After Jin Zhonglun and his generals planned the trend of the Jin Family Theater, it was almost the hour of You.

"Master, please use some snacks first?" Chang followed Wu Tong to bring hot tea to the master, and two plates of hibiscus cakes.

“Not hungry.”

"You didn't eat at noon, so you only ate a piece of pine flower cake. Two bites of rose mirror cake." Wu Tongsheng was afraid that his grandfather would be exhausted.

Mr. Jin took a sip of tea: "Mr. Weng's new drama, what do you think?"

Wu Tong was most afraid of his master asking for his opinion. As an ancient man, he did not understand the concepts of decision-making and execution. He only knew that although he had been studying for a few years, he had no ideas. He was more suitable to do things according to instructions and ensure that things were handled beautifully according to standards.

Wu Tong gritted his teeth and thought: "Mr. Weng's new drama is good, but it is not as good as "Liang Zhu". Besides, the next step is to open a civilian theater. People who watch the drama are the people in the city, and many of them have never studied. Let them read these quaint things, which may not be able to understand them."

Jin Zhonglun nodded: "The next drama, let him change his mind."

As he was talking, a maid came in and reported: "Second Master, the fifth girl from the Tang family sent someone to deliver food boxes."

"So quickly." Tang Xiaoxiao said goodbye at noon and figured out the food in the theater so quickly: "Open and take a look."

The black-painted gold-painted square food box was placed on the table. Wu Tong came forward and opened it. He saw that it was divided into four grids. The colors were different, warm and cute. He wanted to tell his master a name for a snack, but sadly found that he didn't recognize him.

When Jin Zhonglun saw it, he also felt it was fresh, especially the butterfly-shaped snacks, which were densely crispy in circles. When he bites it, he only felt sweet and crispy, and it also exuded a faint fragrance of osmanthus: "This snack is like "Bao Liang"."

There is another eye-catching snack, which is a round biscuit with a button size, with a small solidified butter abalone snail, which is a cream flower. Coincidentally, the colors are different, red, pink, yellow, orange, green, purple, and even blue... This kind of small snack with beautiful colors is probably very popular. Mr. Jin couldn't help but look at the maid standing beside him. Seeing that he was already stretching his neck and staring at him, he suddenly met his own eyes and seemed to be startled: "Second, second master, I forgot, there is Zhang Jianzi here."

The second master was in a good mood today and only took the paper over and said nothing.

The paper is made of peach blossom paper, and the ancient and innocent Ni style characters say: butterfly crispy, flower biscuits (please feel free to eat blue, it is the color of black wolfberry), donuts, fresh cream puffs. The next layer of the food box is delicious dark chocolate (easy to melt, it is recommended to store it in the ice room).

Mr. Jin read it again and recognized the words on it, but these words were unfamiliar and interesting together.

Open the upper layer, and below are black and brown desserts, with ingots, shells, and five-pointed stars...

Wu Tong couldn't help but say, "What's this black?"

"Delicious dark chocolate," Kim Jong-lun said, then picked up a star and put it in his mouth.

Wu Tong observed the master's expression: Is this delicious? Or can't get used to it? Or is he asleep?

Jin Zhonglun opened his eyes: "You all taste it, and Xiao Queer also taste it."

The girl named Xiaoqueer also came over timidly and picked up the smallest leaf-shaped chocolate: "Master, is this thing chewing or...?"

"Hold it in, wait until it melts slowly." Mr. Jin shared his experience in tasting.

Xiao Queer and Wu Tong each held a piece of dark chocolate, looked at each other, and shared their feelings with their eyes: Is it sweet? Is it a little bitter? Is it a little fragrant? It's very special fragrance, very strong and cannot be melted. Is this taste really among the five flavors? Or it's free from the five flavors... The feeling of slowly melting in the mouth is really wonderful.

Smooth, rich and mellow.

Jin Zhonglun: "Call the food delivery box from the Tang family in."

After a while, a servant who looked particularly happy came to the hall: "Little Tuanxi, I have met Mr. Jin."

"Are you going to put these delicious foods in the theater to sell?"

"Go back to Master Jin, our girl said that except for chocolate, all other foods can be made exclusive food for theaters." Tuanxi is not very old, but he speaks with dry and crispy words. "Because this chocolate has been presented to Guanglu Temple, we can't make it by ourselves. We can only buy and sell it after Guanglu Temple is approved. Unfortunately, this theater is exclusive. Today, the girl sent the chocolate just to let me taste the taste, and said I will definitely like it."

Tuanxi glanced at Jin Zhonglun's expression and continued: "The girl also said that these snacks can be used as staple food or semi-staple food. They taste elegant and pleasant, and are very suitable for enjoying during the play. They are a good leisure product, suitable for all ages and young people."

Xiaoxiao is good at exploring talents. It is rare for young and so smart servants to be so young. What is rare is that they are not stage frightened.

"When I go back, tell your girl that these snacks are sold in boxes, as gifts to artists or theaters." Jin Zhonglun looked at the beautiful dim sums with four-frame codes, which were simply ornamental.

"Do we have something to give back?" Mr. Jin looked at Wu Tong.

Wu Tong: Our Jin family mainly makes medicinal materials. Is it not appropriate to send two old ginseng to the little girl? What the master is doing now is a theater, so why don’t he give two girls to perform?

Jin Zhonglun said to himself: "I'll give her the Crystal Mountain that the old lady gave me before."

Wu Tong: “…yes!”

"Reward this child."

"The young Master Xie Jin's reward is also for our girl." Tuanxi has always been smart, so he quickly thanked him.

After saying that, he followed the girl who led the way down, and couldn't stop talking all the way: "Sister, thank you for your hard work, I took this crystal mountain back by myself, why bother with my sisters?" Tuanxi looked at the thick mothers behind him, not sure why.

The girl laughed and said, "That crystal mountain weighs 100 pounds! Standing on the ground, there is a three-year-old child as tall as that, you can't move the two!"

Tuanxi: I thought it was just a small crystal bonsai... weighing a hundred pounds, and it was as big as a three-year-old boy... Master Jin was bright! If a box of snacks was exchanged for a mountain, it would be a girl who could do business!

Here, Mr. Jin couldn't help but eat another piece of chocolate: "Will the audience like these snacks?"

"Of course I like it!" Wu Tong said, with the permission of the master just now, I tasted all these snacks, and now I have willfully fall in love with the taste and taste of puffs.

"It's indeed better than expected." Jin Zhonglun stood up, walked to the yard, and looked at the two flower halls in the east and west buildings of the Snow Tower. "The east hall sells flowers, the west hall sells food, and the main hall hangs the posters of the theater."

As a flower hall where the audience is waiting for, it is still idle anyway, so it is better to use it. The audience can eat in the flower hall and take it to the theater to eat.

Jin Zhonglun narrowed his eyes, as if he saw the endless crowds in the theater: "Let's go to Wenjiaxiang Shop."

"Incense Shop?" Wu Tong was stunned. The master of buying incense would never do it himself.

Kim Jong-lun: "Go and take a look at their posters."

...

Because it was a holiday, Qiandeng Street was particularly lively, and the crowds in the Xylophone Lane were also endless.

Even Wu Tong has never come here to buy fragrant spices in person. Such things are often done by servants who specialize in purchasing them.

Soon, the master and servant found the Wenjiaxiang Shop because they were actually eye-catching.

The rose vines of the big tree climbed around the pillars, and even the entire porch was filled with the beauty of flowers and leaves.

The most eye-catching thing is naturally the propaganda poster on all sides, which makes Jin Zhonglun take a few steps back to see clearly the picture in front of the whole picture. It is a deep and steep black valley, but bright white flowers blooming in the depths of the valley! As Jin Zhonglun slowly moved back, the painting gradually became complete. The strong contrast of the white flowers in the black valley only made people feel shocking beauty! What kind of flower is this? It is like the first snow, like the rays of ice, brighter than the white plum, and clearer than the pear blossoms.

"Zhihua." Jin Zhonglun slowly read it, "This is..."

"This is the name of a sweet dew." A girl who also stopped to appreciate the flowers next to her said, "Look at the big words, who sent a brocade letter in the clouds, this citrus flowers are one of the bottles."

Jin Zhonglun sighed in his heart. If this painting technique is really limited, the rare thing is the size. If such a huge scroll is arranged, anyone should stop and look at it. I am afraid that there will be a question like him today: Citrus flowers? What is this for sale?

Even I want to smell the fragrance of citrus flowers. What does it taste like? Is there a clear valley? Is there a pure white flowers?

What's more, those women who were powerless to the fragrance powder and fragrance dew were heard by another woman beside her sigh: "Isn't the citrus flowers a little cold and bitter..."

Then another onlooker said, "I just bought the clouds and I have never smelled such a pleasant ancient fragrance again. Although it is expensive, it is worth it to smell it."

The propaganda poster across the clouds is next to the citrus flowers: among the clouds, there is a fairy-like man riding a crane, holding a flute in his hand, with a handsome face, and the layers of clouds and mist are filled with clouds and mist. The man looked down at the mortal world, and his expression was melancholy in peace and tranquility.

Across the clouds, this is another name for a sweet dew.

Jin Zhonglun couldn't help but look at two other propaganda posters. One was the woman holding a letter under the apricot tree, the other was the lonely boat in the river, the sunset at dusk, and the names were "Eight Runs of Shu" and "Three Thousands of Woil Water".

If you think about it carefully, these four paintings are indeed related to letters or thoughts.

Jin Zhonglun looked around. In addition to women, 30% of men watched, and more of them were enjoying paintings or looking at them.

"This citrus flowers in the valley are well painted, which is quite a bit like a mountain man halfway through." Someone has already started commenting, and found the painter's name from a corner close to the picture: "Sicun Painting Meeting, Drunken Ink."

Another spectator who was shaking the fan said: "These days, the painters of Sicun Painting Club have increased their value, and the Xia family's calligraphy and painting shop has also begun to operate their paintings."

Jin Zhonglun was not interested in enjoying paintings, so he walked into Wenjiaxiang Shop.

But I didn't know that there were several gazes behind me, that was the two women who were looking at the painting just now, one of whom said, "Do you recognize this person?"

The other person shook his head: "I don't know, I may be the owner of the incense shop, Wen Xixiu."

The man's face turned slightly red: "Maybe he is Kim Jong-lun..."

President Jin, who was already used to holding his eyes, walked into the shop calmly and saw that there was also a male guest in the hall, so he found a table to sit down. Soon, a waiter came over to greet him, dressed in a clean cloth shirt, with a small bronze sign hanging on the collar, and wrote the word "servant" and brought Mr. Jin a cup of rose tea with his hands and feet: "Customer wait a moment, try our rose tea first, and a shopping guide will introduce you to Xianglu immediately."

I took a sip of rose tea and looked at the hall set in the form of a teahouse. I felt that the environment was more comfortable than the teahouse.

The four walls of the hall are also equipped with small promotional posters of "Who sends brocade books from the clouds" which not only decorates the environment but also plays a propaganda role. On the wooden tea table in front of me, there is a glass bowl with various colors of candies in it. Next to it is a small vase with a unique shape, with a few roses and some white grass flowers that look like stars, which is particularly suitable.

Mr. Jin couldn't help but look at the vase carefully, stretching up and down, with a thin waist pinched in the middle, with a simple texture, just like...
Chapter completed!