The three of them looked more and more alike and couldn't help but start whispering to each other.
But this matter really wronged Fang Zhengyi.
After all, no matter how narrow-minded he was, there was no need for him to chase after Guo Tianyang endlessly, as the two of them did not have any deep hatred.
The main reason is that when the painter in Taoyuan County created this advertising poster, he created it completely according to Fang Zhengyi's description.
According to Fang Zhengyi's idea, it would be best to choose an old and fat man.
Being fat can make you look wealthy.
Being old can make you look authoritative.
Guo Tianyang has such an image, and what's more important is that he is always smiling and very friendly. Although Fang Zhengyi has always felt that this old guy is insidious, he has the right look for him.
As he was speaking, the painter's brush began to move towards Guo Tianyang's face.
Fortunately, a beautiful beard was added at the end, making the advertisement only 70% similar.
Although it was getting dark, more and more people gathered in the square.
In addition to some decorative decorations, there are also some practical devices in the square.
For example, a bonfire.
This was definitely not possible in ancient times because there were no electric lights, so Fang Zhengyi ordered people to build iron railings to enclose several areas in the square specifically for placing bonfires.
There are also a large number of places for placing torches around the square, and a large number of water tanks are set up for accidental fire fighting.
I tested it two nights in advance, and it was definitely far from the modern lighting effects.
But the basic lighting was sufficient, and the flickering fire added a special atmosphere.
Coupled with the constant hawking of vendors from the stalls in the square, the atmosphere of nightlife is already very strong.
The three ministers looked at the scene curiously, and couldn't help but smile knowingly on their faces.
The living atmosphere in Banshanfang is indeed very strong. Apart from anything else, you can already see some clues just from the expressions of the people.
It's just.... so many bonfires feels a bit dangerous.
There was still some time before the lucky draw started, and the three ministers couldn't help but walk around the stalls first.
After all, I've been walking for half a day and haven't even had a bite to eat, so I'd better get something to eat while I still have time.
Soon, three old men each held a wrap and started eating in the crowd.
Li Yansong sighed, "I didn't expect Fang Zhengyi to have so many skills. This square paved with stone slabs must not be cheap... If it were in Pingkangfang, I wouldn't dare to stand on the street to eat."
Zheng Qiao and the other man ate the cakes and nodded in agreement.
Soon, the long-awaited lucky draw will begin.
The three old men held the lottery tickets in their hands, and a little anticipation actually rose in their hearts.
Although the money is not much...but everyone subconsciously believes that they can win the five hundred...five taels of silver.
The people beating gongs, beating drums and playing suona began to walk onto the big stage at Mid-Levels Square.
At the same time, two clerks laboriously carried a transparent box onto the stage. Behind the box was a crank, and inside was a fan-like structure and densely packed small pieces of paper.
The host made a grand entrance onto the stage amid the sound of gongs and drums, and the audience immediately burst into cheers.
This host is a storyteller discovered by Fang Zhengyi in the neighborhood. Not only is he an excellent eloquent speaker, but his long performance experience has also honed his beautiful voice.
To make sure everyone can hear the voices clearly in an environment like a square is not only a technical job but also a physical job.
It would be difficult to take on this important task without a pair of iron lungs!
The host walked to the front of the stage with a happy face. Everything on the stage had the flavor of a modern stage, except that the original microphone was replaced by a big loudspeaker.
"Everyone! Everyone, please be quiet!"
The host's voice was amplified by the loudspeaker and clearly heard by everyone in the square.
The square suddenly became quiet.
"I believe everyone has been looking forward to this for a long time. I hereby declare the first bonfire party of Ban Shan Fang officially open, and the lucky draw will begin immediately!"
"This bonfire party is sponsored by Wang Lao Er Cai Dao, Mr. Sai, who loves his country and the emperor more than anyone else, and the invincible Mr. Li."
"If you want to cut vegetables, use Wang Lao Er. Wang Lao Er's kitchen knife is hard!"
"Puff!" Li Yansong sprayed out the tea he had just bought halfway through.
What a mess!
Mr. Sai...Mr. Li? They had heard these two names no less than seven or eight times since they entered Banshanfang. After the host introduced them, the three elders immediately reacted.
That shameless Mr. Sai must be Fang Zhengyi! Then Mr. Li must be the crown prince, is there any chance for him to escape?
It's so embarrassing...I was thrown into the street!
After the advertisement, there was another round of loud gongs and drums on the stage.
The host said loudly: "Okay! We have to do an activity before the prize draw! Excuse me, have you brought your prize tickets?"
"Bring it! You're such a jerk!" There was a thunderous cheer from the audience, with various sounds interspersed in the response.
Fang Zhengyi, who was sitting in the first row, shook his head helplessly. The people of Dajing were so impatient when they first encountered stage advertising.
This is a disease! It needs to be treated!
"Okay! Then everyone should have seen the special symbols on the lottery ticket. Now I will explain the meaning of the symbols to make it easier for everyone to redeem the prize!"
"It would be a shame if I won a prize but didn't know it!"
"Come on! Get the props!"
As soon as the host finished speaking, two large wooden signs slowly descended from the stage, one with 1 written on it and the other with 1 written on it.
There was a hidden part at the top of the stage where several people were busy standing on a scaffolding, their main job being to load and unload wooden signs.
Behind the stage, someone was pulling a rope to control the raising and lowering of the wooden sign.
The host said: "Everyone, look at this word on my right. It is the number we usually use, which is one! One, two, three, four, one!"
"Everyone, read it after me. Remember how to write the character 一. Write one horizontal stroke and it's called 一!"
The audience below shouted in unison as if their father had died, and everyone had a sullen look on their faces.
Didn’t you say there was a lucky draw? Why are you here to teach me how to write?! ?
"Everyone, please be patient. Look at the text on my left. It also means one. This is the special number on our lottery ticket."
"Come on, everyone follow me..."
"Hurry up! I remember it! A horizontal line is 1, a vertical line is also 1! Next one!"
"Next! Next! Next!"
The crowd below started to make a noise again.
The host looked at Fang Zhengyi awkwardly.
Fang Zhengyi also waved his hand to signal him to move on to the next one.
There's nothing much to say about the first and second ones, just pass them quickly and it will be over.
The host flipped the hanging wooden board over, revealing the second number on the back.
The host just kept talking to himself, and the people in the audience felt as if they had lost their parents.
But I had no choice but to learn from them because I had to draw a lottery soon...
The three ministers in the audience had already been dazed. The situation before them seemed beyond their imagination...
Fang Zhengyi actually took the opportunity of the lottery to teach the people a lesson!
This...isn't this the legendary enlightenment of the people...?
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