Villager of Daming

Chapter 121 Wandering around Nanjing View (first update)
On the tenth day of the fourth lunar month, early in the morning, the etiquette staff in the palace came to talk to the head of the village about etiquette.

Others probably don't need to be summoned individually for questioning, they just need to stay honest.

The Li Chang had memorized everything thoroughly, and in less than a quarter of an hour, the people in the Ministry of Rites praised him, and then turned around and went back to work.

The people in the village finally came to Nanjing once, so naturally they couldn't stay in the restaurant all the time, everyone went out to have a look.

Hire a car, the village elder goes up and sits, Zhu Wentian puts the money in the car together, and the others follow under the car.

Zhu Taiyi and four were allowed to go home, and Zhou Zong took twenty guards to follow the village team.

Compared with other places, Nanjing looks very prosperous. Zhu Yuanzhang wanted to see the peace of the world, so he gave various discounts.

Merchants pay money for their business, and ordinary people don't need money to sell their own property.

Vegetable sellers usually find a bridge, set up a roadside stall on the bridge, wear a bamboo hat to shade, and there is no scale.

Like selling cherries, take a broken bowl, two bowls for one penny, and wild loquats depending on the quality, usually you can buy seven or eight for one penny.

There are also people who sell things in the alleys, usually repeat customers, who know what the alleys sell, otherwise it is not as good as on the bridge, who buys things in the alleys?

The doors and windows of the shops along the street are also open. It is hot now, and there are many people in the shops selling tea.

Ordinary tea leaves can be refilled indefinitely by throwing a penny. If you want to drink good ones, you can go to the shop to choose.

Looking at the tea seller, Zhu Wentian clicked his mouth, so the team came to the place where the watermelon was sold.

A donkey cart pulls watermelons covered with wormwood, which gives it a fresh fragrance when it is shaded from the sun.

Next to the car were some bearers who came to sell melons, also covered with wormwood.

The watermelons are not big, and they cost three pennies each. You can pick them at will, and you won't change them if you pick them raw. Let the seller pick them for four pennies.

Someone negotiated the price, bought two for seven cents, and gave them a choice. The ones that were chosen would be cut up a little for the buyer to see.

"Buy." Zhu Wentian only said one word, it's hot, I don't even have the mind to hey.

"It's about the same for four people. For 53 people, you can buy fourteen for [-] Wen, okay?"

The head of the village calculated the price with the melon sellers, buying more and getting cheaper.

"Look at you wearing this clothes, how can you have the heart to make me lose money?" The melon seller had a bitter face, unwilling to wipe away the two cents.

The chief looked at everyone's clothes, showing distressed expression: "The 42 papers, you choose for us."

"It costs four fen a piece, and you give 55 fen for fourteen. If you want a penny less, I'll pick it for you." The melon seller disagreed.

"Go, go to the front and have a look, there should be one in front." Zhou Zong said from the side.

"No, forty essays, pick your own, and don't blame me if you pick the raw ones."

The melon seller was in a hurry, and sold fourteen at once, he was reluctant to part with this business.

"Okay, come here, Hanhan." The head of the village nodded this time and gave up his position. He doesn't know how to choose, and the village has never grown watermelons.

Zhu Wentian stepped forward, took a look at a melon, patted it casually, and gave it to the chief.

The head of the village took the watermelon knife and cut it open. If the flesh was sandy, he cut a few knives and gave it to the village elder first.

Zhu Wentian continued to hand melons, and every time the chief cut them, they were full of sand. After cutting fourteen of them, there was not a single bad or raw one.

Together with the hired coachman, everyone ate watermelon.

"Hanhan still has this ability?" Zhou Zong was very surprised.

"Blessed by the God of the Mountain, we are not stupid." The head of the village emphasized.

"No, silly, hehehe!" Zhu Wentian nodded.

In fact, melons are basically ripe. The melon growers grow their own melons, and when they are sold, they must choose ripe melons in the field.

He said that on purpose because he wanted to make more money. If someone bought a raw melon and didn't exchange it, others didn't want to buy it either.

Zhu Wentian mainly picks the ones with or without sand. The advantage of the hot weather is that the melons are sweet, and the sandy flesh tastes better.

If it is a rainy day, the melon sellers will feel uncomfortable.

At this moment, the melon grower is smiling, he doesn't care what kind of melon the other party picks, a group of people stay here to eat, attracting more people to buy.

Even the cantaloupe sellers next to him are popular, and they help the buyers pick melons.

Zhu Wentian is collecting watermelon seeds. The village didn't grow them before, but next year they can grow them, including melons. Otherwise, they would have to go to the county to eat melons?
The little friends helped to collect together. They didn't know what Brother Hanhan used it for, maybe it was for speculation, anyway, just follow suit.

They don't know that watermelons have special seed melons for seed extraction, but they are not produced locally, and the seeds of local melons are too small.

After eating the melon, everyone felt happy physically and mentally, and continued to go shopping. The coachman enthusiastically explained the interesting things about the place, what is worth visiting, and whose food is delicious.

He ate melons with him and felt that he should pay the corresponding labor.

At the same time, he could see that these people were not born in wealthy families, but their clothes and jewelry were good.

After a walk, at noon, the coachman pointed to the front: "Go forward, there is Dayuanxing Yongshou Palace, now they are called Yongshou Palace, and they said it was not good to mention Dayuan again, so they were all beaten away.

They sell a lot of food there, you can eat fresh fish, even beef, and some people sell the smoked chicken in the palace, but I don’t know if it tastes the same as the food in the palace. "

"Okay, let's go there for dinner." The head of the village didn't want to go back to Fuhua Building now, he walked around so far, and went back at night.

Zhu Wentian looked at this palace that would become the Chaotian Palace in the future, and it was not as tall and magnificent as it would be later.

The village elder got out of the car, and the coachman took the car to a group of cattle carts next to him. The head of the village helped to pay five yuan, and there were people here to help feed the water and grass for a fee.

Five pennies is the best, and one penny is just for water and watching the animals not move around.

Everyone first chooses a place, which is a shop selling duck soup. Set up a table and benches at the door, and each person serves old duck soup.

Children take the copper coins and divide them into several groups to buy other things, mainly because they are not familiar with them. If they know who has good things, someone can help run errands.

Not long after, the children came back and bought fried buns, siu mai, two smoked chickens, fried tofu, boiled broad beans, and six steamed fish.

Shops that sell steamed fish asked where to eat, and told the children who bought it to leave the plate when they left, and they went to pick it up.

Then everyone looked at the smoked chicken together, and the driver wondered why he stared at the chicken like that?

Zhou Zong shook his head: "This is obviously smoked according to the method of smoking sausage, and it smells like firewood smoke. Brothers, eat it!"

He directly divided the two chickens and ate them for himself. People in Xiaqiu Village probably wouldn't like them.

He conveniently gave the coachman a thigh and two wings. The coachman tasted it and was very happy: "Is this the palace food?"

"No, it is said that it is smoked with charcoal fire, and the smoked chicken in the palace does not have the smell of smoke."

A guard emphasized that he had eaten the smoked chicken in the palace when he was in the prince's mansion, and he ate the Xiaqiu village's chicken in Xiaqiu village. The taste and texture were the same.

People in Guanglu Temple study it very seriously, and dare not change it casually, in case His Majesty doesn't like to eat it!
(End of this chapter)