MTL - Daily Life In Qin Dynasty-Chapter 161 Ying Zheng came to the door

  Chapter 161 Yingzheng Visits

  Tieshi stayed overnight.

the next morning.

  The three of Ying Zheng set off again with the middle-aged businessman Huang Huan.

  Before leaving.

   Huang Huan bought a lot of goods in Tieshi Town, which made Yingzheng a little curious.

   "What is shopkeeper Huang doing?"

"Isn't this going to [Shengping Town] soon? I'll drop in some goods here, and when the time comes to [Shengping Town], I can earn a little travel expenses." Huang Huan directed the caravan to carry Cargo, said with a smile.

   "There are so many merchants in Tieshi Town every day, can shopkeeper Huang make money like this?"

Yingzheng was a little surprised. Even if he was not in business, Yingzheng understood the most basic truth that "rare things are more valuable". Now that there are so many businessmen staying in Tieshi Town every day, it is obviously impossible for him to be the only one who does what Shopkeeper Huang does. one.

Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, Huang Huan laughed loudly and said, "Hahaha...Mr. Zhao must have underestimated the market in Hanzhong County today. Based on the current daily sales in [Shengping Town] Commodity trading volume, I can’t even splash a splash of this old man’s goods.”

"What's more, no matter how many merchants come to Tieshi Town, there are only so many goods that can be supplied here. To be honest, if the old man and the mayor of Tieshi Town have some relationship, I guess I may not be able to get the goods even if I want to get them now. !"

   When Huang Huan finished speaking, Ying Zheng suddenly realized that there were many caravans departing from Tieshi Town this morning, but very few caravans purchased goods from here.

  Just now Ying Zheng thought that those people didn’t buy goods in Tieshi Town because they felt they couldn’t make money, but now it seems that they didn’t buy goods, but they couldn’t buy goods at all.

  The convoy started again.

   During the subsequent journey, everyone's caravan encountered several villages and small towns along the road. Every time they passed a village, Huang Huan would slow down the caravan and start selling goods along the village.

  Ying Zheng used this time to observe the living standards of these villages and small towns through the curtain of the car.

turn out.

  Every village that the convoy passes along the way, even the smallest village, has a population of at least a hundred households.

  Although these villages and small towns are not as prosperous and lively as [Tieshi Town], they are not inferior in other respects. In the villages, basically every household has built square brick houses.

  Although the roads in the village are not concrete avenues, they are all rammed dirt roads, extending in all directions, and the houses look like houses.

  Such a scene, even Gai Nie and Zhao Gao, who were following behind Ying Zheng, couldn't help being surprised.

   But it's just the beginning.

  When Ying Zheng and his party followed Huang Huan and arrived at [Shengping Town], the three of them experienced what real prosperity is.

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   "Look, take a look! Don't miss it when you pass by..."

   "Mutton soup, a bowl of freshly made mutton soup!"

   "The opening of the Knife Tavern is a big bargain, buy a jug of wine and get half a jug of wine, only for three days, first come first served!"

   Today's 'free trading market' has expanded rapidly from the initial small 'village' to the size of an entire town after expansions.

  And the whole town, with [Xin Mo Mansion] where Mr. Mo is located as the center, presents a semicircle and expands towards the surroundings.

   Because of this, many people now call this place [Shengping Town].

  The buildings in the entire Shengping Town are all red brick and blue tile houses, like square grids, spreading along both sides of the central avenue.

  The central avenue, which originally connected to the county town of Kunshan, has now been expanded several times, and has a width of several feet, which is more than ten meters, enough to accommodate five horse-drawn carriages driving side by side.

   But even so, when Ying Zheng and Huang Huan's carriage entered the 'downtown area', their carriage was still crowded by pedestrians and carriages in the middle of the road, unable to move.

  Ying Zheng sat on the carriage, opened the curtains and looked out, except for the heads in front of his eyes and the loud cries in his ears, he couldn't see any other scenes at all.

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  Ying Zheng and Gai Nie looked at each other, and they both saw shock in each other's eyes.

   It's not that Ying Zheng's state of mind is not enough, but that the scene in front of him is indeed shocking enough, because in the current state of Qin, even Xianyang, the capital city, is completely inferior to the prosperity in front of him.

  Why did Ying Zheng always think that 'lively' is a good thing?

  Because only when there are many people can it be lively.

  In this era, the population itself is the greatest resource.

  Walking through the crowded street, Ying Zheng looked at the restaurants, inns, grain shops, cloth shops, taverns, chess and card rooms on both sides of the road...

  Many of the signs hanging outside these shops, Ying Zheng had never even heard of them.

   Huang Huan took a convoy of goods, and only went to four or five shops on the way, and sold out all the goods in a convoy.

   "Mr. Zhao, let's leave now."

   "I'm bothering shopkeeper Huang this way."

   After the goods were sold out, Huang Huan said goodbye to Ying Zheng, and walked towards the direction of [Baichuan Restaurant].

The seven-storey [Baichuan Restaurant] has now become one of the landmark buildings in [Shengping Town]. Anyone who walks into Shengping Town can basically see the towering building in the distance at a glance. architecture.

   Ying Zheng was naturally a little curious about this restaurant where Huang Huan wanted to book a room for his daughter not far away.

  And he remembered that Mo Jun seemed to have given him an invitation to [Baichuan Restaurant] before, but it was a pity that he didn't bring it out on this trip.

   "Mr. Zhao, are you going to [Mo Mansion] now?" Zhao Gao, who was driving, asked in a low voice.

   "No, you need to find a place to park the carriage first. Mr. Gai and I plan to get out of the car and take a stroll in this town." Ying Zheng sat in the carriage and said majesticly.

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  until the evening hours.

  Mo House.

  Jian Jiuyuan stood in the cold wind like a sharp sword in a thin shirt with one arm.

   In front of him were 121 students from the "Martial Arts Class" selected from more than 300 orphans after several assessments.

  These students have gone through a whole year of training, and now ninety-seven of them have successfully polished a solid foundation, developed their internal strength, and entered the third-rate realm.

   Among the ninety-seven people, the performance of two people is the most outstanding.

   It was the 'broken-arm girl' from before, and the sturdy boy who was the oldest in the entire martial arts class.

  These one hundred and twenty-one people are the future guards prepared by Mo Jun for [Mo Mansion]. They have been trained and educated by Mo Jun since childhood, so no matter whether it is loyalty or strength, there will never be any problems.

  Although these boys and girls were in the cold wind, their skin was flushed and heat was constantly radiating out, because they had just finished a day of training and had taken heavy medicine.

  Staying in the cold wind right now is using the coldness of the cold wind to help him absorb the medicine faster.

  Mr. Mo sat in a heated room not far away, with a pot of tea and a book in front of him, squinting his eyes as if he was thinking about something.

at this time.

  Hei Yu suddenly hurried over from outside the courtyard, came to Mo Jun and said something in a low voice.

next moment.

  Seeing Mo Jun raise his head suddenly.

   Immediately afterwards, Mo Jun picked up the books on the table, put on a snow velvet cloak, and hurried towards the front yard.

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  (end of this chapter)