Chapter 89 Day 1

On the first day of May, in the early morning, the sky was already bright. The three-story Yangji Restaurant had not yet opened. About ten hangers-on of different ages had gathered at the shop on the left side of the restaurant. This is a two-story shop along the street, with a sign on the doorpost: Report.

Chen Heng had already asked a carpenter to make the door plaque, but time was tight and it would take two days to be finished.

These hangers-on who came were all introduced by Wang Bo and belonged to several nearby neighborhoods. Because they did not have a proper and long-term livelihood, they often relied on scattered idle work to support their families.

In Yangzhou City, there are quite a few such people. As a large city with a population of one million, it occupies the intersection of the canal and the Yangtze River. As long as you are willing to think, there are many ways to make people live.

Chen Heng, who moved upstairs last night to make do with the night, did not let this group of people wait too long. Together with Xue Ke, he removed the door panels and led them all into the shop.

"Brothers, you are really early. Have you been waiting outside for a long time?"

It was the first time for everyone to meet. As the boss, Chen Heng took the initiative to greet them.

"Uncle Wang told us to come early. We didn't wait long. We just arrived a while ago." Someone responded very actively.

Chen Heng smiled and nodded. After a while of greeting, he asked everyone to sit down. He turned around and took out the cloth bags that had been divided last night from the counter.

There were ten cloth bags in total, each with twenty newspapers.

Chen Heng asked each of them to take one, and then told them a few words to say when they went out.

The group of people introduced by Uncle Wang had been in the market for a long time. Although they were not very smart, they would not be shy when talking to others and would not dare to lose their face to speak.

After listening patiently to the boss Chen's instructions, the ten people stood up, picked up the cloth bags and ran out.

Chen Heng had agreed with them that they could only come to the shop to get new newspapers after selling all the newspapers in their hands.

For every two newspapers sold, they could earn one penny.

These people were naturally very enthusiastic because they heard this method for the first time.

Some people shouted on the street as soon as they ran out of the store.

"Newspapers for sale, newspapers for sale, all the little things in Yangzhou are known."

"Five cents a copy, only five cents, you can get a sneak peek at Mr. Yuanhe's storybook."

Chen Heng and Xue Ke sat in the store, listening to the distant shouting, and couldn't help but smile at each other.

No matter what the store will be like in the future, the sense of accomplishment that bursts out from the heart at this moment cannot deceive people.

"I hope to get off to a good start." Xue Ke rubbed his hands nervously, and said unwillingly, "It would be better if there were more people."

"Don't worry, this is only the first day." Chen Heng comforted the other party's emotions, "Besides, the highlight of today is not here, let's see what Brother Hu and his friends are like."

Xue Ke thought about it and agreed. He stopped talking and just looked at the sky outside the door silently, looking forward to what was about to happen.

Halfway through the Si hour, restaurants, bookstores, hardware stores, and other shops also removed their doors one by one.

As the sun gradually rose, the vitality of Yangzhou City began to be released.

The clerk of Huji Bookstore stood at the door of the store, looking at Hu Yuan bitterly. "Boss, do you really want to shout?"

"Hurry up and shout. If you sell out today, you will get a reward."

Hu Yuan waved at him. Today was the first day of the newspaper store opening. Unlike Chen Heng and Xue Ke, he changed into bright clothes with a sense of ceremony, which looked very festive.

When the clerk heard this, he immediately became energetic. He pointed at the fifty newspapers in front of him and shouted, "Newspapers for sale, newspapers for sale. There is Mr. Yuanhe's book in the newspaper. It only costs five cents."

A similar experience to this clerk also happened to the waiter of Wangji Bookstore. Unlike Huji Bookstore, Wangji has a total of seven bookstores in Yangzhou, which are distributed in various locations in Yangzhou.

After a whole morning of shouting by this group of people, many people in Yangzhou already knew that Mr. Yuanhe had written a new storybook. Although they didn't know what a newspaper was, some smart people had already come to the teahouse to grab a seat.

When He Youshan walked into the teahouse, he saw the long-missed full of people. He now brought his apprentice with him, and the handsome child beside him took out his stuff from his cloth bag as soon as the teacher sat down.

A guest saw He Youshan still brewing tea slowly, and couldn't help asking anxiously: "Sir, sir, don't you know that Mr. Yuanhe has published a new storybook?"

How could I not know about this? Last night, Mr. Hu invited them all over. He Youshan was the first person in Yangzhou to see the Jing'an Daily.

"How could I not know about this great thing." He Youshan took the newspaper from his apprentice, "Look, I just happened to have a copy I bought on the road. Has anyone bought it?"

About half of the people raised a thin piece of paper in their hands. Someone asked with a smile, "Sir, will you tell the story of Mr. Yuanhe today?"

Everyone was a regular customer, and He Youshan smiled and nodded in the expectant eyes of everyone.

In fact, he had already made relevant preparations last night, but now he had to temper everyone's temper. He Youshan deliberately said, "I have seen it once on the road. Please wait a moment, let me finish this cup of tea, and then I will start talking, how about it?"

There is no reason for the tea drinkers to refuse, but it is boring to wait now. Simply a few people gathered together, surrounded the people who bought newspapers in the middle, and read the newspapers together.

At this glance, they quickly discovered the things on the right side of the newspaper.

The content written by Chen Heng himself, while ensuring the original story, the choice of words and sentences are all first-class.

After everyone watched it, they were immediately aroused.

Someone said angrily: "It's so abominable. Why are there such elders in this world?"

"It's simply hateful and extremely shameless."

"I don't know what this wife looks like."

There are always people who have original opinions. Fortunately, he just muttered to himself and did not dare to speak loudly for others to hear.

"Magistrate Zhang of Jiangdu County did a good job! This is a good official like Mr. Bao."

What these people say or what I say can make people who have not read the newspaper become anxious. If the teahouse wasn't full of people right now, I might have gone downstairs to buy a newspaper and come back.

He Youshan saw everyone's reactions in his eyes, and Hu Yuan asked him to go back and tell him everything about the situation in the teahouse today.

Seeing that the atmosphere was almost brewing, He Youshan picked up a wooden board and knocked it on the table, attracting everyone's attention. He spoke loudly: "Speaking of which, Emei Mountain in Bashu is a famous resort in Shu. In the past, people said that Western Shu has many amazing mountains and rivers, and Emei is especially beautiful..."

Compared with "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio", "The Legend of Shushan Swordsman" is more popular in terms of sentences. Although the opening chapter is not as strange and surprising as "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio", many tea drinkers have never encountered such a smooth and straightforward narrative.

In fact, this kind of storybook is most suitable for teahouses and other places. Many tea drinkers came here just to listen and relax. You may not like a storybook that requires too much thinking.

"Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" is better than a short one. A long masterpiece like "The Legend of Shushan Swordsman" can only be made as simple and understandable as possible so that more people can accept it as soon as possible.

At about the same time, storytellers in teahouses of all sizes in Yangzhou City began to talk about "The Legend of Shushan Swordsman". Among them were people from Hu Ji's Library, and more of them were storytellers raised by Wang Ji's Library.

Time gradually passed, and as soon as they arrived at the future time, Chen Heng and Xue Biao, who were sitting in the newspaper shop, were already embracing each other and celebrating. The five hundred newspapers they left in the store were all sold out before nightfall.

"I wonder how the sales at the library are going." Xue Biao couldn't control his smile. Regardless of whether he recovered the cost or not, this momentum alone made him very happy.

"It's not even close." Chen Heng looked very confident and guessed, "I just don't know that today, our reputation is more famous. It's Brother Ma's matter, more people know about it."

"No matter which one it is, we won't suffer any loss." Xue Biao laughed and was about to continue talking.

Suddenly, a man came to the door with his head peeping out. When he saw the two of them meeting each other, he asked doubtfully: "Is this the Jing'an newspaper shop?"

When a guest came to the door, Chen Heng quickly pushed Xue Biao forward to greet him. Xue Biao happily took over the matter and asked the old man who came to the door: "Old man, we are the Jing'an newspaper shop. What can I do for you?"

The old man raised the newspaper in his hand, pointed at it and said, "Your newspaper shop said that you can publish rental housing for free. Do you take it seriously?"

"Of course we take it seriously. How can we lie about things that everyone in Yangzhou City knows, men, women, old and young." Xue Biao rarely boasted about Haikou, hoping to dispel the other party's worries.

Seeing that the other party was a little relieved, he welcomed the old man into the house with a smile.

Chen Heng had already stood up and walked to the back room, then came out with tea.

The two men, one on the left and one on the right, asked questions and took notes.

After serving the old man well and letting him keep all the conditions and expenses of his house, the two of them respectfully sent each other off.

But just after seeing off an old man, several more people ran into the shop with newspapers.

Only then did the two of them think of their miscalculated strategy and smiled bitterly at each other. Why did they forget to hire a waiter for the store.

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