"Chief Zhu, do you want lanterns? How many can I hang for you?" The Shangyuan County government officials pushed carts to the door of the box lunch restaurant, and the leader asked the chief who was standing outside the door.
"We have our own beautiful glazed lamps. Let's hang them up for others! Wait a minute."
The manager said and went in, and after a while he brought Hanhan out. He held a watermelon in his arms, and Hanhan held one in each hand.
"Eat some watermelon." The manager put the watermelon on the car.
"Hey! You're welcome, Mr. Zhu. We won't miss the benefits of taking Qiucun." The leading Yamen officer happily handed over his hands.
"If you don't eat it, it will go bad over time." The mayor waved his hand, and the government officials continued to hang the lanterns.
"Nanjing is even more beautiful this year," the head said to Hanhan.
According to the news from Zhu Cang and Zhu Biao, this year the palace will pay for people to make lanterns and send them to various places in Nanjing.
The palace has money, and wants to let the people witness the prosperous Ming Dynasty. At the same time, it can find jobs for the people, tie lanterns, paste paper of various colors, and pay wages.
Hang them up now and then light them up on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. There will also be an official organized lantern setting activity on the Qinhuai River.
"There are so many festivals in a year, but it always feels like only a few days have passed! It's just one festival."
The manager looked at the shopping queue diagonally across the street, shook his head, and pulled Hanhan inside.
At noon, people eating box lunches came over and lined up in a very orderly manner. No one dared to make trouble. Even those who came from other places to find a way to survive would be warned that they must be honest when entering the area of Xiaqiu Village.
These people don't dare to be dishonest. The purpose of the route they drive is to visit relatives. In fact, they have no relatives. The wages of working in Nanjing are high, and if they work for a year and a half, they will be better off than the people around them.
The premise is that you must live frugally, and consumption in Nanjing is higher than elsewhere.
If there was no place to live, we would just bring our blankets and find a sheltered corner at night, where a few or a dozen people would rest together.
When the weather gets hotter, you can lie down anywhere, preferably by the river. You can also wash your face and take a bath at night when there are no women around.
Of course, the most cost-effective place to eat is at a place that sells bento boxes. You can choose from several dishes and the money is low.
People who do hard work spend two cents to buy three of the worst cooking cakes, and another cent to buy enough pickles for several days, which is not enough.
The vegetables in the lunch box are fried in oil and a bowl of soup is provided. Normally, you can eat until you are eighty-fourths full, but this is about the same. You will be unable to work after eating for a while.
As a result, there was not enough space to eat in the lunch box restaurant. Those who came first had a seat, and those who came later packed their meals and found a place where they could squat or stand. If they were not full, they could bring back some more.
Some people even finish their shopping here and take it to the dock to eat. While eating, they wait for the food to be served and let the people in the store press the food hard. They also pack as many dishes as possible so that they don’t have to come back to add more.
When work is over, the tableware is returned to the store. No one hides it secretly, and no one throws it away.
Someone is watching nearby, hide it and won’t use it later? If you throw it, if someone catches it, you will be beaten first.
There are even people at the pier who are willing to deliver tableware to everyone. The tableware for dozens of people is loaded into a small car and pushed to the lunch box restaurant.
The bento shop will give away something every time, even if the person giving it away doesn’t want it, they just want to maintain the shop.
Everyone who comes here to eat knows that the store in Xiaqiu Village is closed immediately, and there is no hope of making money from selling box lunches.
"There are more and more people, why don't we open a branch?" The manager and Hanhan went into the tent to put salt water for the bees, and found that the number of people eating box lunches had nearly doubled.
"We have to recruit apprentices, and we can't spend all our manpower on this. Then we don't have to open branches and send people to push carts to sell everywhere.
People who can come to our restaurant to eat do not need to sit down to eat. In the past, when our village worked in the fields and we did not eat breakfast, our families would make it and deliver it to the farm, usually when it was time to eat.
Who moved the tables and stools to the land at that time? He ate just that and survived. "
Zhu Wentian said as he squatted down and picked off a cucumber that was about to fall to the ground. If the seeds are not left, it cannot be allowed to continue to grow.
The cucumbers left for seeding are always the ones at the bottom. They usually grow big and look good. Use a straw rope or something to mark them on the seedlings and they cannot be picked.
"It's true. It's convenient for both parties to find someone to sell where others work." The manager found that the naive method was better.
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Outside the Donghua Gate, Zhu Biao brought people with a cart to pick up meals, staring at the tent group in a daze.
I snatched away the children's toys a few days ago and I haven't returned them yet. I thought I would ask a craftsman to make more copies as compensation.
As a result, the craftsman said that there was no problem in other aspects, but the clockwork could not be made, whether it was iron or steel, it just didn't work.
When he was feeling regretful, he thought it was a child's toy that he hadn't taken away, and then today he saw a man kicking back and forth in front of the car as the car moved along the track.
He promised that he could see clearly. The person who was kicking had his feet not touching the ground. What was this?
"Your Highness is here? We are about to have dinner." The village elder saw Zhu Biao arriving and said hello.
"Grandpa Six, what is that?" Zhu Biao went straight to the point.
"Prince asked about the chain and flywheel? Didn't we build a workshop similar to the one in the village not too far away?
Build a human-driven car according to the drawings provided by someone. Your Highness, do you think it is more convenient than pushing and pulling?
The flywheel sleeve bearing is connected to the chain. The chain is also a flywheel sleeve bearing. People can move forward as long as they pedal.
It’s easier than walking, but there’s nothing I can do about it. People in Xiaqiu Village are getting lazy. It’s just a few steps away, alas…”
The village elder briefly explained the structure. There are tracks and there is no need for shock absorbers.
The workshop is located two miles away, to the south of the tent area. The sound of blacksmithing does not disturb people. Now there is a lot of movement in the imperial city during the day, and the palace is being built!
"Thank you, Grandpa Six, for your advice. You guys eat first, and I'll go take a look." Zhu Biao walked over there.
The track is laid from Chaoyang Gate to this side and then to the workshop. The loading and unloading speed is very fast. Previously, people used ropes to pull it, just like pulling fiber.
I actually changed it today, all because of laziness.
He waited a moment while they were riding back from the workshop. The mine car behind them contained people who worked in the workshop and came back for dinner.
When he got closer, the cyclist put his hands on a pole under the handlebar. The outer layer of leather on the wheel was close to the inside of the wheel. He slid forward a little distance and stopped.
Zhu Biao looked at the car, then looked back at the car he pushed, and suddenly felt that his car was no longer good.
"Hello, His Royal Highness." "His Royal Highness is here!"
The people in the car jumped out of the car and greeted Zhu Biao one after another. They no longer kneeled and just bowed slightly.
"If you're not busy eating, tell us how you stopped? Is it different from what we suggested?" Zhu Biao discovered the problem.
"Your Highness, you are pushing pad brakes, but now we are using rim brakes, and there is another type that is placed on the axle, called hub brakes.
The first one is inconvenient to put on this car, and the last one has a great impact on the axle. Our axles are expensive, and rim brakes are easy to use as long as the inner ring is smooth. "
The cyclist got off the car and pointed to three different locations to explain to Zhu Biao.
"Let's give it a try." Zhu Biao observed and stepped on one of the pedals. It felt similar to a stirrup. He rode up with one leg and couldn't turn the handle. He rode forward.
Someone will help turn the switch at the front, otherwise we will rush into Donghua Gate. This track is connected to the Prince's Mansion. After turning the switch, go straight forward and there is a steering wheel.
When the car entered, Zhu Biao stopped, someone helped him to turn, and he rode towards the workshop again.
(End of chapter)
