Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 19 The stall is not easy to set up!

In ancient times, one tael of silver was not used as a dollar like in TV dramas, but as a reward for performing arts like Huanzhugege, it was ten or twenty taels of silver ingots.

Although the foreign trade of the Ming Dynasty led to the inflow of a large amount of silver from the Americas, and the price of silver has dropped, one tael of silver is still enough to buy more than 300 catties of rice, which is equivalent to the purchasing power of 660 yuan in later generations. My lord, why can't Old Man Xing be excited?Even if this old Xi'er was going to smash the stall just now, seeing his old face under the dog fur hat is very pleasing to the eye, not only thank you, but also offered to help clean up the dishes.

But Qu Botao is not stupid, Shanxi old Xier is smart, otherwise, why would Shanxi merchants have dominated the north for hundreds of years, and Song Qingshu made two things that were indeed fresh and unique in taste. Things will definitely bring business opportunities, and if you get in touch, there may be another way of making money in the future.

What's more, this chili has the effect of dispelling wind and cold. The problem in his mother's womb is chills. After eating a piece of oily chili, his whole body seemed to be on fire, which immediately made him feel better. Besides, businessmen are shrewd. Staring at the cold wind early in the morning, everyone is a little timid about their work. After this meal of sweet potato porridge, oil and chili, each of the guys has caught up with clockwork, and the work efficiency will increase immediately. Here comes.

Cheng Cheng also agreed on the time and price of the food delivery for the next day, and after helping to clean it up, with the empty breakfast bucket, Mr. Xing and the others took Song Qingshu and returned home contentedly.

Breakfast was just a starting point, Song Qingshu still focused on roasted sweet potatoes.

When I was a child, my deepest memory is to save some money with great difficulty, catch up with the vendor pushing the blue gasoline tank cart, buy a roasted sweet potato, the hottest, peel it, the roasted brown, sticky and sweet sweet potato The flesh, it can be said that it was extremely delicious at that time.

One year of sweet potatoes and half a year's grain. In the past, Song Qingshu had a classmate whose father sold roasted sweet potatoes. Although a stove is unremarkable, it can make more than 3 yuan in profits in one winter. Now the available resources are only a room full of sweet potatoes. Soon, Song Qingshu also put his mind on this.

However, roasting sweet potatoes requires a large tin gasoline barrel and a donkey cart to push it, which is not available in this era, so the stove pit cannot be moved there!

Or people were forced out, and after going back to fiddle for a long time, it can be regarded as a clay stove made of bricks and yellow mud. It is placed on a cart. Although it is a bit heavy, it can still be used for its purpose.

There are two layers of iron curtains inside. The lower layer is roasted sweet potatoes, and the upper layer is warmed with roasted sweet potatoes. The top layer is covered with someone's broken quilt. There is a pimple on the left and a pimple on the right. The smell can suffocate people's hearts Fortunately, there is no food supervision bureau at this time, otherwise he must be in trouble.

This set of guys plus dozens of catties of sweet potatoes is heavy enough. Song Qingshu ran into another problem when they set off. Who will push this cart?
It's impossible for Hongniang Xing and Juaner Han, little radish?He's not as tall as a car!Old Man Xing is an elder again!Gritting his teeth, Song Qingshu put the strap on the handlebar around his neck, pushed it and walked out.

I usually claim to be so strong, but when I started working, I knew how much I weighed. After pushing for less than ten meters, the stove had been tilted twice, and Hongniang Xing screamed several times when I saw it. Old man Xing gave him a disgusted look, and pushed Song Qingshu aside with a slap.

Don't look at the old man Xing is not young, after all, he was born in the martial arts, he supported the hundred-pound car with one hand, pushed the car, and moved forward smoothly, and Hongniang Xing supported each other, making it even and stable Song Qingshu's face was hot when he saw it, and he cursed himself for being useless, he was not as good as an old man.

Because it took some time to make the stove, I missed the meal time when I arrived at Dice Street, so I found a place facing the street at random, and the four of them set up a small stall, lazily basking in the winter sun.

It is said to be Dice Street, but in fact this street is mainly dominated by brothels, Chu Pavilions and romantic places, and there are quite a few romantic scholars and literati who come and go.

In the past dynasties, starting from Guan Zhong of the Qi State, the state openly established romantic places to increase income. Over the past dynasties, the management of these red-light districts has become more and more strict. During the Tang and Song Dynasties, officials drinking and prostitutes in Jiaofang were regarded as romantic affairs. In the Hongwu period, it was a serious crime. According to the "Law of the Ming Dynasty", the most serious sentence could be exile.

This led to a consequence. The Jiaofangsi run by the government quickly withered, but the privately run house prostitutes quickly became popular. Most of the famous Qinhuai Bayan came from this kind of private restaurant, and even a special kind of prostitute was raised in Yangzhou. Occupation, raise a lean horse!
The so-called Yangzhou thin horse is not a horse, but a living person. Human traffickers buy local beautiful girls from Datong and other impoverished places, and then train them to play piano, chess, calligraphy and painting from an early age. , or sent to a brothel.

Speaking of it, Han Juan was lucky to have met Old Man Xing, otherwise she might have become a member of the Shouma, laughing in the first half of her life and miserable in the second half.

It has been more than 300 years since the founding of the country, and the harsh laws left by Zhu Hongwu have lost most of their binding force at this moment. Officials are also men, and they also have needs in that regard, and they also need to be sent to entertainment. It doesn't sound good, so the folks are covering it up. Fortunately, pornography, gambling and drugs are not separated. There are several dice shops and gambling halls on this street. There are many bad gamblers who shuttle around and don't listen. Called it Dice Street.

Baked sweet potatoes are good for this. They are a kind of snacks, and they contain a lot of sugar. After roasting two pieces, the aroma will waft out. After a while, two people will come out from the restaurant across the street. The prostitute with heavy makeup took out a few copper coins and bought two back. After opening the first one, more people came out to buy one after another.

Mr. Xing didn't have a scale either, so he simply sold them according to their size. The big ones were Liuwen, the medium ones were Siwen, and the small ones were two. In the past, they used to be buskers, and sometimes they couldn't make a cent for several days. Fragmentary, but there are signs of incessant, after all, it is a business, the two girls Xing Hongniang and Han Juan'er are excited and chattering non-stop, scrambling to sell goods to collect money.

Old Man Xing was sitting on the side and picked up his cigarette pot, Xiao Luobo was busy helping the car, and Song Qingshu was free again.

I used to eat and sleep stupidly when I was staying at home, and I didn't have to worry about anything, but now there is no such good thing, if I don't plan well, I might freeze to death and starve to death!Song Qingshu felt uncomfortable when he was idle for the first time, so he simply tore off the long torn paper from the wall, wrote and drew, and began to study the cost and benefit.

How much of the income is used to maintain a living, and how much is put into production. Go to the neighborhood to collect some sweet potatoes. It is best to buy a cart and ride a donkey backwards. In this way, you can open two more stalls and earn more...

Counting and counting, Song Qingshu even calculated that after two or three years, he would save enough copper coins to open a shop on the main street, and he could be happy in front of the little boss. Xing Hongniang, who was selling coldly, yelled extremely angrily.

"Hey! You haven't paid me yet!"

Song Qingshu jumped up in a hurry, but he was a greasy guy with a dog skin plaster on his forehead, wearing a green robe and cap like the servants in TV dramas, grabbed a sweet potato from the stall, gnawed it and walked away swaggeringly. The matchmaker tugged at her sleeve and roared angrily.

Hearing Hongniang Xing's yelling, this person really stopped, but as if he heard some big joke, he pointed to his nose, raised his eyebrows, and hummed with a smile: "Give me the money? Hehe, this Dice Street is the first one to ask me, Ma San, for money!"

"I just ate it. If I want money, what should I do?"

The sweet potato fell to the ground, and it turned into a ball of yellow immediately, tilting his head, Ma San pinched his waist and shook his head, looking like the boss and my second child, arrogantly yelling at Hongniang Xing.

I have seen unreasonable ones, but I have never said such unreasonable ones!Hongniang Xing's pretty face flushed instantly, and she clenched her fists. Song Qingshu, who was watching, hurried forward and grabbed her hand.

As soon as Ma Sanyi came out, the old lady selling sesame seed cakes with a basket at the street corner and the man pushing a cart selling melon seeds all slipped away. Even the brothel opposite and the girls waiting for customers all hid their faces and went back. It can be seen that this is a role that is annoying to everyone. There are always such bad guys, and Song Qingshu was not short of them at that time. Did he know that this kind of person is like a dog's skin plaster, and once it gets on it, he can't get rid of it.

Just before the accident, an uncle of Song Qingshu was selling vegetables in the vegetable market, and he was beaten for offending a rascal. The police arrested him, but he was released after fifteen days of detention, and the man came to make trouble again. Smashing stalls during the day, throwing stones and glass at night, tossing back and forth several times, and finally the director of the police station had to persuade him, took two money to apologize and admit his mistake, and he was dismissed.

In the end, it was Song Qingshu and his uncle who gave in.

Pushing Hongniang Xing back, enduring the nausea, Song Qingshu hastily smiled again, took two sweet potatoes and stuffed them with a nod and a smile.

"Women are ignorant! I am her man, sir, don't be as knowledgeable as her."

"Your boy is her man!" Arrogantly pushing away the sweet potato that Song Qingshu handed over, this Ma San actually refused to let go, rubbed his arms and hummed arrogantly: "You say that if you don't have the same knowledge as her, you are not common knowledge! Tell you , just now your mother-in-law scared me to be impotent! I am the only seedling for five generations, and I am all pointing at me to carry on the family! Either I will escape ten taels of silver for medical expenses, or let her pay for my sleep and blow me away. Get up, otherwise, the Lord will make it impossible for you to get along in this city of Xi'an!"

Seeing Ma San tilting his head arrogantly, Song Qingshu's smile suddenly froze...

(End of this chapter)