During the day, Qingyang County Chang Street is even more lively. Vendors come here in an endless stream to buy silk fabrics or raw materials, load them into trucks, and then transport them to various places for sale. Although this is just a small county, it is an important silk fabric production place in Jin Dynasty.
"Brother Ying, haven't you been here before?" Yang Xianrong had suppressed her laughter and walked with Sima Ying on the long street looking for the bun shop she saw yesterday.
"Ahem." Sima Ying didn't like this name very much and wanted her to change it, but she didn't know what to change it to. "Never came."
"Hey, this is your fief, you always have to walk around, right?" Yang Xianrong curled his lips, "My father said that reading thousands of books is not as good as traveling thousands of miles. Walk more and take a look. You will discover the breath of fireworks in this world and feel the happiness of living."
"Lord Sheep is extremely knowledgeable."
"Of course, he likes to study, but he also likes to play around. In fact, I think that since I entered the palace, he resigned from all official positions to avoid suspicion, which is a very wise thing. This way he can have time to travel around. Playing in the water... But oh, my cousin said that he should just stay in Tai'an County and don't go out casually... I was the one who got him involved."
"Actually, that's not necessarily true. Your identity is indeed very embarrassing. If it takes two more years, maybe he can be freer." When he said this, Sima Ying didn't have much confidence, because they all knew that the Jin royal family was These people are secretly thinking about something, and they don't stop for a moment.
"Ah, the buns are here." Yang Xianrong didn't seem to hear the hidden meaning in Sima Ying's words, and just ran to the bun shop wholeheartedly. Sure enough, the steamed buns here are very big and filled with meat. They are steaming hot and make you feel happy.
"How much does one cost?" Yang Xianrong's smile was really big.
"Two copper coins each." The bun seller was a kind-faced old lady.
"Brother Ying, how many can you eat?" Yang Xianrong's voice was quite loud, which made Grandma look at Sima Ying several times.
Sima Ying was very embarrassed because he looked like an adult man, but Yang Xianrong only looked like a girl. He could only cough twice and said, "Just one."
"How can it be done? How can one person be full? I can eat two, no, three!" Yang Xianrong liked to see Sima Ying restrained and reserved but angry at her, and his smile became fuller. "Brother Ying, you need to eat more so that you can grow taller and have the strength to pull me around."
"Don't call me Brother Ying!" Sima Ying bared her teeth at each other.
"Then treat me to some steamed buns." How could Yang Xianrong be afraid of this.
"Okay." Sima Ying dug in her arms, in her sleeves, and again in her waist, but there wasn't even a copper coin. This morning, he hurriedly put on casual clothes and was pulled out by Yang Xianrong. He didn't even have time to bring his wallet and purse.
Yang Xianrong took out a small delicate purse from his arms with a smile, counted out three coins and handed them to grandma, "Six buns."
Grandma made three buns each with huge mulberry leaves and handed them to them. Yang Xianrong looked at Sima Ying with a smile, "Brother Ying, do you think they taste good or not?"
Didn't pay, got treated.
Sima Ying was speechless and wanted to be angry but felt there was no reason. He looked at Yang Xianrong eating the steamed buns, and there was an unreal feeling in the steaming buns. He didn't care about being angry, so he decided to eat one first.
The steamed buns were indeed delicious, and Yang Xianrong lost his elegance. He quickly ate two and felt happy. Sima Ying ate faster, and actually ate all three buns in her hand, and she even felt like she was still unfinished.
Yang Xianrong had no choice but to hand him the last bun in his hand, and then took the heart-shaped mulberry leaf in his hand and started playing with it. "I want to see how silkworm babies eat mulberry leaves."
"Hey, there's nothing to see in this. It's disgusting." The old lady selling steamed buns said, "Things like silkworm babies are just big meaty bugs, not interesting at all. Are you two siblings from other places? How about that?" Go to the Shaanxi Shaanmao Factory, that's the most beautiful place. In fact, silk is not white. It needs to be rinsed, starched, and colored before it can be used. Go and have a look, and buy some new clothes by the way..."
"Are there any ready-made clothes?" Yang Xianrong became even more happy, "Are there any colorful patterns of Shu embroidery?"
"Yes, that one is quite expensive." Grandma took a look at the clothes of the two people and said, "It's really not cheap. Does our magistrate Xiao of Qingyang County know that? His mother is a master of Shu embroidery, and the one in front of Huan You can go and take a look at Shasuoli."
"Does the county magistrate's mother still need to go out to do work?" Yang Xianrong blinked, "The county magistrate earns quite a lot, right? His mother should stay at home."
"County Magistrate Xiao doesn't have a wife yet. His mother was a master of Shu embroidery before, so naturally she doesn't want to stay at home. Besides, it's so uncomfortable to stay at home. It's better to go out and do things while your body can still move. Look, Are the steamed buns I make delicious? If I stop making steamed buns, how can you two foreigners still eat the steamed buns I make? "
Yang Xianrong and Sima Ying were so confused by her rhetoric that they didn't react. They just thought it made sense.
"Then let's go to the Huansha Institute and have a look." Yang Xianrong returned the huge mulberry leaves to grandma, "It's clean, you can wash it and continue making buns."
"Okay." Grandma was very happy. Although there are mulberry leaves everywhere in Qingyang County, saving one piece is the basis for small business.
Huansha House is not far from Baozi Shop.
In fact, this long street gathers all the important places and shops in Qingyang County. The radiating development of the long street is the residential area. The development of the silk weaving industry here is increasing year by year, and the county's population is also increasing, making it more prosperous.
When people have money, they feel stable and have more smiles on their faces.
Yang Xianrong looked at the smiling faces of people coming and going, and sighed in his heart. If his father could take a walk here, he might have more feelings. What if Emperor Sima Zhong comes? Will you just focus on eating? If my mother could come, she would definitely go shopping and make some nice clothes for her.
The Huansha Institute is an open courtyard with five levels. The front yard collects silk, the second yard weighs and settles accounts, the third yard does sorting, the fourth yard reels silk, and the fifth yard handles finishing, weaving and dyeing. There is a separate courtyard, where the royal tribute "toilet paper" is made. The door is closed and no one is allowed to go in for viewing.
But just in this five-story courtyard, people are already dizzying. It is indeed a bustling and lively scene, with people performing their duties in an orderly manner.
