On the morning of the tenth day of April, the officials from the palace's etiquette department came over to discuss etiquette matters with the chief.
Others probably don't need to be summoned for questioning alone, they can just stay there.
The memorized memorization was so familiar that in less than two-quarters of an hour, the people from the Ministry of Rites praised him and turned around to go back to the business.
People from the village finally came to Nanjing, so naturally they couldn't hang around in restaurants all the time. They all went out to visit.
Hire a car, the village elder gets up and sits on it, Zhu Wentian puts the money in the car together, and the others follow under the car.
Zhu Taiyi and four others were allowed to go home, and Zhou Zong led 20 guards to follow the village team.
Compared with other places, Nanjing seemed very prosperous. Zhu Yuanzhang wanted to see peace in the world and gave various discounts.
Merchants pay money when doing business, while ordinary people sell their own property for free.
Vegetable sellers usually find a bridge and set up their stalls on the roadside on the bridge. They wear a bamboo hat to protect themselves from the sun and have no scales. They only sell cucumbers and eggplants by their roots, and cilantro and celery by their handles.
Like selling cherries, you get a broken bowl and pay two for one penny. Depending on the quality of wild loquats, you can usually buy seven or eight for one penny.
There are also people selling things in the alleys. They are usually repeat customers and they all know what is sold in this alley. Otherwise, it is not as good as on the bridge. Who buys things exclusively in the alleys?
The doors and windows of the shops along the street are also open. It is hot now, and the tea shops are crowded.
For ordinary tea, you can get unlimited refills by throwing in a penny. If you want to drink good tea, go to the shop and choose.
Looking at the tea seller, Zhu Wentian clicked his tongue, so the team came to the place selling watermelon.
A donkey cart was pulling watermelons, which were covered with mugwort and had a refreshing fragrance when they were blocked from the sun.
Next to the car were several people carrying burdens selling cantaloupes, also covered with wormwood.
The watermelons are not big, and cost three cents each. You can pick them by yourself, and you won't be given any money to exchange for the raw ones. Let the seller pick them for four cents.
Someone bargained for seven cents to buy two, and they were given a choice. The ones they picked would be cut open a little for the buyer to see.
"Buy." Zhu Wentian only said one word, "It's so hot that I don't even have the heart to laugh anymore."
"Four people can eat one. Fifty-three people, including the driver, can buy fourteen for forty cents, okay?"
The headman calculated the price and negotiated with the melon seller. The more he bought, the cheaper it would be.
"Look at you wearing these clothes, how can you bear to let me lose money?" The melon seller had a sad face and was unwilling to pay two pennies.
The chief looked at everyone's clothes and looked distressed: "You can choose the forty-two coins for us."
"The pick costs four cents each. If you pay fourteen cents for fifty-five cents, if you want one cent less, I will pick it for you." The melon seller disagreed.
"Let's go and have a look in front. There should be some in front." Zhou Zong said from the side.
"No, forty cents, you choose it yourself. Don't blame me if you get it raw."
The melon seller was so anxious that he sold fourteen melons at once. He couldn't bear to part with the business.
"Okay, Hanhan, come here." The village chief nodded this time and gave up his position. He didn't know how to choose. Watermelons have never been grown in the village.
Zhu Wentian stepped forward, picked up a melon, looked at it, patted it casually, and showed it to the inside.
The head of the village took the watermelon knife and cut it open. When the flesh was sandy, he cut it a few times and gave it to the village elder first.
Zhu Wentian continued to pass the melons. Every time he cut the melons, they were full of pulp. After cutting fourteen of them, there was not a single bad or raw one.
Together with the hired driver, everyone ate the watermelon.
"Hanhan still has this ability?" Zhou Zong was surprised.
"The mountain god has blessed us. We are not stupid," the village chief emphasized.
"No, silly, hehehe!" Zhu Wentian nodded.
In fact, melons are basically ripe. Melon farmers grow their own melons. When selling them, they must choose ripe melons in the field.
He said that deliberately because he wanted to make more money. If someone else bought a raw melon, he would not give it in exchange, and others would not want to buy it.
Zhu Wentian mainly chooses the ones with or without sand. The advantage of the hot weather is that the melons are sweeter and the taste of the sand pulp is better.
On rainy days, the melon sellers will feel uncomfortable.
At this moment, the melon farmer was beaming. He didn't care what melon the other party picked. A group of people stayed here to eat, attracting more people to buy.
Even the cantaloupe seller next to him became popular and helped the buyers pick melons.
Zhu Wentian is collecting watermelon seeds. The village did not grow them before, but next year they can plant them, including cantaloupe. Otherwise, would you have to go to the county seat to eat a melon?
The friends helped collect them. They didn't know what Brother Hanhan was doing with them. It might be for speculation, but they just did what he did.
They didn't know that watermelons have special seed melons for harvesting seeds, but they are not produced locally because the seeds of local melons are too small.
After eating the melon, everyone felt physically and mentally happy and continued shopping. The driver enthusiastically explained the interesting things about which place, what was worth seeing, and whose food was delicious.
He followed suit and felt that he should work accordingly.
At the same time, he saw that these people were not born into wealthy families, but they just had good clothes and jewelry.
After walking for a while, at noon, the driver pointed ahead: "Go forward, there is Dayuanxing Yongshou Palace, now it is called Yongshou Palace. They said it was not good to mention Dayuan again, so they were all beaten away.
There are many foods sold there, including fresh fish and even beef. Some people sell the smoked chicken that was sold in the palace, but I don’t know if it tastes the same as what was eaten in the palace. "
"Okay, let's go there to eat." The mayor doesn't want to go back to Fuhua Building now. It's so far away, so we can wander around again and go back in the evening.
Zhu Wentian looked at the palace that would become Chaotian Palace in the future, but it was not as tall and grand as it would be in the future.
The village elder got off the car, and the driver took the car to a group of livestock carts nearby. The village chief helped pay five cents, and there were people here who specially helped to provide water and grass for a fee.
Five cents is the best. Before one cent, just pay attention to water and watch the animals and don't move around.
Everyone first chooses a place, which is a shop selling duck soup. They set up a table at the door and put a bench on it, and each person has a portion of duck soup.
The children took the copper coins and divided them into groups to buy other things, mainly because they were not familiar with them. If they knew someone’s house had something good, someone could help run errands.
Not long after, the children came back and bought fried buns, siomai, two smoked chickens, fried dried tofu, boiled broad beans, and six steamed fish.
The store that sells steamed fish asked where to eat it and told the children who bought it to just leave the plate there when they left and they could pick it up themselves.
Then everyone looked at the smoked chicken together. The coachman wondered why he was staring at the chicken like that.
Zhou Zong shook his head: "This is obviously smoked according to the method of smoking sausage, and it smells of firewood smoke. Brothers, eat it!"
He divided the two chickens directly and ate them among himself. People in Xiaqiu Village probably wouldn't like to eat them.
He gave the coachman a thigh and two wings. The coachman tasted it and was very happy: "Is this for the palace?"
"No, they say it's smoked over charcoal fire. The smoked chicken in the palace doesn't have a smoky smell."
One of the guards emphasized that he had eaten smoked chicken from the palace when he was in the Prince's Mansion, and when he went to Xiaqiu Village, he ate the chicken from Xiaqiu Village. The taste and texture were the same.
The people at Guanglu Temple are very serious about learning and don't dare to change it casually, just in case His Majesty doesn't like to eat it!
