However, Mu Jianzhang hawked for a long time, but he didn't sell even a piece of soap.
No one even cares.
The guy selling steamed buns next to him couldn't stand it anymore and reminded him, "Little brother, what are you using this soap for?"
"Used for washing face and hands and bathing."
Someone finally asked a question, and Mu Jianzhang became more energetic and hurriedly explained: "You only need to use it once to wash it very white."
"Just like you, you look dark, but it's not your skin that's dark, but your face that's covered in dust. Over time, it turns dark."
"Wash it with soap once, and I guarantee you will be white..."
"You actually called me evil?"
The guy's face turned dark immediately, "Your whole family is the only one who is dark."
"A piece of face wash is selling for two thousand taels of silver. Why don't you go and grab it?"
"It would be surprising if it could be sold."
"I……"
Mu Jianzhang was speechless for a while.
Was that wrong?
It seems that this is what they usually say, and none of the brothers dare to resist.
They said they were black, so they just took out soap and washed them, and then they turned white.
Why is it different in Yinan County?
"I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you. Just sell it yourself slowly."
The bun seller cleaned up the stall and left, cursing fools. Even a fool would not spend so much money to buy a piece of soap.
Gudong!
Mu Jianzhang swallowed.
Baozi is gone, what will you eat?
It was getting darker and darker, and I still had no place to live.
What to do?
Mu Jianzhang was a little anxious.
You can't just rob it, right?
If he was beaten, word got out that the young master of his dignified prince and master was so hungry that he went to rob him and was beaten with a bruised nose and face. I really can't afford to shame that person.
The key is that he still has a hundred bars of soap with him.
It hurts people.
If someone were to rob me, I might not be able to complete the task assigned by my husband.
He rubbed his belly and continued setting up the stall.
However, at this time, a group of officers and soldiers came.
He scolded him coldly, "Didn't you say you came to the county town to hang out? Why did you start doing business?"
"Pay the fee."
"Pay a fee? What fee?"
Mu Jianzhang said confused.
"Ah!"
The officer and soldier sneered, "I bet this is your first time doing business? You don't even know how to pay a toll when entering the city."
"Not much, just two copper coins."
"I, I have no money."
Mu Jianzhang asked, "Can you wait until I sell a piece of soap before paying?"
"Sell your ass."
The officer said impatiently: "A piece of crap like yours is sold for two thousand taels of silver. Do you think everyone else is a fool?"
“Who will buy your stuff?”
"Hurry up and pay it. If you don't pay it, put the stall away and get out of the city."
"I'll close the stall. I'll close the stall now."
Mu Jianzhang did not dare to challenge these officers and soldiers, so he could only close up his stall.
In fact, there was nothing to pack, just a linen garment with two soaps on it. This was his stall, nothing more.
"I remember you. If I find you setting up a stall to do business again, you must pay me money."
The officer and soldier said coldly: "If you can't pay the money, I will take off your clothes to pay off the debt."
"Yes Yes."
Mu Jianzhang nodded in agreement and left in a hurry.
But where to go?
How to sell soap without setting up a stall?
It's definitely not possible to open a shop. I don't have the capital at all.
How are soaps sold in Beijing?
Mu Jianzhang was thinking as he walked.
By the way, in the capital, soap was first spread among the ladies.
Only those rich ladies are willing to spend money on their faces and bodies to please their masters.
Who is the most expensive in Yinan County?
She is obviously the county magistrate's wife.
Mu Jianzhang found the correct direction and headed straight for the county government.
As a result, he was stopped as soon as he arrived at the door. After explaining his purpose, he was immediately kicked away.
He was also called a stinker.
A mere stinky gangster wants to see the wealthy county magistrate's wife. Who can give him the face?
When he stepped forward, the slaves immediately took out sticks and wanted to hit him with sticks.
Mu Jianzhang's small body could not withstand this and fled again.
The county magistrate's wife couldn't be seen, so he had to settle for the next best thing. Mu Jianzhang went to the wealthy families in the county town.
How to determine which people are big investors?
Very simple.
Blue bricks and black tiles, a large courtyard with rich doors.
Those who can afford this kind of house in the county are considered wealthy households.
However, Mu Jianzhang knocked on the doors of three houses in succession, but was kicked out all the time.
The last one went even further. He released a big black dog and chased him for two miles, almost losing the soap.
After getting rid of the black dog completely, Mu Jianzhang smelled the fragrance.
The food is delicious.
There is a restaurant next to it, and the aroma wafts out from there.
Although the Dawei Dynasty had customs regarding city gates, there was no curfew.
Restaurants, inns, Goulan, Jiaofangsi, etc. are all very lively.
Talk about things during the day, go to a restaurant for a drink at night, and then go to Jiaofangsi or Goulan to rest in a daze after drinking. It's the Dawei Dynasty version of one-stop service.
In this way, things will be considered completely secure.
Mu Jianzhang smelled the fragrance, and his stomach growled unsatisfactorily again.
He wanted to go in, but touched his pocket.
It was empty inside.
I could only hold back my steps and swallowed.
Just as he was about to leave, he noticed a beggar walking next to him.
He was dressed in tatters, holding a pottery bowl with a large hole in his hand, and a wooden stick in the other hand.
Walking outside the restaurant shivering with bare feet.
After a while, a waiter came out with a pottery bowl and gave the beggar some leftovers.
The beggar kept bowing and being grateful.
Then he walked to Mu Jianzhang.
It's relatively remote there and won't affect the business of other restaurants.
Sitting on the ground, I didn't even take the chopsticks, I just started grabbing the food with my hands, and it tasted delicious.
Gudong!
Mu Jianzhang couldn't help it.
Since he can get food, he should be able to too.
Having made up his mind, Mu Jianzhang stood at the entrance of the restaurant and waited.
After a while, the waiter came out again.
He looked Mu Jianzhang up and down and asked doubtfully, "Where is your bowl?"
"I don't have a bowl."
"Then take it with your hands. It's all leftovers and it's not hot."
"I don't eat leftovers."
"Don't want leftovers?"
The waiter was stunned for a moment, looked at Mu Jianzhang again and asked, "Aren't you a beggar?"
"no."
Mu Jianzhang said.
"If you're not a beggar, why are you standing here?"
The waiter said angrily: "You have hands and feet, do you still expect our restaurant to give you fresh meals?"
"Get out of here quickly, don't delay our business."
"Then he...?"
Mu Jianzhang pointed to the beggar next to him who had just finished his meal.
"He is a beggar."
The waiter corrected him: "And what's wrong with someone running around with our restaurant's sign all day long and eating some leftovers?"
"What did you do again?"
"I……"
Mu Jianzhang was choked.
"Get out now, otherwise, I will have your legs broken and you thrown outside the city."
The waiter said coldly.
He shouted several times inside, and immediately two sturdy men came out carrying wooden sticks.
Mu Jianzhang could only turn around and leave.
My stomach growled unsatisfactorily again.
I haven't eaten all day, I've traveled such a long way, and as night falls, the weather turns cold.
Mu Jianzhang felt like he was about to die.
But when he thought of Zheng Tu and other brothers who were still under house arrest in Xiping Village, they could only grit their teeth and persist.
I'll sell soap somewhere else tomorrow.
As long as he sells one piece, he will have two thousand taels of silver, and at least he will have enough food, clothing, housing and transportation.
Mu Jianzhang found a dilapidated corner and huddled up all night.
Before dawn the next day, he was awakened by the sound of rapid footsteps.
He stood up, rubbed his eyes, and saw slovenly beggars one after another carrying old pottery bowls heading east.
He kept shouting, "Miss Hu's family is giving out porridge again. Everyone, hurry up and drink. It will be gone if it's too late."
One after another, the homeless beggars were awakened and headed towards the porridge shack built by Mr. Hu.
"Is there porridge?"
Mu Jianzhang's eyes also lit up.
After adjusting my clothes a little, I followed the beggar group.
After twists and turns, we finally arrived at the porridge shed.
It was so crowded there that everyone rushed forward screaming.
The person serving the porridge doesn't care. Whenever he sees someone reaching for the bowl, he will pour a ladle into it.
Mu Jianzhang was so hungry that his eyes lit up when he saw the porridge.
But when he saw the sloppy beggars in front of him, who still exuded an unpleasant stench, Mu Jianzhang didn't even dare to squeeze in. He even pinched his nose and took two steps back to distance himself from those people.
Even so, he was knocked several times by the beggars rushing from behind.
Almost fell.
Even the shoes were squeezed off and kicked so hard that they couldn't be seen.
"Stop squeezing, everyone, please stop squeezing, my shoes have been squeezed off."
Mu Jianzhang roared.
A beggar who just passed by looked back at him and said angrily: "You are a grown man, where did you get this child?"
"Don't you think about how to set the stage when you lie?"
"Are you going to make porridge?"
"If you don't want to make porridge, just go aside. Don't delay us from making porridge."
As he said that, the beggar pushed Mu Jianzhang.
Mu Jianzhang lost his balance and bumped into the beggar behind him.
The man glared angrily and pushed him too.
Mu Jianzhang was like a rubber ball being pushed around by beggars and homeless people, but he was actually pushed to the front.
The person serving the porridge was a young woman wearing a pretty gauze skirt.
She has a slim figure and a slim waist.
Even though she was separated from the porridge bucket, she could still smell the fragrance coming from her body.
Naihe was wearing a veil and couldn't see clearly what he looked like.
I saw her scooping up a ladle of porridge and asked crisply, "Where's your bowl?"
