Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
The condolences are basically over now. Except for some daily rituals, many ministers no longer need to pay condolences every day.
After all, the entire Ming Dynasty still needs to function, and most of the civil and military officials can just pay homage after get off work.
Not to mention the death of the prince, even if the emperor dies, it cannot be delayed for too long.
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"Master, it's been almost half an hour, and not a single customer has come to buy breakfast. Did we set the price too high?"
Uncle Zhang looked outside the door to watch the excitement, but there were no customers coming in to buy, and he looked anxious.
After some repairs, the teahouse finally opened today.
Probably because the teahouse sells it earlier and it is more expensive. Since the teahouse opened in the early morning, there were many people watching the excitement, but no one came to actually buy it and taste it.
The most important one, Zhang Bo feels, is the price issue.
Other people's steamed buns only cost a penny each. This is the market price in Nanjing, no matter where you go.
But the owner priced the steamed buns at his own teahouse at three cents each, which was three times more expensive than others.
As for other items such as scones and meat buns, they are several times more expensive.
The key owner also ordered someone to write down the price and post it on the door.
This is what caused the current scene. Many colleagues in the tea house even came to watch the joke.
"What's the rush? Those people outside are not our target customers. It's still early, let's let the customers fly for a while."
On the second floor of the tea house, the view is excellent and you can see the scene of the street below.
Zhu Ying looked calm and said casually without any anxiety. He obviously has a good grasp of the current situation.
Hearing this, Uncle Zhang looked anxious, but he could only suppress his temper.
The door of the teahouse became more and more lively, and more and more people began to gather. Various discussions could be heard upstairs.
"Three cents a piece of steamed buns, bah, what kind of shady vendor is this?"
"I'm so crazy about money that I even dare to sell steamed buns for three cents."
"That's not all. Look at that hot spicy soup. It's twenty cents a bowl. What's in it? It's ginseng."
"I think this teahouse will have to close its doors today to thank guests."
"Which family's prodigal son is this? This happened. With such a good position, I don't feel bad for him."
Listening to the discussion outside, Zhang Bo suddenly blushed and said, "Boss, I'll find someone to drive them away."
Zhu Ying was speechless. There was no reason to drive people away when they opened the door for business. This was still the capital. It could only be said that the Jurchens were really reckless.
"No need, just wait and see later, the time is probably about the same."
Zhu Ying looked at the sky and said calmly.
At this time, it is time for the grocery shopping girls, servants, housekeepers and the like from wealthy families and honorable families to come out.
Zhu Ying never intended to do business for ordinary people.
Originally, he opened this teahouse as a temporary solution. He would leave after Zhu Gaochi contacted the Bingzhan Bureau and the prince's matter was over.
The excitement outside the teahouse soon attracted more people to watch.
A man who appeared to be the butler of the noble family walked directly to the door of the tea house.
"I want to try to see what the difference is between your three-cent-a-piece steamed buns and other steamed buns."
After finishing speaking, the housekeeper took out three copper coins and handed them over.
The boy also quickly brought a snow-white steamed bun over.
'So white, so soft. '
As soon as the housekeeper took it, he found that there was something really special about this steamed bun. It was white and tender in color and was obviously made from fine flour.
Once you get it, it's extremely soft and not as hard as other steamed buns.
The housekeeper didn't hesitate and took a bite of the steamed bun.
As soon as he entered the room, the butler's eyes changed.
The smell was beyond his expectation. It had a light fragrance, like a girl's body fragrance.
And that touch of softness was something he had never heard of before.
The housekeeper chewed slowly, carefully feeling the distinctive white steamed buns, and even tasted a hint of sweetness.
There is no astringency or hardness at all.
The next moment, the housekeeper couldn't bear it anymore and ate the big white steamed bun in his hand in several mouthfuls.
This big white steamed bun looks quite big, but then it disappears after just a few bites.
This kind of refined steamed buns is something the butler has never experienced before. It doesn't require any effort to chew, it just melts in your mouth.
He has reached the position of housekeeper and is now over fifty years old. He has lost many teeth and it is extremely inconvenient to eat.
Every time he eats, it is a torture for him.
But this snow-white shiny steamed bun made him feel the joy of eating again.
"How many buns do you have left? I want them all."
After the butler finished eating, he said impatiently that it was just a steamed bun, but the taste was something he would never forget.
The emergence of this kind of food will bring a dimensionality-reducing blow to all food in the entire Ming Dynasty.
The sales boy said with some trepidation: "There are still five hundred. Are you sure you want them all?"
"Well..."
The butler's words immediately stuck. Five hundred steamed buns, three cents each, equals fifteen hundred cents.
It is equivalent to 1.5 taels of silver. If you use Ming Dynasty Bao banknotes, you need three Guan banknotes.
Even if he is the butler of a noble family in the capital, he only gets more than ten guan notes a year, and three guan notes is equivalent to two or three months' salary.
"Then give me ten first."
"okay."
Seeing the butler hurried away with ten steamed buns, the crowd watching around him suddenly became excited.
"I'm afraid this is not a shill for the tea house, it's too fake."
"You have to find a better actor. If you take this and leave, you will be in the same group as the teahouse."
"I think so. I think I'm looking for someone who won't get any business."
Many onlookers still didn't believe it when they saw this scene. They always felt that it was a fraudulent deal.
However, the housekeeper just now was somewhat famous among the common people in the capital, and some of the servants and maids and housekeepers from wealthy families were also familiar to each other.
'It's not like it's fake. '
Suddenly, several more people came over to test.
After just one bite, their taste buds were captured immediately, and they immediately understood why the housekeeper left with the steamed buns.
This is for the adults at home.
The few people who were testing this time bought a batch without hesitation and left immediately.
The onlookers realized something was wrong.
I didn’t know many of the housekeepers just now, but I knew a lot of the new ones.
All of a sudden, there were more and more people, and the smell spread immediately.
It's just a difference of a dozen breaths, when someone talks about the smell.
The door of the teahouse was immediately surrounded.
"Get in line, get in line, there's enough in the store, we're all lined up." Immediately four or five young men came forward to call for order. There are also four or five waiters trying their best to meet the customers' purchasing needs.
Zhu Ying had already prepared these dozen boys.
"Master, it's been distributed, it's been distributed. There must be at least a hundred people. I don't know if we have prepared enough."
Uncle Zhang said with excitement.
"It's just an expected thing. Okay, you go down and help, don't let the crowd break the rules." Zhu Ying said calmly.
Zhu Ying was not surprised at all from the sparse reception before to the large number of guests now. Everything was under his control.
Far away in the street, a Jinyiwei leader wearing a Feiyu suit and an embroidered spring knife at his waist saw the lively scene and couldn't help but come over to check it out.
All matters in the capital, both overt and covert, are clearly controlled by Jin Yiwei.
Now that this crowd gathering has happened, it is natural to find out the reason.
If there is something important and the superiors ask about it, but the area under their jurisdiction does not know about it, then it would be a dereliction of duty.
The Jinyiwei of these days are not as wanton and reckless as they were in the middle and late Ming Dynasty, and they act more responsibly.
