Edo Traveler

  Chapter 356 59. Eating barbecue meets sales promotion

  Matsuhira Qishen, whose precious name is one hundred thousand shige, and Chungemon of 2,400 shiqimoto, naturally do not need to stare at the recruitment site all the time, but also register with a pen. All of these things were left to the shogunate clerk's staff to do it. Chuemon can read the book once a day, and that would be considered very diligent.

  Looking at the bustling crowd at the door, Chungemon was also idle, so he simply went out to stroll around. Hachioji Town is the same as the inland towns on the next mainland. There is only a Koshu street in the middle of the town. The buildings of the town are basically arranged along both sides of this “provincial road”.

  Citizens’ homes and shops were scattered in the meantime, but there were no people in this meeting. The whole Hachioji people, exaggeratedly said, half lined up at the conscription office to register, and half were on the way to the conscription office. Since Chuemon relaxed the blood relationship standard, this Hachioji, which man doesn't want to try.

  Because of the crowds, a few shopkeepers who walked along the streets and shops in the town were also gathered. They were all set up stalls outside the conscription office, and it happened to be the market on the 15th. The people in the mountains needed to go down the mountain to buy the necessities of life such as salt, as well as bits and pieces similar to needles, needles, and brains.

  There is basically no such thing as cash in the so-called transaction. Large-scale cash circulation is mainly concentrated in big cities and the castle towns of various domains. The general equivalent for ordinary people to buy and sell is rice. As long as the world does not fall apart and the world perishes, rice will never be worthless in Japan.

  How many things can be exchanged for one liter of rice, as you go, you may be able to exchange two more in famine years. Now it is a normal year and there is no big fluctuation. Both the hawker and the common people have an account in their hearts. You have to say that farmers have never studied, but they are extraordinarily talented in counting these things.

  An auntie took an eight or nine-year-old girl. The little girl held a straw bag in her arms, which was obviously filled with rice. Auntie is bargaining with a salesman, probably because he thinks that the salesman is holding more rice. The auntie was unwilling to forgive, and saw a red rope wrapped around the man's shoulder, she just pulled a piece of it, not too long, like two palms pressed together.

  The hawker was just about to shout that he couldn't pull it anymore, and the red-headed rope was bitten and pulled by the auntie's mouth, which was just right. He hummed at the merchandiser and tied it to his little girl, causing the little girl to laugh.

  "Do you want to eat grilled rice balls?" Chungemon asked Matsudaira Qixuan when he saw a vendor grilling something.

   "I have no money!"

  Little Overlord is so real, I don’t love money at all, I have never touched money in my life, really!

   "I have." Chuemon drew out his sleeve and took out a lot of money, enough for two people.

  The man squatting by the square stove grilling skewers saw Chuemon and two people approaching, just as the Edo samurai who came to recruit people, and quickly put down the skewers in his hand and bowed his head in salute. Songping Qixuan waved his hand and asked him to quickly finish the skewers.

One hundred and fifty years later, the pattern of grilling skewers in a square stove was given a high-end, high-end name, called "Rootaya". The Japanese are really good at packaging and weaving it for him. After hundreds of years of life, I finally made a fool of myself on the Michelin Tire List.

  As for now, the hawker squatted by the fire, and Chuemon and Chisun Matsudaira held a soy sauce plate, like beggars, leaning against the wall and waiting to eat.

  The so-called roasted rice ball is to grab the glutinous rice that has just been steamed, hold it in your hand and squeeze it hard, and finally form a spindle-shaped rice ball on a wooden stick. Generally, there are two ways to eat it. One is light rice balls, which are roasted on the surface and fragrant, soft inside, and eaten with soy sauce. There is also a kind of Shinshu miso. To put it bluntly, it is eaten with soy sauce, each with its own taste.

  But well, the Japanese are very fancy, their favorite is to order food without a menu. You can eat whatever the chef does. If there is a chef today, you can do it. If you love it or not, some people want to come.

  The same is true for the hawkers, but at any rate the two Tademons are high-ranking Edo samurai. They are quite sensible. Before you bake them, you know you have to ask, if you two can eat them.

  Very good. Chuemon is not picky eaters, so there are not too many taboos. The first thing the hawker grilled was shiitake mushrooms, the so-called red umbrellas and white poles. After eating, they lie down on the mushrooms.

  Shiitake mushrooms are expensive and fresh in Edo. In a ditch surrounded by mountains like Hachioji, their value plummets by more than ten times. Two halved shiitake mushrooms were roasted on a wooden stick. After roasting, there was indeed a tempting aroma. The vendor lifted the shiitake mushrooms, and Chugoemon first took a bite. About a minute later, shit! No, Matsudaira Qixuan picked up the other half and dipped it in soy sauce.

  Hey, there is no way to bring ten drug testers when you go out, even if you watch the store roast, Songping Qixuan also abides by this rule!

   "Yes, it's a bit of a local flavor!" The grilled shiitake mushrooms, which were slightly cooled, were praised by Matsudaira.

   "The countryside naturally has the benefits of the countryside." Chuemon nodded.

   "Two adults, this is eggplant. Be careful."

  The hawker handed over another bunch of eggplants. Everyone who has eaten barbecue should understand the eggplant stuff. On the surface, it looks harmless to humans and animals, but the eggplant meat in the middle is very hot. If you bite directly with a big mouth, be sure to burn your mouth.

  Unexpectedly, Xiaobawang was scalded~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The food that we Xiaobawang used to eat was semi-hot food after a drug test. It is rare to eat hot food, and it almost didn't contain it.

  Tadaemon hurriedly brought him a teacup, which contained cold spring water. It was sent by the town party, but I don’t know where it came from. It tastes good anyway.

The two were eating happily. A middle-aged man with the appearance of a farmer leaned forward. Chuemon thought he was going to beg for a meal or something, but he unexpectedly took out a roll of things from the back basket behind him and unfolded it. Take a look.

  Silk!

   "Look at the two masters, this is a good-quality Koshu silk woven silk, which is better than other places." Good guy, it turned out to be a salesman.

   "Well, it's okay, it's a bit worse than Beijing silk." Songping Qi declared whether the silk silk silk that had been worn for more than 20 years was a good thing. You don't even need to get started.

   To put it plainly, it is the so-called "eyesight." Some experts in treasure appraisal call it "some half of a picture", and they can distinguish the authenticity by just looking at a half of the picture. It is because I have watched a lot. I have seen thousands of items and have a wealth of experience. I can get an overview of a thing at a glance. Ordinary people don't have so much knowledge, just a bit short.

  This farmer is a wise man, knowing that Chuemon and Matsudaira have this spending power.

  (End of this chapter)