Royal Gold Medal County Magistrate

The three of them looked more and more alike, and couldn't help but start whispering to each other.

However, Fang Zheng was truly wronged in this matter.

After all, no matter how petty he was, there was no need to chase after Guo Tianyang endlessly. The two of them didn't have any deep-seated hatred.

The main reason was that when the advertisement painting was made, the painter in Taoyuan County created it entirely according to Fang Zheng's description.

According to Fang Zheng's idea, it was best to choose an old, fat man.

Fat, to appear wealthy.

Old, to appear authoritative.

And Guo Tianyang had just such an image. More importantly, he always had a smiling, approachable look. Although Fang Zheng always felt that this old thing was sinister, he couldn't deny that he looked the part.

So, as they talked, things went awry, and the painter's brush began to stray towards Guo Tianyang's face.

Fortunately, a beautiful beard was added at the end, making the advertisement only seventy percent similar.

At this time, although the sky was already getting late, more and more people were gathering in the square.

In addition to some beautifying decorations, there were also some practical installations in the square.

For example, bonfires.

Because there were no electric lights, which was definitely impossible in ancient times, Fang Zheng ordered people to build iron railings to enclose several areas in the square, specifically for placing bonfires.

A large number of places for placing torches were also set up around the square, and a large number of water tanks were also set up for accidental fire fighting.

After testing for two nights in advance, although it certainly couldn't reach the lighting effect of modern times.

But basic lighting was already sufficient, and the constantly flickering firelight added a special atmosphere.

Coupled with the stalls constantly hawking goods in the square, the atmosphere of nightlife was already very strong.

The three Grand Secretaries curiously looked at this scene, and couldn't help but reveal knowing smiles on their faces.

The living atmosphere in Banshan Ward was really strong. Leaving aside other things, some clues could already be seen from the expressions of the people.

It's just... so many bonfires feel a bit dangerous.

There was still some time before the lottery event started, and the three Grand Secretaries couldn't help but start browsing in front of the stalls.

After all, they had been walking for most of the day and hadn't even had a bite to eat. They took advantage of the time to get something to eat first.

Before long, the three old men each had a pancake in their hands and stood in the crowd eating.

Li Yansong sighed: "I didn't expect Fang Zheng to have so much ability. This stone-paved square shouldn't be cheap... If it were in Pingkang Ward, I wouldn't dare to stand on the street and eat."

Zheng Qiao and the other nodded in agreement as they ate their pancakes.

Soon, the long-awaited lottery session was about to begin.

The three old men held their lottery tickets, and a trace of anticipation arose in their hearts.

Although the money was not much... everyone subconsciously thought that they could win the five hundred... five taels of silver.

The gong and drum beating and suona playing began to walk onto the grand stage of Banshan Square.

At the same time, two petty officials struggled to carry a transparent box onto the stage. Behind the box was a crank, inside which was a fan-like structure, as well as densely packed small pieces of paper.

The host made a brilliant appearance in the sound of gongs and drums, and the audience immediately cheered.

This host was a storyteller discovered by Fang Zheng in the ward. Not only was he extremely eloquent, but his long-term performance experience had also trained him in a beautiful singing skill.

To make everyone hear the speech clearly in an environment like the square, in addition to technical work, it was also a physical job.

Without a pair of iron lungs, it would be really difficult to take on this important task!

The host walked to the front of the stage with a happy face. Everything on the stage had the meaning of a modern stage, except that the position where the microphone was originally propped up was replaced by a large speaker.

"Everyone! Everyone, please be quiet!"

The host's voice was amplified by the speaker and clearly transmitted to everyone in the square's ears.

The square suddenly became quiet.

"Presumably everyone has been waiting for a long time, I announce that the first Banshan Ward Bonfire Party officially begins, and the lottery session will begin immediately!"

"This bonfire party is sponsored by Wang Lao Er's Kitchen Knife, and Mr. Sai, who loves the emperor more than anyone else, and the invincible Young Master Li."

"Use Wang Lao Er's for chopping vegetables, Lao Er's kitchen knife is tough!"

"Pfft!" Li Yansong spat out half of the tea he had just bought.

What the hell is this?

Mr. Sai... Young Master Li? The three Grand Secretaries had heard these two names no less than seven or eight times since entering Banshan Ward, and after the host's introduction, they immediately reacted.

That shameless Mr. Sai must be Fang Zheng! Then Young Master Li is the Crown Prince, can he run away?

Embarrassing... it's all embarrassing on the street!

After the advertisement was finished, there was another burst of gongs and drums on the stage.

The host shouted loudly: "Okay! Before the lottery, we have to do an activity! May I ask everyone, have you all brought your lottery tickets?"

"We brought them! You are really long-winded!" The shouts from below were like a tsunami, and the responses were interspersed with various jade voices.

Fang Zheng, who was in the first row of the stage, shook his head helplessly. It was the first time that the people of the Great Jing had been exposed to stage advertising, and they were so impatient.

This is a disease! It must be cured!

"Okay! Then everyone should have seen the special symbols on the lottery tickets. Now I will explain the meaning of the symbols to everyone so that everyone can redeem the prizes!"

"If you win a prize but don't know it, wouldn't it be a pity!"

"Come! Bring the props!"

As soon as the host finished speaking, two large wooden signs slowly descended from the top of the stage, one sign with the number 1 written on it, and one sign with the Chinese character 一.

There was a hidden part at the top of the stage, with several people standing on the scaffolding busy, mainly working on loading and unloading the wooden signs.

Behind the stage, someone was pulling the rope to control the lifting and lowering of the wooden signs.

The host talked eloquently: "Everyone, look at this character on my right, it is the number we usually use, which is one! One of one, two, three, four!"

"Everyone, repeat after me, remember how to write this character 一, one stroke writing a horizontal line is called 一!"

The audience below shouted 一 in unison as if their parents had died, everyone with a long face.

Weren't you saying that there would be a lottery, why are you running here to teach us how to write!?

"Everyone, please be patient, now look at this text on my left, it also means one, this is the special number on our lottery ticket."

"Come, everyone follow me..."

"You hurry up! I remember it! One horizontal line is one, and one vertical line is also 1! Next one!"

"Next one! Next one! Next one!"

The crowd below began to boo again.

The host looked at Fang Zheng awkwardly.

Fang Zheng also waved his hand to signal him to proceed to the next one.

There is nothing good to talk about for one and two, just hurry up and finish it.

The host turned over the hanging wooden board, revealing the second number behind it.

The host talked to himself, and the people below looked like they had lost their parents.

But out of desperation, there will be a lottery later, so they can only bite the bullet and follow along...

The eyes of the three Grand Secretaries below were already dull, and the situation in front of them seemed to exceed their imagination...

Fang Zheng was actually using the lottery opportunity to teach the people!

This... isn't this the legendary teaching of the people...?