The beautiful pastoral field of Jiangmen girl

Chapter 752
When Zhou Qiao, posing as a peddler, arrived at the west gate, there was already a long queue waiting to leave the city.Life is not easy for everyone.Ordinary people often carry burdens, carry baskets, and push carts to the market outside Qixia Pass to sell sundries, dry goods, live poultry, fruits and vegetables, etc.Large and small businesses pull truckloads of goods to the mutual market to do big business.

Accompanied by the morning light, Zhou Qiao, who was among the crowd, easily got out of Pengcheng, and followed the flow of people to Qixia Pass.

The merchant's chariots and horses lined up in a long line, escorted by the head of the bodyguard bureau, moving forward unhurriedly.

Twenty or thirty miles away, it is not difficult for a small businessman who is used to walking on two legs.Five or six hundred people, or four or five people walking together, or a dozen NO.20 people joking and hurrying, or falling near the crowd and walking alone in silence...the list goes on and on.

Zhou Qiao was walking silently with a load on his shoulders, when someone behind him caught up and walked side by side with him.He ignored this person and just went on his way.In the early morning of late autumn, the heart is cool, and the breath is visible to the naked eye.But it doesn't have much impact on people who are wearing warm clothes and are on the road.

The man chasing Zhouqiao looked to be in his 40s, with a large pannier on his back and wearing gray coarse clothes.This person is wearing a gray single hat on his head, and the hair exposed under the hat is already half white.His face was fair complexion, the beard on his chin was neither long nor short, and his eyes were full of vicissitudes.

Zhou Qiao continued on his way without looking sideways, his face unchanged and his pace consistent with before, without any flaws.

The middle-aged man with vicissitudes of life saw that Zhou Qiao ignored him, so he laughed a few times, bent over and lifted the cloth curtain of a bamboo basket picked on Zhou Qiao's burden while walking, took a look, and then clicked his tongue slightly. He said hoarsely, "This green orange is good", and took out a green orange, and walked beside Zhou Qiao, peeled the green orange peel and ate it.

Zhou Qiao was indifferent to this.

After the middle-aged man finished eating one, he still reached out to take it.

Zhou Qiao moved the burden on his shoulders forward, avoiding the hand of the visitor who took the green orange again, "Ten coins a piece, give me the money. Don't try to take advantage of it for nothing."

The middle-aged man laughed twice, "Stingy." After a pause, he said, "Ten coins a piece, are you sure you can sell it?" How to see.Which country will it be the prince of?The prince of Xichang Kingdom, or the prince of Di Rong Kingdom?Or Dajin Kingdom, Chu Kingdom, Ying Kingdom...all possible.He was very curious.

Zhou Qiao listened, "Ordinary green oranges sell for ten to thirteen yuan a catty. My green oranges are delicious and big, and three or two can weigh a catty. You can sell one for ten yuan, not at all. expensive."

After walking for twenty miles, a long pavilion for travelers to rest appeared in front of them.In ancient times, in order to facilitate travelers to rest on the way, the government built long pavilions and short pavilions in many places. "One long pavilion for ten miles, one short pavilion for five miles" was very common in the Da'an Dynasty.At this time, the limited long pavilion was occupied by caravans, and small merchants and ordinary people on foot sat down and rested anywhere near the long pavilion.

The road is not peaceful, and there are occasional scattered robbers.Therefore, no matter whether it is caravans, small merchants and hawkers, or ordinary people who go to the mutual market to buy daily necessities, they always gather together and walk away, not daring to place orders.

The caravan is guarded by bodyguards but allows small merchants and peddlers to follow, in order to gather popularity and deter robbers from acting rashly.Moreover, there are many people and strong strength. When encountering robbers, they will fight together and have a greater chance of winning.To survive in the frontier fortress, even ordinary people dare to fight.It is a matter of course that the local people are tough, and even small businessmen and hawkers are very tough when they encounter robbers.

The small merchants and hawkers followed the caravan closely, and naturally valued that the caravan had escorts equipped with swords, which was more secure in terms of safety.

With the premise of mutual benefit, there is such a tacit understanding between the caravans and small merchants and hawkers on the way to the mutual market, and they gather together and rush on the road.When the mutual market is over, if there are no special circumstances, the return journey should also be walked together in the same way.

After more than a quarter of an hour, the caravan shouted and set off, and the carriages and horses moved.Small merchants and common people resting on their feet got up, dusted off their bodies a few times, and continued on their way with their goods.

After another ten miles or so, the long team finally reached the heavily guarded Qixia Pass.Holding the household book of the Da'an Dynasty, Zhou Qiao reported the name of Wang Shan, which was consistent with the household book, and followed the crowd smoothly through the pass of Qixia Pass, and soon arrived at the mutual market three miles away.He paid five cents of mutual market tax at the entrance guard, walked into the mutual market with a burden, and blended into the crowd of people who were busy trading.While hawking, he walked through the exchange market, slowly moving towards the other entrance of the exchange market.

It is the beginning of Chenshi, and the exchange market has just begun.As long as he stays until the end of the afternoon and the end of the mutual market, he can enter Changfeng Pass among the small merchants and hawkers of Xichang Kingdom and the people of Xichang Kingdom who are buying things.

Changfeng Pass, the border pass of Xichang Kingdom.It is opposite to Qixia Pass in the Da'an Dynasty.The distance between the two is about ten miles.

The mutual market is located between the two.The guards sent from Qixia Pass are in charge of the merchants and common people on the side of Da’an Dynasty, and the guards sent from Changfeng Pass are responsible for managing the merchants and common people of Xichang Kingdom.People on both sides can trade peacefully, but conflicts cannot arise.Once there is a conflict, the guards on both sides have to face each other, and then try to resolve it peacefully and calm down the conflict.It cannot be resolved peacefully, because once the conflict escalates, it will lead to bloodshed and war.Therefore, the mutual market has formulated very strict trading rules and punishment measures.In the case of conflicts in the transaction, the two sides tacitly implement all the trading rules and punishment measures of the mutual market, and those who do not obey the rules of the mutual market will be violently suppressed, and they will never be soft.

At noon, Zhou Qiao, disguised as Wang Shan, stopped in front of a stall selling Baogu noodle pancakes with his half-empty load.

The stall owner was none other than a middle-aged man full of vicissitudes who took advantage of a big green orange in Zhouqiao on the way to the mutual market.His business was obviously not good, and there were no customers in front of the stall, so he folded his hands in his sleeves, looking boredly at the few snack stalls next to him that were doing well.Seeing Zhou Qiao stop, he raised his eyelids and asked, "Would you like some pancakes? Three pennies each."

Zhou Qiao reached out and lifted the lid of the pot sitting on the stove, and saw that lying in the pot were seven or eight thin, golden-yellow corn-flour pancakes that were not as big as a palm, lying in the pot.He couldn't help laughing, "I said, do you know how to do business? Just these pancakes, you can sell them for three pennies or two. No wonder no one patronizes your stall!" I couldn't help being startled, and then said, "I can't see that you still have such a skill." The hand that used to be a chic pen is now the hand that holds the murderous sword tightly. I never thought that I can bake delicious cakes!Times are changing, things are changing, and people are changing.Everyone has changed!

(End of this chapter)