The heavens start with letting the bullets fly

Chapter 847

Are you kidding me? Are you going to go back to the existing track again? As a time traveler, Chen Zhao kept the original track and waited for Xiaobai to come to the door. Such passive actions are completely disgraceful to the time traveler!

Besides, he has been emperor for several times, why does he still go to Qingyu Hall to sit there to see a doctor?How can I bear my temper!
Li Gongfu frowned, and said: "Since you don't want to practice medicine, then the accountant at the shopkeeper of Hongji Building is getting older and less energetic, why don't I tell you that you can become an apprentice?" Already!"

Chen Zhao laughed and said, "Brother-in-law, you don't have to worry about me. Don't worry, I will definitely be able to do a good job in my career."

He stood up and thought, and said with a smile: "The weather today is fine, the wind is breezy and the sun is beautiful. I'll go out for a stroll."

He didn't care about Li Gongfu and Xu Jiaorong's shouts, and quickly walked out of the house.

Although his sister and brother-in-law were noisy, it was for his own good, and he appreciated it.

But he possesses all-powerful martial arts, so he should want to get in touch with gods, Buddhas, and monsters earlier, and learn more supernatural powers of flying into the sky and escaping from the ground, so why would he want to waste it in the cashiers of mere shops!

Qiantang County is a county town in Hangzhou Prefecture. With hundreds of years of development, it has become very prosperous. Liu Yong, a famous poet at the time, once praised Hangzhou's prosperity and prosperity: "The southeast is beautiful, the three Wu cities, Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times, and the smoke and willow paintings The bridge is covered with wind and green curtains, and there are 10 houses here and there. Clouds and trees surround the dike and sand, raging waves roll up the frost and snow, and the sky is boundless. The city is lined with pearls, and the households are filled with Luoqi, competing for luxury."

Walking on the street, I feel that the market is indeed very bustling. There are many shops on both sides, people come in and out, shouting and bargaining are constantly heard in my ears, and the business of nail salons is so prosperous.

Hangzhou, attached to Guotang County, Qiantang County, has a rich and colorful market culture. Along the way, there are various acrobatics and magic performances on the street, as well as chest-breaking boulders or dancing knives and guns. There is also a relatively 'high-end' competitive entertainment such as sumo wrestling.

The street is clean and tidy, and people are coming and going.

After experiencing many worlds, Chen Zhao rarely experienced this mortal life. At this time, he squinted his eyes and enjoyed the strong atmosphere of the market, and felt that it was okay to live in such an ordinary life.

After turning two streets, I was suddenly blocked by people, watching the excitement. This is a tradition that has been passed down since ancient times, and this place is no exception.

The inner three floors and the outer three floors were completely blocked. Chen Zhao originally planned to go around and continue shopping, but immediately heard someone shouting loudly:

"What are you hiding escaped slaves from? No one can believe your empty-mouthed nonsense!!"

"Second steward, second steward, the little lard was fooled, and in a moment of confusion, he took the silver and ran to Wanjia store. The small silver was given to the owner of Wanjia store to open the store..."

Chen Zhao frowned, and politely asked a passer-by, "May I ask this big brother, what happened inside to make it so lively!"

Xu Xian, who was possessed by Chen Zhao, looked like a white-faced scholar, frail and delicate, and was cleanly dressed. The person being questioned did not dare to neglect, and lowered his voice pretending to be mysterious:

"This young man invited you. You don't know. The fourth shopkeeper in this store is a runaway slave from the owner of the Sihai Trading Company in Hangzhou Prefecture. He was recognized on the street and someone came to him. Tsk tsk, I said, how does this store do business?" So prosperous, it turns out that I shared the stolen silver with the fugitive slave, so I have a large amount of capital, today's retribution will come!"

Chen Zhao thanked him, thought for a while, and squeezed in.

Although according to Song law, servants and maids are not the property of the master's family, they are paid workers.

But there are exceptions to everything. Some families suffered a disaster and were willing to sell themselves to the master’s family, so they became their slaves. If the slave escaped and was caught, the government would not even give a heavy sentence after the master’s death. Let it go, and those who harbor escaped slaves, according to the Song law, are considered to be stealing cattle and horses, and the crime is increased by three points.

The law is a tool for the ruling class, so it is natural how it is beneficial to the ruling class.

According to the meaning of the words in it, the fugitive slave even brought money out, harbored the fugitive slave and even distributed the stolen goods privately, this crime has to be added a little more.

At the gate of the shop, a young man knelt on the ground and begged repeatedly, while a middle-aged man in a satin gown and four big men stood opposite him.

Standing next to the young man was a fat man with an anxious face, dressed like a shopkeeper. Behind him was a young man of sixteen or seventeen, who looked pretty good, similar to the shopkeeper, and looked like a father and son. These two are really at a loss.

The shopkeeper just shouted in panic: "How could it be a runaway slave, how could it be a runaway slave, this Wang Ping has a document issued by the village, and a letter of guarantee from his relatives in Qiantang, why..."

The middle-aged man sneered, "I have documents from the prefect of Huzhou here. The evidence is solid. If you say he is not a fugitive slave, is he not a fugitive slave?"

At this time, Chen Zhao had squeezed into the innermost circle, folded his hands on his chest, and looked at the scene in front of him meaningfully.

Listening to the chatter around him, Chen Zhao roughly understood the cause and effect.

Simply put, this shop is called Chen's Inn.It was established not long ago, but the business is very prosperous. It can be said that it is making money every day. Two months ago, I found a young man from Huzhou, named Wang Ping.

This person said that he was from Huzhou, his family suffered a disaster and couldn't survive, so he had no choice but to come to Qiantang County, Hangzhou Prefecture to join his relatives. The relatives knew the shopkeeper of the Chen family, so they introduced him here as a clerk.

This Wang Ping was industrious and capable, with a sharp tongue, and his relatives were old friends who had issued a guarantee document. In addition, there was a shortage of people in the store, so he was recruited.

After this Wang Ping entered the store, he got started quickly and treated people very kindly. Everyone liked him very much.

The shopkeeper saw that this was a talented person, so he planned to keep him, and gave him the title of third shopkeeper, and gave him half of the share, letting him work in the shop.

One must know that the business of this shop is really booming, with more than a hundred taels of silver in daily income, this Wang Ping is extremely grateful to the shopkeeper, and works even harder.

As a result, the second steward of Yongsheng Warehouse came to the door today, saying that Tang Ping was a fugitive slave who escaped from the owner's house of the Sihai Trading Company, and when he escaped, he brought 100 taels of gold and a few pieces of jade with him. .

Wang Ping said that he was from Huzhou, and the owner and shopkeeper of the Four Seas Trading Company in Hangzhou Prefecture were also from Huzhou. The two stewards also came to Hangzhou Prefecture recently.

It seemed that the second manager and Wang Ping, who kept kowtowing, spoke similar dialects.

"Wang Ping, I don't treat you kindly...you don't come here to spout blood, what money, when you came here, how could you have any money on you?

Shopkeeper Chen's face was full of anger, and he stuttered a bit when he spoke.
When Wang Ping heard this, he took a few steps on his knees and hugged shopkeeper Chen's thigh, crying at the top of his voice, "Boss Chen, you can't say that. Punching copper coins and breaking half of them, isn't it recorded in the account face to face?"

"Nonsense... nonsense, half of the ingredients cost more than 1000 taels, and this shop is only 6000 taels now. If you really want to use money to invest in shares...Chen Hai, Chen Hai, bring us the general ledger."

Turning back to Wang Ping, he said, "Since you said it was in the account, let's take a good look to see if there is any!"

After hearing this, the seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy hurried back to the store, and after a while he brought out an account book.

But his face turned pale. Shopkeeper Chen took the account book and turned a few pages. His face changed drastically, his lips trembled, and he stood there dumbfounded. The account book in his hand also slipped to the ground.

The middle-aged man walked up to Shopkeeper Chen, picked up Zhang Pu and looked at it for a while, with a big arc on his mouth, and said loudly with a smile: "November 25th of the second year of Huangyou, Wang Ping paid 20 taels of gold and copper coins. [-] guan as a share, get [-] guan as a discount..."

(End of this chapter)