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Chapter 495, Extra Story 3 Ming Taizong's Commercial Empire
The workshops on Hongwu Street run all the way to Nanjing New Town, and more than 200 royal workshops are shrouded in the rising sun.The bell rang, and the people went to the workshop in twos and threes.

Now it's the autumn harvest season, and the vegetables and fruits are ripe. Farmers outside the city bring heavy grains and vegetables to the Royal Supermarket to exchange for the needed silver dollars for daily necessities.

Every year at this season, businessmen from all over the world will bee pupae to Zhongzhili and Dongzhili in Ming Dynasty.

The streets are full of beauties from the Western Regions and Japanese women who buy art. Now they are respected by the Han people of the Ming Dynasty. They all hope to obtain a legal status in the Ming Dynasty and use their beauty to maximize their advantages.

At this time, the inspection department and street department are the busiest. Merchants from all over the country take advantage of Daming's straight roads and railroad tracks to transport a large amount of goods to Daming. Foreigners, mercenaries, and adventurers from all over the world pour into Daming spontaneously.

But they were always blocked by the barrier of identity, and had to conduct lengthy inquiries and inspections. At this moment, what he envied most was the yellow-skinned and black-haired Daming Hanmin.

Daming resident registration is the document they are most looking forward to.

For the operation of each store, there must be a business license from the Ming Commercial Bureau on the wall, and special products from various places are placed at the door.

Wool and cotton from northern Xinjiang, Suzhou embroidery from Suzhou, silk from Zhejiang, seafood, fish and shrimp from Lingnan...

Young men and women bought silk tulle, changed into decent clothes, and ate boiled corn and fried baby potatoes.

On the straight road, a caravan, full of goods from the north, went straight to Xincheng after inspection.

Qiankun rode across the sidewalk with the tinkling of the bell, looking up at the majestic Miyagi in the capital.

The tall stone statue at the gate of the palace is the statue of Emperor Taizong, wearing armor, pointing directly overseas.

But the common people all know that Emperor Taizong Tianyan did not die, this is the unique scenery of Ming Dynasty.

There are all kinds of shops and a dazzling array of goods, which makes people overwhelmed. You can hear foreigners bargaining with common people's shops in broken Ming Mandarin everywhere on the street.

Zhu Yunye stood on the pavilion, his eyes showed surprise: "Sure enough..."

He opened the account book in his hand, motioned for Jin Yiwei to come over, and then said: "Those merchants from the Western Regions were the ones who cheated the people of food last time and sneaked away...Father is right, they really came again , the disguise technique can't hide it."

The corner of Zhu Yunye's mouth raised, and he closed a scroll of portraits, signaling his subordinates to arrest him.

With a bang, he closed the window, went down the stairs, and went straight to Mingshang Bureau.

Zhu Yunye walked into the Ming Commercial Bureau with a big smile, and excitedly said to the man sitting there: "Old Xia, the Criminal Department can arrest you now."

Xia Yuanji, who was wearing old clothes, said without raising his head, "Your Highness, wait until I settle the last account of the day, and then I will go with you."

Zhu Yunye nodded, took the report form next to him and looked at it, flipped through the paper and said, "It's too wasteful to write only one side, and you can use both sides to draw and draw forms in the future."

Xia Yuanji smiled and said, "When did Your Highness pick more than me?"

Zhu Yunye smiled and said: "Use the money where it should be, and save what is unnecessary, otherwise the mother and concubine will teach me for the emperor again."

Xia Yuanji nodded.

Success comes from diligence and thrift, failure comes from extravagance, he never dared to forget this sentence.

"Your Highness, the silk and tea from Zhongzhili West Market have arrived, and Mark Andre is waiting for delivery at the chamber of commerce."

"Let the shopkeeper go." Zhu Yunye picked up the tea and took a sip: "Every account must be guaranteed to be safe."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Mark Andre's blond hair was very dazzling in the sun. He admired the calligraphy on the wall of the chamber of commerce, wanting to taste the literary grace of the Ming people.

Now all countries regard Daming as their respect, knowing more about these things will be of great help to him in the high society of Daming in the future.

The shopkeeper came in from the door, and said neither humble nor overbearing: "Sir, our Highness has too many things to do today, so we won't see you."

"Oh." Mark Andre shook his head regretfully and said: "Your paintings and calligraphy are very artistic, but unfortunately I have only learned Oriental Mandarin for two or three months, and I don't understand these words very well. If someone can translate it for me , that would be great."

The shopkeeper had been working with Zhu Yunye for some years, so he said, "I advise you to learn the official Mandarin of Ming Dynasty earlier."

Mark Andre spread his hands: "I don't understand."

"From now on, we will only do business with those who are fluent in the official language of Daming. If you don't understand the language, Daming will have no choice but to issue an order to evict you."

A trace of panic flashed across Mark Delie's face.

But soon sighed helplessly, silently took out the Tianyan dictionary, and compared the words on the wall one by one to understand the meaning.

The shopkeeper didn't urge him either, this place can accommodate more than 100 caravans at the same time, and each shopkeeper has its own regular customers.

The shopkeeper tugged at his sleeves, straightened his hat, and swayed to go to the next door.

Now Nanjing New City is exclusively for business travelers from all over the world, and the daily transactions are measured in millions. There is no shortage of foreigners in Ming Dynasty.

Marco Delie immediately stopped the shopkeeper. In his seriousness, any Daming person is much nobler than him.

"You Dongfang...is really rich. Take a look at my goods." Marco Delie couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

The shopkeeper couldn't help but proudly said: "The prosperity of the prosperous Ming Dynasty, as well as the strong ships and sharp guns, are things that others can't see."

"Prosperity? Prosperity, Daming is really a lion." Marco Delie didn't quite understand the specific meaning of prosperity.

After thinking for a while, he opened Tianyan's dictionary and looked it up: "A prosperous age means that the country is prosperous and the people are safe, the river is clean and the sea is clean, the country's scholars are prevalent, the technology is advanced, the culture is prosperous, all nations are bright, rich and stable...the prosperous age is really amazing."

Marco Dellie took a deep breath, Daming was full of sweet and rich taste, and the first word in Tianyan's dictionary was Chinese.

Followed by prosperity, these two words occupy the first page.

"The Ming Dynasty is respected, and the Han Dynasty is respected. I want to be a member of the Ming Dynasty." Marco Delie said in broken Chinese.

The shopkeeper rolled his eyes, pointed at his blond hair, and shook his head: "Your thing has to be black, your face is a bit too white, it doesn't fit the Han people."

"How can my hair be black?" Marco Dellie forgot at this moment that he was here to discuss business, and all he could think about was how to become a Han citizen of Ming Dynasty.

This time, there has been a change.

Daming is a mysterious and rich place with terrible firearms. He desperately wants to take root here and integrate into this Daming as soon as possible.

But it seems difficult.

When the shopkeeper signed the contract with him, Marco Andre wiped black ink on his head.

After the ink dried, he lay down on the table and wrote the words Daming Prosperity.Seeing his crooked words, he smiled with satisfaction and pride.

"During the prosperity of the Ming Dynasty, being a Han citizen is really a wonderful thing."

With ink-stained hair on his head, Marco Delie led the caravan to unload.

In the afternoon, it rained heavily.

Marco Delie's hair was washed black by the rain, and he pointed at the sky angrily and cursed: "I must be a Han citizen of Ming Dynasty."

Someone next to him said: "Let's learn the Ming characters first, then we can speak."

(End of this chapter)