?"

Chen Ao said: "It's almost noon."

Zhou Heng stretched and complained: "I asked me to buy fabrics in the middle of the night, which made me run away from seven or eight stores. I don't know how many doors I took, and I was so tired that I sold the poem book? What's my cousin's plan?"

Chen Ao laughed and pursed his lips without saying a word; the first step has been successful, and the second big killer weapon should be released, but this big killer weapon is too cruel, I don’t know how effective it is?

It happened that Wu Saner came in with a few side dishes and said with a smile: "It's noon, have some food. Brother Shen, I have prepared all your instructions. When can I do it?"

Wu Saner's expression looked a little weird, thinking to herself that Brother Shen never plays cards according to the rules!

Chen Ao had no intention of enjoying the food, fiddling with the charcoal in the brazier, and casually said: "Have you greeted Captain Zhang from Jingzhao Mansion?"

Wu Saner nodded and smiled, "I've done it, follow Brother Shen's instructions and ask someone to pass on the words in the name of Brother Shen."

"That's good." Chen Ao's eyebrows were clustered and he said righteously: "This drama is sung, I'm sure that Pin'er is popular all over the country. The afternoon is the time when there are the most tea guests, so let's start this time."

Wu Saner said guiltily: "Will we do this... be too much?"

Chen Aoyi said righteously: "Too much? My San'er, we are businessmen. When doing business, we are talking about profits and benefits. We must even take advantage of the sword and fire. We must not be kind to women."

Wu Saner hurriedly said, "I mean, will anyone believe this kind of thing?"

Chen Ao smiled brightly, put down the pestle fiddling with the charcoal basin, and stood up and said, "The hype is about true and false, it is to exaggerate it. Who is interested in discussing the matter of dog biting people? But what if it is human biting dogs? The more bizarre it is, the more it can arouse everyone's interest. As for true and false, it is not something we care about. The more difficult it is to distinguish between true and false, the more controversy there will be, and the more successful our hype will be. San'er, you should learn something, which will be very useful in the future."

After all, Wu Saner trusted Chen Ao and nodded, "Brother Shen is here to use some food. I'll give you a few words and tell everyone not to show off their strength."

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I don’t know when the Widows’ House in the inner city started to be called. If you want to trace it back, I’m afraid that a hundred years ago, the people in the world were still named Chai. It is said that because of the chaos in the world, soldiers were recruited everywhere in Bianzhou City at that time, and the men all followed the army. After the northern expedition, no man came back from the Widows’ House. As a result, countless widows appeared out of thin air, so the name of this street has been used.

This place is one of the twenty yards on the left side of the inner left side, and the inner left side of the inner left side is the most prosperous place in Bianjing. Not far from here, there is a land temple. It is very lively when it comes to festivals.

The more prosperous the place is, the more rogues and oils gather. These people are idle and always look for opportunities to find some foreigners to deceive them here. There are also many literati and poets, with wine coils on the street, tea flags, and bright red lanterns hanging high. As long as you can have dozens of money on your waist, you can always find a place to have fun.

But today, a road was given up on the bustling streets, and the pedestrians were willing to stand aside and looked at the slowly coming team in surprise.

Oh, it turns out that someone has passed away. Look, the three or four daughters were wearing mourning clothes and wearing sackcloths, crying and holding the coffin almost fainted. It was really unlucky to encounter such a thing on the road.

However, when everyone looked carefully, they couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Hey, it's actually a three-person coffin?

Except for the porter carrying the coffin, the rest were all female relatives. This is amazing. Could it be that overnight, all the men at home...

Even a man who was attending the funeral was gone.

I don't know how strange such a thing happened in the widow's house for many years. I saw the old woman who was in the lead and cried to death, and the two daughters in mourning clothes at the end were very unique. Could it be that these two were the old woman's daughters-in-law?

Three coffins, three women, two of the young widows were crying, and the listener was really sad, and the listener burst into tears, but there were also some things that were heartless. They looked at the beautiful figures of the two young widows, and their eyebrows were shining, as if they were eager to let the other man die.

Soon, many people's questions came again. The cemetery in Bianjing City should be in the remote suburbs. Even if a man died at home, he would think that the coffin was sent to the remote suburbs for burial.

The matter of being buried in peace is not something that can be delayed. But walking here is clearly the road to the second wing, the Sixteenth Floor, and it is also the prosperous place of the inner city. Could it be that they are going to circle around the city of Bianjing before going to bury?

This is really amazing. A man who died is not the top scorer in high school. I have never heard of him who has to parade the streets. Today is really an eye-opener!

But, I really have to see what they are going to do!

After this thought, many people involuntarily followed the funeral procession. There were idle people in any dynasty and generation, and there were people watching the fun.
Chapter completed!