Chapter 417

Propaganda, that's what song Xijiao is good at.

Whether it is the filial piety paper of Xifeng bamboo paper farm or Huizhou bamboo paper farm, she has been very successful in publicity. Naturally, there are endless ways to do this time.

But the most effective way is to choose the best and the most effective.

She thought, there is no better way than the use of the Mid Autumn Festival!

We should know that in all the festivals all year round, except for the new year's Eve, people of this era value the Mid Autumn Festival most. On this day, they have to do many things, such as watching the tide, watching the moon, eating moon cakes, setting off lights, and even fighting Poems and wine. Curfews will be completely lifted on this day. People often enjoy themselves until midnight before returning home.

Such a good opportunity must be fully utilized.

"Zhongchun, do you think I can sell lanterns when I make them on the Mid Autumn Festival?"

Zhong Chun sat beside the bed, holding one of song Xijiao's legs and kneading her gently. He glanced at her and said, "can you paint?"

Song Xijiao shook her head.

"And your handwriting is very good?"

Song Xijiao shook her head again.

"Then you are good at carpentry and can make the skeleton of lantern."

Song Xijiao said, "No

"How are you going to make a lantern?"

Song Xijiao raised her finger without hesitation and pointed to Zhong Chun's nose.

Zhongchun was angry and funny: "I paint, I write, I make skeleton, is that the lantern I made or you made?"

Song Xijiao said: "I did it."

"Owe, beat."

Zhong Chun leaned over and hugged her, biting on the tip of her nose.

Song Xijiao burst into laughter and ran under him like a loach. Her hands and feet pushed him back and forth. Seeing that he was breathing more and more heavily, she suddenly realized something and quickly called out: "mother!"

A big hand suddenly covered her mouth, Zhong Chun hate hate teeth: "you are crazy, call mother to come to do what."

Song Xijiao blinked and said in a stuffy voice, "I'll ask if she can make a lantern."

Zhong Chun was angry with her smile. Knowing that she was afraid of what she was doing, he got up and leaned back on the head of the bed again. He hummed, "don't think about it. If you can't make a lantern, I won't do it for you."

"Well, stingy, I'll share it with you if I make money."

"No

"Just make a few for me, ten?"

"No

"Eight!"

"No, do it."

"That one, you make one for me, I hold it for fun, don't give it to others, is this the head office?"

Zhong Chun's face just looked better. He nodded and said, "yes."

Song Xijiao makes a face at him secretly. He is really a miser.

Since last time in Huizhou, he asked Lin Waner's oil paper umbrella back and threw it away. Song Xijiao wanted him to do something to sell it, especially to women. It was more difficult than going to heaven!

"Well, if I can't sell lanterns, what else can I do to make money?"

Zhongchun helplessly said: "the Mid Autumn Festival, you can't have a good holiday, forget to make money?"

"That's not good. The moon will be round every month. On that day, the opportunity to make money is not available every day."

Song Xijiao thought seriously and said to herself.

"There are not many kinds of food in this era. Moon cakes are mainly made of pine nuts, walnut kernels and sugar. In addition to festivals, few people usually eat them, which shows that people are not so satisfied with the taste of these moon cakes. And my craft, hem, as long as I want to make it, no one will say it's not delicious. I'll make dozens of copies, half of which will be given away and half sold! "

When the time comes, write down the name of Xifeng bookstore on the wrapping paper of moon cakes, leaving a few messages, which can not only flatter those dignitaries, let them cover her in the future, but also publicize the name of Xifeng bookstore.

Moreover, to the extent that those scholars like to follow the trend, it seems that all the people who are in the vicinity of Xifeng bookstore are famous people in Jinzhou City. Even if they don't like reading in the bookstore, they will come and sit down for vanity.

That's what she makes!

Otherwise, reading and drinking here will make you feel comfortable at home?

As for those who sell, then with a little bit of other small activities, do not worry about speculation can not be high.

"Zhongchun, what kind of moon cakes do you like to eat?"

"I don't like it."

Song Xijiao stares at him speechless What kind of moon cake doesn't make you so disgusting? "

Zhongchun also speechless stare back: "I don't like to eat, why also specially go to taste?"

"How do you like to talk up?"

"I'm just telling the truth."

"Well, don't eat what I made this time! If you take a bite, you are a dog! "

Zhong Chun is really not interested in mooncakes, but song Xijiao's mooncakes are still a little expectant. After all, what he didn't like to eat in the past has become extremely delicious by her hand."I'll talk about it then."

In fact, when he was in the palace, he was not interested in eating, not because the food made by the imperial chefs was not delicious, but every time he had a feast like this, he was annoyed by the complicated etiquette procedures, and there was no mood to eat.

I still remember that when my mother was alive, every time the Mid Autumn Festival Palace Banquet, the father emperor would let his mother sit on his left side. Although the Queen's seat on the right side was more valuable, when a line of dishes were put on the table, he could not help but let his mother taste it first.

A long table, a total of 18 lines of food, a line of fresh fruit, a line of nuts, a line of cakes, a line of cold food Looking at the past, the world's famous food, all gathered together, looks incomparably delicious.

But he had no appetite.

It's better to sit in the courtyard now, and these "strange" family crowded together, the appetite is exuberant.

"Zhong Chun, the Mid Autumn Festival is a day of reunion. Would you like to write a letter to your father?"

"No need."

"Why, he is your father in the end, you write a letter from home, but only a few lines, and you can let others have a happy festival. What's wrong?"

Zhong Chun said without expression: "he knows that I hate him, and he hopes that he will be sad and regret every day more than to make him happy. Even if he wrote a letter from home, he would find it ridiculous. "

"In that case, write it." Song Xijiao looked at him solemnly and said, "don't you just want him to be unhappy? Since he will be unhappy when he receives your letter from home, shouldn't you write one more?"

“……”

Zhongchun found that he was surrounded by her. He could not help but throw her calf to the bed, lifted the quilt and drilled in and said, "it's late. Go to bed."

"Sleep, you go to sleep on the couch outside. What are you doing here?"

"It's cold. It's uncomfortable to sleep outside."

"It's only October. My brother has a mat on his bed. It's cold."

Zhong Chun turned a deaf ear, closed his eyes, motionless, pretended to be asleep. Seeing that she was still making faces and denouncing her, he simply raised his hand to put out the light and dragged song Xijiao into the bed.

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