Song Liyun found a street errand boy to spread the news: Tianxianglou is opening for a month and is giving back to customers with a promotion on the sake "Yuzhilan". Buy five bottles and get two free, or buy ten bottles and get five free.
Since Yuzhilan Winery signed a contract with Tianxianglou, it has become a special brew exclusively for them, and no one else can buy it.
What you looked down on in the past, you can't afford to reach today.
Tianxianglou doesn't sell cheap wine. A pot of wine with ice costs thirty coins, and that's not even a small amount. Even without ice, a pot costs twenty coins.
If you don't take advantage of a good deal, you're a bastard.
Upon hearing that the more they drank during the event, the more freebies they would receive, the diners immediately began to make their own calculations.
If there are many people eating together, you only need to pay for the food, and the drinks are practically free.
This wine is bland on its own, but it becomes absolutely delicious when paired with food.
As soon as the news spread, people came specifically for the free drinks.
Especially the scholars from the county school, who would invite dozens of classmates, drink and sing, eat delicious grilled skewers, and drink until they were full but only slightly tipsy, just in time to compose poetry.
Tianxianglou was packed with customers in no time. The private rooms on the second floor were not enough to keep up with demand, and even the empty scenic spot outside the door was set up with tables and covered with gauze curtains to keep out the dust.
Unexpectedly, it became a favorite among girls.
Looking out from behind the gauze curtain, faces are clearly visible, but those walking on the street can only see shadowy figures inside, the tinkling of jade pendants, and the aroma of grilled skewers, without seeing the people themselves.
Women in the city rarely had a place to relax, so they would gather in groups of three or five at Tianxianglou. They wouldn't sit in a private room, but would instead reserve a room with curtains facing the street.
Song Liyun simply had someone make a row of carved gauze cabinets with small windows on top. The windows could be opened slightly, and in winter they could be covered with glossy paper.
Now, it's no longer just a thin layer of white gauze on the outside.
The cabinet was both transparent and sturdy, making it easy to pass a sachet or pouch out, which made it even more popular with the women.
Because it was on the street, the female customers were in full view of everyone, so no one could say anything.
Since people learned about the shimmering gauze, many beautiful eyes have been "admiring" it, and the streets in front of Tianxiang Tower have become even more crowded.
Besides the students holding folding fans and reciting poetry, there were also men in brand-new robes and with their hair neatly styled.
Anyway, they maintained their composure however they could, making the street just over ten meters away from Tianxiang Tower look like a fashion show runway.
As a result, Tianxianglou's daily income skyrocketed, from twenty taels to thirty taels, forty taels, and even over a hundred taels.
The daily requirement for mutton has increased from one or two pieces to five or eight pieces.
Lin Tao fully embraced the role of manager. He was steady and reliable, and his accounts were meticulously organized.
Zhou Xiang was a guard in the building. He led his men to make Tianxiang Tower as solid as an ironclad fortress, and also helped Lord Jiang with small tasks such as catching petty thieves on the street.
Tianxianglou may not have a proper head chef, but it does have proper bodyguards.
They were cunning and their numbers were astounding; when people lined up at the store entrance in the morning, there were two densely packed rows of them.
There's no way around it; even the barbecue vendors at Tianxianglou can wield guns and knives.
There are still a lot of people lining up at the garrison, wanting to come; they only need to be fed, not paid.
With these people around, Tianxiang Tower was very safe, and no demons or monsters dared to approach.
After a few drunk and disorderly people were thrown out, the drinking behavior of those who came to the building improved, and they became polite even when drunk.
He dared not do anything inappropriate to the female guests in the gauze-draped room.
That's a key protected area. Anyone who dares to venture in should first consider how many punches they can take.
With less free time, Song Liyun no longer needed to travel to Qili County every day. Occasionally, she would stay in Suijin Town to focus on her business with Manager Wan Da, dealing with bags and luggage.
She remained calm, while others were as anxious as ants on a hot pan, running around in circles.
Inside the Drunken Spring Pavilion, the owner of the Furui Winery wiped the sweat from his brow and said to Huang Changsheng, "Brother Huang, you have to help me this time. The new wine is about to be released from the vat, and I still have some left over from before."
Huang Changsheng frowned, vigorously fanned himself, and said impatiently, "Brother Liao, you've seen it too. Prices in Pingyang Prefecture are rising now. If you keep your wine and don't sell it, you're making a profit. Why are you in such a hurry?"
"Brother Huang, you can't say that. Prices are rising, and so are grain prices. My wine also requires money to buy grain. If I can't sell it all, how will I buy grain?" Liao Fu said with a smile.
Huang Changsheng closed his folding fan, his face darkening. "What exactly does Boss Liao want to say?"
Seeing that things had come to this point, Liao Fu directly stated, "My winery used to sell a hundred jars to Tianxianglou every month. It was Brother Huang who told me to refuse that Song family's daughter, and even said that your Zuichunlou could sell wine."
They don't want alcohol over there now, so your family has to help me sell more.
Huang Changsheng paused, then shook his fan again and said in a dignified manner, "Brother Liao, there is a war going on in Qing'an Prefecture, and the prefectural city is full of refugees. Although there are no refugees coming to Qili County, business is not good either."
"As you can see, my Drunken Spring Pavilion's revenue has decreased by 20% this month. Even the head of the Tonight Pavilion, Mr. Shen, invited everyone for tea yesterday and said business was bad. If you want to spend more on drinks, alas! It's difficult!"
Seeing that Huang Changsheng was making excuses, Liao Fu hurriedly said, "Brother Huang, what did you tell me when Tianxianglou wanted to order wine? You told me to refuse their order and that Zuichunlou and Jinxilou could sell more."
"What, now you're saying it's difficult? Even if you're having a hard time, you still have food to eat. But if I'm having a hard time, I'll have to buy a hundred fewer jars of wine."
Huang Changsheng's face darkened. He admitted that he had promised Liao Fu that Furui Winery would break its contract with Tianxianglou.
It was only a hundred jars of wine, which he and Jinxilou could easily split, but he didn't expect business to suddenly turn so bad.
It's obviously impossible for him to sell fifty more jars of wine now.
However, Liao Fu mentioned that Jinxilou gave him a reason: on the second day of its opening, Tianxianglou had hired some local thugs to cause trouble, and as a result, they were arrested and taken to the county government.
Although he denied any involvement in the incident, Magistrate Jiang's cryptic words sent chills down his spine.
Magistrate Jiang made his meaning clear: anyone who causes trouble for Tianxianglou in the future will be treated as a remnant of Hong Jingtian.
Hong Jingtian's remnants!
He had already heard that the group was on their way to the capital, and beheading was inevitable.
If you become a remnant of the evildoers, your entire family will be implicated!
Upon hearing this, he lost all interest in anything!
Having already been warned, these drinks should give Shen Leyan a headache.
Thinking of this, Huang Changsheng laughed and said, "Brother Liao is right. We are all people of our word. As long as Jinxilou can sell fifty jars, I will take the rest."
Hearing Huang Changsheng release him, Liao Fu also breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, and bowed, saying, "Then thank you very much, Brother Huang..."
"Hey!" Huang Changsheng raised his fan to block the bow: "Brother Liao, don't be in such a hurry to thank me. We still need to see what Brother Shen says."
An hour later, a waiter from Jinxilou arrived at Tianxianglou.
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