God and mystery

Chapter 67

The gate of the imperial city, the red wall and yellow tile and the three-coupon gate, is hung with a plaque with the word "Da Ming" written on it.

The Daming Gate is not open, so I can only walk through the small moon gate on the side, and out of the imperial city, in addition to the morning sun, there is a commotion.

This is Xiaotian Street, where business is booming and bustling.

People who pass through things here sell food, sell goods, and perform operas.

"This is Chaoqian City, out of Daming Gate, there are many such markets in the inner city."

"In Shuntian, the people living in the inner city are mostly nobles, officials, scholars, and big businessmen, but most of these people are concentrated in Dongcheng District, Chongwenmen and Zhengyangmen, which are closest to the canal ferry. , so the wealthy businessmen and the visitors from Fanbang come and go frequently.”

"Among them, industries with high capital and high profits, such as pawn shops, cloth shops, miscellaneous grain shops, etc., have about 32 lines; those with small capital and low profits, such as net edge shops, vegetable shops, tofu shops, tailor shops, etc., have a total of [-] lines. "

"There are also various large and small guild halls, totaling more than 140 places."

"From the inner city to the outer city, Dongcheng is a place for buying and selling. Our palace servants sell the utensils in the palace, or buy the utensils from the outside, and they are all in the Dongcheng. This is legal. transaction.”

"As for the Chaoqian City, it is the first city in Nancheng. Of course, it is not a particularly large market, but it is a necessary goods market. In this Shuntian Mansion, both the east and the west, all goods exchanges must pass through here."

"Master Ji is here with our house. The Hanjing Factory you are going to is in Xicheng."

Ji Xiang looked at everything in front of him.

In the Forbidden City, or in the Imperial City, unless there is a major event or a court, you will not see so many people.

But once out of the imperial city, the world of mortals is rolling around, and the random flowers gradually become charming. This kind of fireworks makes people want to stop.This Shuntian Prefecture, from Jiajing to Wanli, had an active population of more than 80.

Hundreds of palaces and towers have been transformed into ten thousand thatched huts.

The height of the temple is unpleasant to hear thunderstorms in rivers and lakes.

Ji Xiang also saw a lot of knights with knives, at least from the outside, they looked like a veteran of walking around the rivers and lakes.

Maybe there are some people here who are thinking about going to the Forbidden City to get the emperor's head, but when they see the officers patrolling in Tianjie, they silently shrink their necks, just baring their teeth, still not convinced.

In the Ming Dynasty, the market was prosperous. From the Jiajing Emperor, to the Longqing Emperor, to the Wanli Emperor, three generations were all masters who did not go to court for many years. , is also a master who likes autism.

In the country, the actions of the three emperors, although completely unhelpful, were wrongly attacked and became "governance by inaction"?
In a word, because the central department doesn't care about things, the people's lives and the state of the people have become more and more prosperous.

Especially at this time, during the Wanli period, perhaps thanks to Zhang Juzheng's whipping method and the inflow of silver from foreign trade, in short, prices began to become very low.

A catty of rice is only two or three cents, a catty of salt is four cents, and the price of a catty of mutton, converted to later generations, is nine yuan and fifty cents.

The woodcutter chops a load of firewood on the mountain every day, picks it up and sells it at the market, then he can exchange two catties of meat, and the whole family can be fed and fed.

Compared with the famous measurement unit of the Ming Dynasty, "Emperor Chongzhen", in Chongzhen, a pound of rice normally costs more than twenty cents.

Of course, these are all times of peace. If there is a famine in a certain area, it must be another matter.

But thanks to this short-lived peace, market culture, folk novels, and opera art were born in large numbers at this time.

This Xiaotian Street, on the road leading to the West City, was full of hustle and bustle.

There are scholars who come to Beijing, merchants sell goods, pass official documents, officials shuttle, and soldiers parade.

There are many inns on the road, and the facilities are complete.This inn provides both meals, accommodation, and even some color services.

Of course, Lei Xuan's inn is also nearby.

Someone was busy behind the stove, chopping meat and vegetables with a kitchen knife, and the fireworks went up. It was ten o'clock in the morning, when the first meal was eaten in the Ming Dynasty. At this time, there were the most guests. He greeted his apprentice and asked the apprentice to bring tea and water to people everywhere. After a while, he prepared the meal himself, and a steaming meat noodle was brought to the table.

There are people with smiling faces, arranging cargo boxes, selling golden lotus and sheep horns, hanging lanterns during the day, and selling bronze and porcelain bowls for anyone to choose from.When encountering difficult guests, it is inevitable to haggle with each other, and then he looks like he will make friends.

Some people shouted vigorously, holding a splendid silk cloth in their hands, and they had to recruit when they met, causing the people around them to wave their hands again and again, claiming that they could not afford it.

Someone bowed their heads, like a hard-working scalper, carrying two loads of rice and staggering through the streets, looking here and there, shaking their heads again and again, and continuing to rush for a living.

There are tall horses walking in the middle, and donkeys with load goods walk slowly.

Some people concentrate on dyeing their headscarves on the street. After the large-scale smearing, they have to paint them in detail. They dare not be distracted. When someone calls out to him, they don't even dare to shake their heads, so they can only turn a deaf ear.

Some people are sitting in a street food shop, holding a book in their hands, taking a bite of the cake and looking at the story, their eyes are fixed, and when they see the wonderful place, they squirt the cake residue in their mouths, pat their legs with their hands, and are hooked. Such uncivilized behavior will naturally be met with the same. The other diners at the table surrounded him, but after a while they were all around his book and began to prostitute for nothing.

In front of him, someone else came on stage to sing an opera, and his voice was sometimes high-pitched, sometimes tactful, and sometimes sobbing and complaining, causing the people around him to cheer loudly.

Fireworks in the world, blue clouds in the sky.

Many Li people, thousands of people, their demeanor, appearance, and spirit of movement are all different!Everyone is working hard to live. Even though the day before, the imperial court hunted down the Yellow Heaven Cultists in Shuntian, but when things subside, the days that should be lived will still be lived.

In this world, there is nothing bigger than "being alive"!
"Listen, you're singing "The Story of the Purple Hairpin" again. This play is very popular in Yingtian Mansion. When you come to Shuntian, look, these people like to hear this kind of story."

"What's the story about?"

"Hey! A scholar and a girl are in love with each other, but the result is that there is an old lieutenant from a big family and his noble daughter, and they have to chase them back. If they can't chase them, they also send people to use all kinds of tricks to hinder them. I have a lover and kill several people."

At this time, the eunuch in charge of the shrine supervisor also showed a sad expression:

"Think about it, before our family entered the palace, there were also people who were in love with each other! If it hadn't been possible to live, how could we be the eunuch in the palace! This play always reminds our family of a night many years ago, that was In a spring when catkins are floating, our family holds a pancake in his hand, the girl we like has a stick in his hand, our family. I! I still remember that she called me a stick and wanted to hold me in the palm of her hand. "

When Ji Xiang heard this, he really wanted to ask, where is your father-in-law from? A woman with such a heavy accent?

The eunuch of the Shengong Supervisor sighed melancholy: "Forget it, if the relationship lasts for a long time, how can it be in the morning and evening?"

".By the way, is Master Ji Zhengyi or Quanzhen?"

Ji Xiang laughed: "From the perspective of the door, I am Zhengyi. My father-in-law wants to ask if I can get married, right?"

"But my generation of practitioners, with the ultimate goal of becoming an immortal, how can a mortal woman enter the eye of the Dharma?"

".I stretched out my hand to fish in the river. Did you see the gravel slipping away from the fingertips? That's the years."

"So in 20 years, with the flick of a finger, what everyone sees is actually an absurd scene, like floating clouds."

"The world is like a yellow beam, this is a dream."

　PS: Sorry for the late change.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)