The Almighty Queen's Online Cultivation

Chapter 170 [170] Lottery Draw (one more)
Everyone thought Fang Xin's proposal was a joke at first, but after thinking about it, it might not be impossible.

What Yan Jinghong's Bizarre Pavilion lacks most now is goods. Although the word pickles doesn't match the name of the Qizhen Pavilion, who stipulates that pickled vegetables can't be rare?
"This is a good idea, and there is a reward." The more Yan Jinghong thought about it, the more he felt that it was feasible, and Dang even sent Fang Xin a red envelope of eight yuan and eighty-eight cents as a reward.

Fang Xin opened it happily, and then wailed: "Why is it only [-] yuan and [-] cents? What is the use of it? Isn't creativity not wealth?"

"If you don't, just return it!"

"Not to pay back, not even to die!" Hmph, why should he pay back the little money he earned by relying on his creativity!

Yan Jinghong glanced at Fang Xin in disgust, turned around and got a bunch of ingredients and threw them into the marinating jar, and then put the marinating jar in his own space of Immortal Mansion.

"It will take about two hours to wait, just to taste it at dinner time."

At dinner that day, Gu Yinglai stayed cheekily and calmly. In addition to all kinds of delicious dishes, there were stacks of small pickles on the table, which were bright in color and attractive in taste. appetite.

"Began to eat!"

Everyone stretched out their chopsticks one after another, aiming at the stacks of small pickles.

Fang Xin took a bite, and then yelled out again, "Ah, it's so spicy, but it's so spicy!"

"Huh? Spicy? Not spicy, mine is salty and fresh." Yan Zhiyi said with some doubts, and took another bite after speaking. It was indeed not spicy, "but it was really delicious."

"Mine is slightly spicy, with a moderate taste and a very good taste." Mr. Yan also commented.

The rest of the people also opened their mouths to express their feelings, but most of them were different.

"The pickles from this vat have so many flavors, it's really amazing." Mr. Fang said everyone's aspirations.

"Sister, I really admire you more and more now." Fang Xin said with some emotion.

Although the rest of the people didn't speak, who didn't think so? They followed Yan Jinghong and saw so many strange things. It was like opening a door to a new world, making their lives more unusual. , exciting and full of fun.

The old man Yan said: "Jinghong, you divide your first vat of pickles into small jars, keep half of it for your own consumption, and the remaining half, your grandfather and I, give it away."

Grandma Yan glared at the old man who took the first step, and said, "Leave the second tank to me and your grandma, and someone from us wants to give it to me."

Yan's father and Yan's mother glanced at each other, and said as if joining in the fun: "Everyone has given it away, and we have to give it away."

Yan Nanfeng calmly followed up, "There's still me."

Yan Jinghong was a little dumbfounded, "Why do you have to give it away? I haven't seen you be so active in the spirit spring water before."

"Lingquan water looks too mysterious. We didn't give it away because we didn't want to make too much publicity." Grandma Yan explained that they didn't want to make publicity. to ask.

Yan Jinghong was helpless, "The efficacy of this pickle is not weaker than that of Lingquan water. When you give it away, you should also pay attention to it."

Most of the raw materials for pickling pickles are produced in the space, and now they are only eaten by relatives and friends, and they are also very precious ingredients.

In the next few days, the Yanfang and Fang families started gift-giving activities. The people who received the gifts at first were a little surprised at the down-to-earth nature of the gifts. Although they did not dislike them, they were curious and gossip.

But soon, this curiosity turned into admiration, and one after another, old men and old ladies came to the door excitedly.

"Brother, do you still have that pickle? I ate well, so you can bring me some more!"

"Sister, where did you buy your pickles? My kid ate the whole meal, hey, hey, it's like he hasn't eaten, it scares me to death."

"Mr. Fang, the pickles you sent are delicious, and my father likes them very much, so I want to ask you about the source of the pickles. Is it convenient?"

"Sister Fang, look, there is something I want to ask you for help with, it's that pickle..."

The whole family received a call asking for pickles, even Yan Zhiyi, the little brother who didn't deliver pickles, was also called by a classmate to inquire about it, and finally had to send out several jars of pickles.

Yan Jinghong looked interesting, so he opened a lottery for likes on his Starblog, and a hundred lucky babies were drawn. They could choose to get the new album voucher of the Queen's Knights, or they could choose to get a piece of pickles that she personally pickled. Can.

As soon as this Xingbo came out, fans protested under Xingbo.

"Your Highness has presented us with a problem. What do you want to do with the new album and pickles? Do you want to open two accounts to participate in the lottery?"

"Those upstairs think too much. Even if you open twenty numbers, you may not be able to get one."

"Actually, these two answers don't need to be entangled at all. After I saw it, I thought about it instantly."

"Please tell me upstairs!"

"Of course I choose pickles. After all, you can buy the new album by yourself. The pickles made by His Highness himself may not be necessary!" one.

After Yan Jinghong saw it, he thought for a while, and then posted an explanation on Xingbo: "The new album will be sold globally in seven days. The regular edition is unlimited, and the price is 180 yuan. The collector's edition is limited to 680 copies. The price is 1000 yuan, and the one used for the lottery is a collector's edition; the pickles will be put on sale in the Qizhen Museum after the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar, and the daily sale is limited to ten cans, and the price is [-] yuan per can."

When the fans saw this Xingbo, their first reaction was a little speechless.

"1000 yuan a can of pickles? Is it a jar as big as a water tank?"

"I originally wanted to choose pickles, but if the collector's edition is limited, is it possible that I can't buy it?"

"The worry upstairs is right, I have decided to choose the collector's edition."

"No, I want pickles. I just want to know what a thousand jars of pickles taste like!"

The likes only lasted for less than a day. Yan Jinghong's star blog in the morning ended at twelve o'clock in the evening, but more and more netizens came to join in the fun. Before dinner time, the number of likes exceeded 300 million!

"Choose 300 lucky dolls out of [-] million, I think I should prepare the money and go buy it myself!"

"Whoa, why are there so many people? I don't want to win the lottery anymore. The person who just wants to win the lottery is willing to sell me the chance to choose. I am willing to pay 2000 yuan!"

"I'll offer 5000 yuan for a collector's edition album!"

"I'll pay 8000 yuan!" Very good, more and more people are facing the reality.

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(End of this chapter)