From one to ten, the host was so tired that his mouth was dry.
The people in the audience were also very frustrated, but when they thought about the fact that they could redeem their prizes immediately, they reluctantly persevered.
After learning, most people start to gesture the words they have just learned in the air.
Some people were even very happy, thinking that they had actually learned to write, although they knew only a few words.
But how can ordinary people write?
Many people who didn't remember clearly were afraid of missing the chance to win, so they began to whisper to each other.
Fang Zheng immediately hinted to the host to take a break.
It is really unbearable for a normal person to keep shouting at the top of his lungs, even if he is a storyteller.
The host looked at Fang Zheng with gratitude and said loudly again, "Great! I think everyone has gained some experience. You can learn from each other more."
"Let's have a show to relax you all. Please listen to the poetry recitation."
"Long live the emperor!"
"Author: Mr. Sai, a loyal minister"
After saying that, the host slowly stepped back and another performer took over and immediately began a passionate performance.
"Oh! Your Majesty, you are the light in my life..."
"Spring nourishes all things, Your Majesty nourishes......"
Listening to the blunt and corny words on the stage, the three ministers all frowned.
The good impression that had just arisen towards Fang Zhengyi disappeared instantly.
Face! Where's the face!? Can a person really be so shameless?
The three old men wanted to roar to the sky and curse this beast, saying that he was really unscrupulous, had no bottom line, and had no literary character at all!
Of course, the instigator didn't care about this at all.
Everything is for the people!
No matter how many times flattery wears out, it never wears out. As long as I, Fang Zheng, flatter him day after day, I will be able to become Pavlov one day.
The Emperor of Discipline will smile happily when he hears me talking, and then he can do whatever he wants with ease!
Who in the world doesn't like to be flattered? Moreover, how can the ancients resist the advanced workplace experience of our 21st century Founder! ?
Haha, what Mid-Levels Plaza? It’s just a stage for me, Fang Zhengyi, to display my personal talents.
"Hey! Look, Fang Zhengyi is there!" Zheng Qiao suddenly found Fang Zhengyi in the crowd and pointed at him.
Zhang Dongxiang immediately glared: "Damn it..."
He rolled up his sleeves and rushed towards Fang Zhengyi, and the other two quickly followed.
Zhang Dongxiang angrily pushed through the crowd and walked straight towards Fang Zhengyi, reaching out to grab Fang Zhengyi's collar.
Suddenly, a big man with a murderous look on his face stood in front of him.
Zhang Dongxiang put down his hand awkwardly. Li Yansong and Zheng Qiao were also very panicked.
Fang Zheng saw Zhang Biao suddenly flash behind him, so he turned around to look.
Seeing this, he was delighted: "Oh, the three seniors are here too? Zhang Biao, we are one of us, please get out of the way."
Li Yansong and the other two quickly put their hands holding the lottery tickets behind their backs and said with a straight face, "Well, let's take a look!"
"Where is Master Li?"
Hearing his question, Fang Zhengyi also became puzzled. Li Yuanzhao had been having a lot of fun these days. He was curious about everything and seemed to have a special liking for fines.
Although he was fined a dozen or twenty cents every time he was caught, he still enjoyed doing it.
Later, there were even fewer people urinating and defecating on the streets. This guy would chase after anyone who seemed unable to hold it and whistle, which made Fang Zheng despise him.
Today, because there were so many people, most people gathered in the square again. Fang Zhengyi specially ordered the dung-carrying workers to start work early and clean the pit toilets in the workshop.
In the past, these jobs were done in the early morning. After hearing about this, Li Yuanzhao was curious about how the dung pickers worked, so he ran to watch them carry dung.
Logically, he should have come back a long time ago...If he hasn't come back by now, could it be that he has fallen into a cesspool?
But it shouldn't be a problem. He should be equipped with a few guards.
Maybe he was having too much fun. People of this age are good at hands-on work. Maybe he went up to dig out the shit himself... After all, the prince is good at playing with shit.
Fang Zheng said, "Mr. Li is out playing, so he might come a little later."
"What are the three seniors here for today?"
Zhang Dongxiang couldn't wait to jump out and pointed at the stage with a red face and said: "Fang Zhengyi, I think you have some talent, why are you so shameless!"
Fang Zheng glanced at the stage, shrugged, and said calmly: "It's nothing, I just said what others wanted to say but didn't dare to say."
"What reason do I have to become the person you like, to go against His Majesty, to say something unpleasant to the ear, to displease His Majesty? And then to collude with some mediocre officials?"
"What a joke! When I do things, I only care about the results and not the process. I am just serving the people. Three seniors, am I right?"
The three of them were silent. To some extent, what Fang Zhengyi said was right.
After all, we are all in the same circle, so it is inevitable that we have the urge to lick, but isn’t it a bit too much for you to lick so blatantly?
But since you are capable, I will spare you this time!
Li Yansong asked curiously, "How did you come up with the idea of teaching the people these strange numbers? You can use other words instead. Your method is refreshing to me, but it's better to teach them some morality and the words of saints!"
Fang Zheng asked in return: "Can the words of a saint be eaten as food?"
"You!!" The three of them glared at him angrily. Not only do you have no integrity, but you also don't want the identity of a scholar?
Fang Zhengyi was too lazy to argue with them, so he waved his hand and said, "There is no other reason. Isn't it easy to learn? These people have never been to elementary school to learn the words of sages. How can they still draw the lottery? Can they learn it in a short time?"
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