The midsummer is approaching. Compared with last year's drought, this year, the Jiangnan region suffered some floods and some locust plagues in some northern regions. Fortunately, it fell snow last winter and the scale was not very large.

Changan's talent show has entered a hot stage, and people on the street are discussing this. After the first round of auditions, the second round of rematch has become more intense.

What Song Beiyun did not expect was that Zi Shibu really signed up. Not only did she successfully enter the rematch, but she also spent money to ask people to build momentum among the people.

What is this? This is a business opportunity! The business tycoon Jin Linger keenly discovered the trick here, so she immediately spent a lot of money to pull up banners in the major selections to advertise her luxury brands and clothing brands.

When other businesses meet, they naturally refuse to miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. So more and more people start to try to get into it, such as those who advertise in Chang'an Daily, those who advertise on the street, those who advertise in the inn, and even those who even have their marks on the cups, bowls, and chopsticks in the end.

After a little calculation, Song Beiyun was shocked to find that the money-burning activity held for the emperor had doubled and made a profit.

After he found a few wealthy merchants to calculate, he realized that all the people involved had made money and the people enjoyed it.

Only then did he understand that it turned out that it was precisely because he had been criticizing the few entertainment projects that this talent show turned into a carnival for the whole nation, and even different contestants had their own stable fan groups.

Since that's the case, Song Beiyun is not polite, and he wants to let them see what fan economy is.

So he waved his hand and modified the rules of the game in the rematch. He bought and sold designated products and obtained a card made with special craftsmanship. He tore off the coupons on the card and went to the designated place to vote for the contestants he supported.

The higher the votes, the greater the probability of qualifying. Even if the votes are high enough, they can be picked up again even if they are eliminated.

This wave, this wave, is called a dimensional reduction strike. The Song people like to bet first. Now that this set appears, the private gambling shops immediately opened the market, and those supporters are crazy.

But even more crazy than them are all kinds of merchants. They want to join this grand event. It is common for a lot of money to spend money on the quota of a merchant. Later, Song Beiyun simply modified the rules here directly. Merchants who want to settle in can obtain the number of such prize tickets based on the amount of sponsorship.

There are only 800 tickets for one hundred coins. The more sponsors you, the more prizes you will get. A special anti-counterfeiting mark and a number will be added to each coupon. Finally, there will be an extra lottery session in the finals. Those who draw the numbers can redeem prizes worth 6,666 coins.

The enthusiasm of Chang'an City was once again ignited, and people began to collect these prize tickets in a crazy way. Because printing technology has been iterating, these prize tickets are very exquisite, with hundreds of beautiful women on it, lifelike. In addition, metal printing mechanisms are added, so these women's hair and clothes will have stark light, which is a technology that cannot be imitated elsewhere, and this anti-counterfeiting also greatly enhances the collection of this card.

The collection habit has existed since ancient times. How could the first generation of second-dimensional wives make the Song Dynasty's dead house give up? They even formed a secret organization specifically for exchanging cards.

But the problem also arose. They found that there were too few rare cards, and they might not be able to open one in a thousand cards, so they bought crazy collections, and even had no regrets if their belts became wider.

"Tell me why you can't see the inside without tearing it open."

In a courtyard in Chang'an City, several teenagers were sorting with stacks of cards in their hands, with a little dissatisfied in their tone.

They have spent almost the same amount of money on the Chang'an exam for the elderly, but they are not like Wu Zuoyan next door. They only bought a pair of shoes and found a rare red card. The red card can be sold for tens of thousands of yuan on the black market.

"Okay." Bao Zheng, who was sitting beside him, turned his head and scolded: "You have been in Chang'an for two years and have not passed the exam every year. Are you still interested in playing with this thing?"

"It's not a big deal. You haven't played or you've passed the exam."

Bao Zheng turned his head and ignored these two people, but he was also very angry. His current target is Chang'an Law Academy. Since he was scolded by Song Beiyun last time, he has calmed down and studied.

But I didn't expect that the difficulty of law school is as difficult as going to the sky. In addition to rote memorization, there are also those smart questions that are hard to resist.

During the first year of the exam, Bao Zheng fell into a question: Zhang San went to Li Si's house to steal, Li Si discovered and chased Zhang San, Zhang San fell into the water while running away, and Li Si found out and hit Zhang San with a stone, causing Zhang San to drown, and asked Li Si how to make a judgment.

Bao Zheng answered confidently at that time, but after the results were announced, he only scored three points for this 20-year-old question...

In the second year of the exam, Bao Zheng fell into the question: How should a person who trafficked people should be punished after being caught? There is also a bracket at the end that it stated that it did not hurt human life.

Bao Zheng was still full of confidence at the time, but he still failed the exam. He wanted to break the sky but couldn't figure out what was wrong with that person who was extremely guilty and extremely evil.

This is the third year of his exam, and he will be in the examination room again in more than two months. Although he had studied law hard as his master of Chang'an Law Master Sun Manqiu, he has suffered from the previous two failures, but now he is a little less confident.

"Okay, Xiren. Let's take a break." The young man next to him walked up and said, "Go to Zhou's shop, brother, please drink plum soup to relieve the heat."

Bao Zheng turned his head and looked at him: "Stop spending money randomly, you want to open that card again, right?"

"This... I always feel itchy when I can't get it together." The young man looked puzzled: "If I open a red card, Xiren! We will have a better life in the next year."

Bao Zheng was a little helpless with this obsessed guy, and felt a little dry and dizzy, so he followed him to the Zhou family shop. The two ordered some mung bean cakes and two bowls of iced plum soup.

"Come on, Xiren!" The companion handed over the three cards handed over by the boss to Bao Zheng: "You have never experienced humanity yet. You have good luck in virginity, so you can drive it."

Bao Zheng was so blushed when he said it. He raised his head and looked around, but found that the people around him seemed to be used to it.

"Listen to me, don't play anymore. The wool comes from the sheep. It costs a few cents per day, and you can get thirty cents after adding this card."

"Even if it's a yellow card, I'll get the money back. Come on, come on."

Bao Zheng felt as if he was obsessed when he saw his partner, but he just shook his head and smiled bitterly. He picked up a hot paint mark that tore open the outside, and a copper-colored card that was not very valuable was revealed inside. The companion shook his head and handed him another one: "Come again!"

The second one is an ordinary copper card, and it is a very common card, with a market price of only 70,000 yuan per card.

Bao Zheng's companion sighed and handed him the third chapter in a little discouraged manner: "Let's start together, virginity is not good."

"You."

Bao Zheng ended up with the last one. He slowly opened the packaging outside, but saw that there were red corners inside. Bao Zheng felt curious and opened them all. There was a red card inside and it was the rarest one. Even the anti-counterfeiting on it was made of gold powder.

"Oh, Tonghe." Bao Zheng called his dejected companion: "What card is this? It looks pretty good."

The companion turned his head and just took a look, and with this glance, he could no longer move his eyes.

Soon, he grabbed the card with a sharp hand, read it, read it again, patted his hands, laughed loudly, and said, "Ah! OK! I'm beaten!"

As he said that, he fell backwards, clenched his teeth and became unconscious.

When Bao Zheng saw this, he hurried forward, and many people around him came to help. Seeing that there were more people, Bao Zheng carefully closed the card in his companion's hand. Then everyone lifted him to the ventilation place, pinched the person and pushed the chest, and finally saved the person.

But the first thing he did when he woke up was to fumble around and shouted almost howling: "I'm stuck! I'm stuck!"

Bao Zheng sighed helplessly, took out the card from his arms and shook it in front of him. He felt relieved, but it seemed that the momentum just now had risen again, and he fell down on his back again.

Bao Zheng bowed repeatedly to the stunning and envious voices of the people around him, and returned to his residence with the bastard helplessly. After quietly waking up with this crazy maniac, he said angrily: "As for it?"

"As for it? You actually asked me what it is."

The companion held the red card and said, "It! It's worth 20,000 yuan to go up!"

Even Bao Zheng was stunned at this moment, 20,000 yuan... That was really not a small amount of money.

“Why is it so expensive?”

When his companion saw him, he shook his head: "There are thirty-six pictures in this red card, the twelve beauties of the brothel, and the twelve beauties of the pleasure boat. These thirty-six pictures are extremely rare. Some rich young men want to make up a set, but they can't avoid these thirty-six pictures. So the price rises but there is still no market."

After saying that, he jumped out of bed and patted Bao Zheng's thigh: "Xiren, I'll sell it now and make up for the loss. You can take the exam with peace of mind, and the money has been enough in the past few years!"

"this……"

"Don't say those nonsense." The companion waved his hand: "You were helping me when I was in trouble, and I remember this love."

Bao Zheng was moved but sighed helplessly, and could only watch his companions leave.

Such things have become the norm in Chang'an City. Even Song Beiyun thinks this phenomenon is too exaggerated, but who has made the entertainment activities in this era too scarce?

He was walking on the street today and saw all kinds of absurdity, and it became funny.

"Customer, do you want to take a look at our Zhujiafang shoes? Get a card if you buy three pairs."

"Customer, come and have a look. The goat milk tofu from the grassland will get one card for two portions." The big man on the grassland next to him was selling in unskilled Chinese: "Two portions will get one!"

Song Beiyun stopped in front of the most popular ice shop in Chang'an. He originally wanted to have a cup of milk tea from the grassland, but after he passed, he found that there were dozens of people queuing outside, men lined up one by one, and girls were looking forward to it under the shade of trees by the roadside.

"Fuck!" Song Beiyun cursed in a low voice, but just as he was about to leave, he found that Biluo was also lined up in the crowd, and a timid woman was following him...

It seemed that it was Biluo's sister. Song Beiyun chuckled and did not disturb her sisters' world, and turned around and left.

But after not taking two steps, he was held by his arm. When he turned around, he found that it was Biluo who was squinting his eyes and smiling at him.

"How can my husband be free today?"

Biluo hugged his arm tightly: "I haven't seen him for a long time, I miss him so much."

"Isn't this going to come out today to buy summer clothes, shoes and socks for the little bastards?" Song Beiyun sighed, "Otherwise, there's no time."

Biluo smiled and pulled Song Beiyun over, whispered a few words to his sister. The girl glanced at Song Beiyun a few times, then evasively continued to line up.

"Is that your sister?"

"Yes." Biluo sat on the street with Song Beiyun, resting her head on his shoulder: "Since she came to Chang'an, she has been much better. Although she still dared not speak outside, let alone talk to the man, she dared to go out."

"It's pretty good." Song Beiyun kneaded Biluo's hand: "Let her go home next time during the Chinese New Year, it's very troublesome for you to run away from both ends."

"Well, that's OK." Biluo nodded, then suddenly took out a stack of cards from his pocket and said coquettishly: "My husband... I want the red card."

"You play this too?"

Biluo yelled, but didn't know how to explain it. Song Beiyun shook his head: "Go and find Jin Ling'er, I have no idea. This thing is hosted by Jin Ling'er."

"Oh... I know, I don't dare to look for the princess, I will be told." Biluo pouted and said pitifully: "Forget it, let's go with the flow."

At this time, Biluo's sister walked out with three cups and looked around to find Biluo's place, but because Song Beiyun refused to step forward, Biluo hurriedly went up and led his sister over.

"Don't be afraid or not." Song Beiyun drank the sweet and chilly freezing point in one sip: "I'm leaving now."

"Mr...."

Biluo looked at Song Beiyun with guilt. She really couldn't imagine that her husband was already in such a high position and power, but she could still take care of everyone carefully. There were very few high-ranking officials and officials she had met, all of whom were domineering and arrogant, and they were more than tens of millions of miles away from her husband, whether in terms of character, knowledge or status.

"It's okay." Song Beiyun came to Biluo in public and kissed her: "Take your sister to play, I'll reimburse you if you don't have enough money."

"I know."

Song Beiyun said goodbye to the Biluo and continued to move forward. Now the prosperous pattern of the entire Zhuque Street has been established, and it is surrounded by shops. Even in summer, there are many pedestrians and very lively.

I bought some things here. Although the sponsored merchants with cards have good business, their prices are relatively high, which has brought a considerable amount of traffic to merchants who did not participate in the event, so the store business on the whole street is very good.

Song Beiyun took the 900 cents on his body and walked into a state-owned department store and began to select affordable products for the children.

Although the word "state-owned" seems ridiculous, it is an important means to stabilize prices. When prices in the whole city soar, they do not raise prices. When prices in the whole city plummet, they do not lower prices. Moreover, all purchases by the government must pass here. In other words, it is the last guarantee for the people and producers, ensuring that the overall economic cycle will not collapse.
To be continued...