The reason why Chongqing's economy has not developed in recent years is also due to its geographical location.
The cargo ships that could truly bring in trade revenue were controlled by the imperial court and would not dock in Yuzhou. Ordinary ships carried goods that were not worth much and could not bring more profits to Yuzhou.
As a result, the Pei family's status in Yuzhou gradually became apparent, and even the prefect of the region had to treat the Pei family with some respect.
But now the situation has changed. Chongqing's "City Logistics" has sprung up overnight. Its appearance has quite abruptly opened up the Ren and Du meridians of Prefect Leng. After he figured some things out, he was so excited that he couldn't sleep for several days.
This is an opportunity! A golden opportunity that brings unexpected good fortune!
If he seizes this opportunity and wins over the "city-state logistics", how can he not worry that his achievements will be recorded in the history books by the imperial court!
More importantly, this top scholar has an unusual background and strong connections, so he can use him with confidence and without worrying about him ruining his career.
Thinking of this, Prefect Leng wanted to laugh out loud three times!
Fu Qiyuan's eyes were deep, seemingly unaware of the slight smugness hidden in Prefect Leng's eyes. He said, "I wonder how much you know about 'City-State Logistics'? I am very interested in it. Could you please elaborate?"
Prefect Leng's expression stiffened for a moment, then he pointed at Sanlang, "Look, look! What kind of dance is that!"
Fu Qiyuan looked up and couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Now it's time for the lucky draw. To enhance the effect of the lucky draw, Sanlang and his six brothers spontaneously performed a dance to "Little Chicken Run." Xiaoqi and Sanlang also hummed the accompanying music that Jiangshan had taught them. The dance, accompanied by the croaking of chicks, had everyone in stitches.
Sanlang's movements were exceptionally fluid. Whether it was twisting his waist and swaying his hips or tucking in his abdomen and sticking out his buttocks, he performed them with unparalleled naturalness and without any affectation. These dance movements, which were considered "immoral and vulgar" by the ancients, appeared so harmonious and natural on Sanlang.
Even Mr. Xunmei laughed so hard he almost plucked out a few of his beard hairs.
The ancients did not know that Sanlang's style was called stage presence.
The crowd of onlookers ranged from the elderly to young children, all captivated by Sanlang's charm. Some of the children even joined in his dancing, making his relatives and friends laugh heartily.
The first lottery result was announced, and the child who went up on stage to receive the prize was about the same age as Xiaoqi.
He ordered a serving of Dongpo pork, and Aunt Hong poured extra broth over it for him.
The child held the bamboo bowl, reluctant to leave. He kept glancing at Sanlang and then at the meat in the bowl. Finally, he gritted his teeth and gave the bowl to Aunt Hong.
"Auntie, can I...can I switch to the brand that young man is wearing?"
The bamboo tag on Sanlang's body was painted by himself. It features a logo representing Jiang's Private Kitchen, along with his own portrait and signature. He and his brothers always wear such tags when performing.
Aunt Hong looked at Sanlang with a troubled expression.
Saburo took off the tag from his body, stepped forward and handed it to the child, saying, "The Dongpo pork is your prize, but this is a gift from me!"
The child jumped up in surprise and waved the sign in his hand vigorously at his brothers and sisters not far away.
The lottery was still going on when Jiang Shan took a break and called Sanlang over, whispering a few words in his ear.
Saburo let out an "Ah" and scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly.
"You guys are already minor celebrities, so giving out autographed portraits is a way to attract fans, and I think it's very necessary!"
“But…but…” Saburo felt that something was wrong.
"Prepare some portraits of all six of you brothers. They don't need to be very beautiful, just as realistic as possible! Go on, go help Jiang's Private Kitchen gain more fans. I'm rooting for you!"
There are many small bamboo signs in the storeroom in the backyard of the shop. They were originally used to write the names of dishes, but Jiangshan thought they were not high-class enough, so he replaced them with fragrant sandalwood. Sanlang then used these bamboo signs to make various kinds of use out of waste.
These bamboo plaques all have a natural curvature, are the same size and shape, are polished smooth, and are coated with a layer of tung oil.
As Sanlang and his brothers were carrying bamboo plaques out, Xiaoqi couldn't help but ask, "Sixth Brother, are you really going to draw portraits of us? I'll go change my clothes then, I want to wear my prettiest one!"
"Sixth, I'm a little nervous, what should I do? I... I want to wash my face first, it's sweaty..." Fourth's face also tensed up.
Stone couldn't help but ask, "Shouldn't we find a better place to paint? Let's go to Sister Jiang's new house; it has a beautiful garden!"
“Going back to the bamboo hut is fine too! Draw my newly made bamboo hut in it!” Xiao Wu raised his hand and spoke up.
Saburo couldn't hold back and shattered their dreams with a single sentence: "You're dreaming. I'll just draw a small portrait of the upper body, like Xiao Qi!"
Xiaoqi looked down at the tag on her clothes, and her chubby little chin drooped down in two layers.
The so-called "small portrait" is the sketching taught by Jiangshan. It has no color at all, so you can only tell that it is themselves, and you can't see anything else.
Not beautiful at all!
Sanlang's drawing skills were already quite remarkable; his sketching skills surpassed even his teacher's. Mr. Xunmei provided him with the finest brushes and ink, and he quickly sketched out the portraits of his brothers with just a few strokes.
So, another activity was added to the lucky draw: top up your account and receive a miniature of the six brothers!
Jiang Shan watched with satisfaction as the six little ones were surrounded by onlookers and ordered the kitchen to make them a celebratory cake.
With the sun so strong, the event so popular, and the customers so enthusiastic, Jiangshan wanted to find a place to cool off.
"I'll get some beer later. Drinking ice-cold beer and eating seafood in the summer, that's what makes life perfect!" Jiang Shan muttered to himself as he reached the corner on the third floor.
A strange voice rang out from behind: "What is beer?"
Jiang Shan froze, then slowly turned around.
On the other side of the stairs, Fu Qiyuan and Prefect Leng stood side by side, their eyes fixed on Jiang Shan.
Jiang Shan took a deep breath, stepped forward, curtsied, and said, "This humble woman, Jiang, greets the Prefect and Lord Fu."
Prefect Leng waved his hand, "No need for formalities. You're all family, so there's no need for such formalities in the future. I'd like to ask you, what was that beer you mentioned earlier?"
Jiang Shan sighed inwardly, but made no attempt to conceal the daggers in his eyes as he threw them at Fu Qiyuan.
They didn't even warn her, what were they up to!
"Sir, if I said I just said it casually, would you believe me?"
Prefect Leng smiled and glanced at Fu Qiyuan. "Lord Fu, do you believe it?"
Fu Qiyuan touched his nose and changed the subject, saying, "Shan'er has a lot of ideas, perhaps he's working on a new variety again... How about we invite you to try some of Shan'er's wine today?"
Jiang Shan glared at him again. "I'm not this generous even though this is priceless. And you're just giving it away so readily?"
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