The eldest grandson of Emperor Ming Dynasty!

Chapter 11 A sensation in the capital
In the blink of an eye, three days passed.

Now the condolences are basically over, except for some daily ceremonies, many ministers don't have to go to mourn every day.

After all, the entire Ming Dynasty still needs to function, and most of the civil and military officials can pay homage to them after get off work.

Not to mention the death of the prince, even if the emperor died, it would not be delayed for too long.

"Boss, it's been almost half an hour, and no one has come to buy breakfast. Did we set the price too high?"

Uncle Zhang looked outside the door to watch the excitement, but there were no customers coming in to buy, and his face was rather anxious.

After some repairs, today I finally arrived at the teahouse for opening.

Probably because the teahouse sells earlier and is more expensive, since the doors opened in the early morning, there are many people watching the excitement, but there are no ones who actually come to buy, but taste the taste.

The most important one, Zhang Bo feels, is the price issue.

Steamed buns from other people’s homes only cost a penny, which is the market price in Nanjing, no matter where you go.

But the steamed buns in his own teahouse are priced at three pennies each, which is three times more expensive than others.

As for other items such as scones and meat buns, they are several times more expensive.

The key owner also ordered someone to write the price and post it on the door.

It is the current scene that caused many colleagues in the teahouse to come to watch the joke.

"What's the hurry, those people outside are not our target guests, it's still early, let the guests fly for a while."

On the second floor of the tea house, the view here is excellent, and you can see the scene of the street downstairs.

Zhu Ying looked calm, without the slightest worry, and said casually.For the current situation, he obviously has a good grasp of the situation.

Hearing these words, Uncle Zhang looked eager, but he could only forcefully suppress his temper.

The entrance of the teahouse became more and more lively, and the crowds gathered began to increase, and all kinds of discussions could be heard upstairs.

"Steamed buns worth three pennies a piece, I'm sorry, what kind of unscrupulous merchant is this?"

"I'm really crazy about money, and I dare to sell three buns."

"That's more than that. Look at what that Hu spicy soup is. It's twenty cents a bowl. What's in it? Ginseng."

"I think this teahouse has to close its doors to thank customers today."

"Which family is this the prodigal son? After all this incident, such a good position, I don't feel sorry for my son."

Hearing the discussion outside, Zhang Bo immediately blushed and said, "Boss, I'll find someone to drive them away."

Zhu Ying was speechless, opened the door to do business, there is no reason to drive people away, this is still the capital, I can only say that the Jurchens are really reckless.

"No, just wait and see later, the time is estimated to be almost the same."

Zhu Ying looked at the sky and said calmly.

At this point in time, those big families, the grocery shopping girls, servants, housekeepers and the like of the Xungui family should also come out in time.

Zhu Ying never intended to do business with ordinary people.

Originally, he opened this teahouse, but it was only a temporary measure. He left after Zhu Gaochi contacted the Bingzhan Bureau and the matter with the prince was over.

The excitement outside the teahouse soon attracted more people to watch.

A man dressed as the housekeeper of the Xungui family walked directly to the door of the teahouse.

"I want to try it out, what is the difference between your three-cent steamed buns and other steamed buns."

After finishing speaking, the butler took out three copper coins and handed them over.

The boy also hurried over with a snow-white steamed bun.

'So white, so soft. '

As soon as the butler grabbed his hands, he realized that the steamed buns were really something. The color was white and tender, and it was obviously made of fine flour.

It is extremely soft after you get it, and it is not as dry and hard as other steamed buns.

The butler didn't hesitate, and took a bite of the steamed bun.

As soon as he entered, the butler's eyes changed.

This smell was beyond his expectation, a faint fragrance, like a girl's body fragrance.

And that touch of softness made him never heard of it.

The butler chewed slowly, carefully feeling the distinctive big white steamed buns, and tasted a hint of sweetness.

No astringency or firmness at all.

The next moment, the housekeeper couldn't bear it anymore, and ate the big white steamed bun in his hand after a few mouthfuls.

This big white steamed bun looks big, but it disappears after a few mouthfuls.

This kind of refined steamed bun is something the butler has never experienced before. It doesn't need to be chewed hard, it just melts in the mouth.

He has achieved the position of housekeeper, and he is now over 50 years old. He has lost a lot of teeth, and it is extremely inconvenient to eat.

Every time he eats, it is a torture for him.

But this snow-white and glossy big white steamed bun made him feel the joy of eating again.

"How many steamed buns do you have, I want them all."

After the butler finished eating, he couldn't wait to say that it was just a steamed bun, and he could never forget the taste of it.

The appearance of this kind of food is a dimensionality reduction blow to all the food in the entire Ming Dynasty.

The salesman said with some hesitation: "There are five hundred more, are you sure you want them all?"

"Uh"

The butler's words got stuck all of a sudden.Five hundred steamed buns, one three Wen, is [-] Wen.

It is equivalent to [-] taels of silver, and if you use Daming Treasure Banknotes, you need three-pass banknotes.

Even if he was the housekeeper of a noble family in the capital, he only had more than a dozen bills a year, and three bills was equivalent to two or three months' salary.

"Then give me ten first."

"okay."

Seeing the butler leave in a hurry with ten steamed buns, the crowd watching around immediately boiled up.

"I'm afraid it's not a babysitter in a teahouse, it's too fake."

"You have to find a better one for acting. If you take this and go, you're basically with the teahouse."

"I think that's the same. It's because I don't see any business, so I'm looking for a supporting role."

Seeing this scene, many onlookers still didn't believe it, and always felt that it was a deceptive business.

But the butler just now is quite well-known in the civilian circle in the capital, and some servants and maidservants of the big family are also familiar with the housekeeper.

'It's not like it's fake. '

Immediately, a few more people went over to test.

With just one bite, the sense of taste was captured immediately, and they immediately understood why the butler left with the steamed bun.

This is for the adults at home to offer food.

The few people who were tempted at this time bought a batch without hesitation, and left immediately.

The onlookers noticed something was wrong.

The housekeepers just now didn't know much, but the new batch knew quite a few.

All of a sudden, there were more and more people, and the taste spread immediately.

However, the difference in just a dozen breaths, when the taste was spoken out by someone.

The entrance of the teahouse was immediately surrounded.

"Line up, line up, there is enough in the store, and they are all lined up." Immediately four or five servants stepped forward to call for order.There are four or five young men trying their best to meet the purchase needs of the guests.

These dozen or so servants were all prepared by Zhu Ying long ago.

"Boss, send it, send it, there are at least a hundred people here, and I don't know if we have prepared enough."

Zhang Bo said excitedly.

"It's nothing more than expected, that's fine, go down and help, don't let the crowd break the rules." Zhu Ying said calmly.

From the few people in the past to the crowds of guests now, Zhu Ying was not surprised at all, all of this was under his control.

On the far side of the street, a head of Jinyiwei wearing a goose hat and brocade jacket saw this lively scene and couldn't help but come over to check it out.

The big and small things in the capital are clearly controlled by Jin Yiwei.

Now that there is such a crowd gathering, it is natural to find out the reason.

If there is something important and the superiors ask about it, but the area under their jurisdiction does not know, then it is dereliction of duty.

Jin Yiwei these days is not as reckless as in the middle and late Ming Dynasty, and they are more responsible in doing things.

(End of this chapter)