Daqin Fusu: It is difficult to start the battle

Chapter 78 My friend, the ticket is about to be cut!
In the midwinter moon, the sun is fighting, and it is dark in the east wall, and in the middle of Zhendan.Its day is Rengui.When the ice grows stronger, the ground begins to grow; when the pheasant stops crowing, the tiger begins to cross.

Xianyang City, Changyang Street.

On the morning of winter moon, although the sky is not yet bright, the 'mayor' who manages the market still raises the city flag at the right time, and the vendors waiting outside the city gate enter the market one by one, after checking their certificates and registering their products, Start preparing to do business.

Different from these private traders, the government-run stores affiliated to the Shaofu entered the market early and made preparations before the transaction. With the flag of the city, the front of the store was immediately overcrowded.

In particular, the newly opened iron pot restaurant was completely surrounded.

"Line in line, come one by one, don't line up if you don't have a number plate in your hand..." A seventeen or eighteen-year-old black-faced boy shouted at the top of his voice, directing the customers who were snapping up iron pots to line up.

After several times of looting, the city people (professional managers) who manage the iron pot shop came up with a method, which is to supply according to the number plate!

Specifically, according to the number of iron pots shipped from Lantian the previous day, a certain number of license plates will be issued in a first-come, first-served order outside Fangshi before the market opens. normal order in the city.

As for those who didn't grab the number plate, they can only choose another day to come again!

After all, the amount of iron produced every day is limited, and it is mainly used to make farm tools and iron weapons and armor. Only when the above two tasks of the day are completed, the remaining molten iron will be used to cast pots and utensils.

However, what caused the panic buying was not the 'hunger marketing' caused by the unstable supply of goods, but rather, since when people in Xianyang hold weddings, they are proud of having an iron pot in the dowry...

The other meatball restaurant, which is also newly opened, followed the example of the iron pot restaurant and issued license plates before the market opened.

This gave birth to a profession, the ticket dealer!
At this time, outside the big market on Changyang Street, a tall, handsome young man dressed as a scholar sneaked around the guards guarding the big market, and walked quietly to the dark side of the market.

In the corner there, squatting more than a dozen civilians with their heads wrapped in black cloth, each of them held one or several pieces of bamboo with special symbols drawn on them. This is the number plate issued by the iron pot shop.

Seeing the young scholar walking away, the villagers stood up one after another and surrounded him.

"Don't yell, the old rules, the number plate of the iron pot shop is 15 yuan a piece, and the number plate of the meatball shop is 1 yuan a piece!" The young scholar lowered his voice and waved his hand to signal them to come one by one.

After a while, the civilians left contentedly, and the young scholar touched his heavy cuffs and walked out also contentedly.

The young scholar walked to the opposite side of the market, looked at a middle-aged man in the uniform of a servant, and said in a slang word he didn't know where he learned: "My friend! Tickets are cut?"

The middle-aged servant's eyes lit up, and he rubbed his hands excitedly: "What number plates do you have?"

It was unlucky to say that when the number plate was issued, it happened to be issued to him and he was gone. In order to be able to deal with the business smoothly, he had to wait outside the big city to see if he could think of other ways.

The young scholar looked around and lowered his voice: "There are iron pot shops and meatball shops, which one do you want?"

The middle-aged servant was overjoyed, but still asked cautiously, "How much?"

The young scholar said with a smile: "The iron pot shop costs 50 yuan each, and the meatball shop costs 20 yuan each. If you buy 2 pieces, you will get 10 yuan less!"

Hearing this, the middle-aged servant's heart trembled. If he bought a number plate from this person, he could only pay for it himself, and could not ask the master to "reimburse".

This is because under the Qin law, in addition to clearly marking when doing business, it is also necessary to provide customers with a coupon book similar to the invoice of later generations to avoid disputes.

But the middle-aged servant had to post the money himself, because if he couldn't even do such a simple thing, he would definitely lose the trust of his master and thus lose his current position.

So he gritted his teeth and asked, "I bought three plates from the Iron Pot Shop, can you give me one from the Meatball Shop?"

"middle!"

In a short time, the transaction was completed, and after a few waves of young scholars followed suit, all but a few number plates of the meatball shop were sold out.

He touched the money bag that had become bulging again, and hummed a ditty contentedly.

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded behind him.

"Chen Ping, what are you doing here?"

The young scholar looked back and found that the people who came were all his acquaintances in the Caishi Pavilion. The one who asked him was Ji Bu, and the other two were Chen Ying and Zhong Limei.

After the four people greeted each other one by one, Chen Ping said with a smile: "Why are the second and third sons here?"

Zhong Limei said: "Brother Chen Ying said that there is a food called croquettes on Changyang Street that has become popular in Xianyang recently, so the three of us came here to try it..."

It's only this hour?You can't taste it, but you can smell it at most... Chen Ping didn't point it out, and said with a smile: "In that case, then don't disturb the three of you..."

Ji Bu interjected straight away, "What's wrong with being elegant, Zhong Limei is greedy and insists on dragging us here!"

Chen Ying shook her head with a smile, took Chen Ping by the hand and said, "It is fate to meet here, why not go and taste delicious food together!"

Chen Ping declined several times, but was pulled away by Zhong Limei and Chen Ying, one on the left and one on the right.

Today's rest, the three of them made an appointment not only to visit Changyang Street, but also to stay at Ji Bu's relative's house for a day, and happened to meet Chen Ping here, so they dragged him along.

Play well, there are many people to be lively.

In Changyang Street Dashi, in front of the meatball shop, Chen Ying and the others lined up while smelling the oily aroma of croquettes.

"It smells so good. Is this the rumored vegetable oil?" Zhong Limei poked his head and looked at the pork balls floating in the iron pan.

In front of him, a gray-haired old man turned around and saw a tall boy who was not yet crowned, so he said cheerfully: "There is not only vegetable oil in the pot, but also some butter mixed in, or else How could it be so fragrant!"

Zhong Liyu cupped his hands to express his thanks, and suddenly glanced at the double-board long crown on the old man's head, guessing that this was at least a fifth doctor of the ninth level. He did not expect that such a high-ranking person would line up in the city like them.

The old man said to himself: "The old man also ordered someone to try it at home, but the fried meatballs are delicious, but they are as hard as a stone, especially after they are cooled, they almost collapse when bitten down. I broke the old man's teeth!"

Everyone burst into laughter, and said that the meatballs made by their own homes were also in the same situation, and they didn't know what tricks the government-run meatball shop had. The fried meatballs were crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, full of fragrance.

Zhong Lizhen smiled and watched the transaction in front of the team. The fried pork balls were put in small bamboo baskets for sale. The price was clearly marked, 2 catties per basket, and the price was 20 yuan. The vegetarian meatballs cost 15 yuan per basket.

The townspeople behind the counter took the money from the buyers and threw them into clay pots one by one in front of everyone. Zhong Li knew that this was a specially set up link to prevent the townspeople from filling their pockets.

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