After raising the emperor, he always wanted to marry me

During the few days of Lidong Festival, a few scattered snowflakes floated over Guangling Mansion.

The ice that falls on people's faces is cold, and it can't be piled up into a mountain or even a piece.

In the early morning, the crowds gradually began to gather in the street market, and the shops on the street were unloaded and opened. People pushing carts, selling vegetables, selling snacks, and selling raw fish were placed in their respective positions one after another.

Among the crowd, a man who was nine feet tall and as strong as a bear carried a wooden tabletop in one hand and a large bamboo basket in the other, walking across the street along the flow of people, like a natural barrier, closing The two aristocratic young masters guarded each other tightly.

On this trip, the father and son apparently only brought Xiong Hu with them.

He is also a coachman, a porter, and a guard.

And the beautiful name is that those who are capable work harder.

"My lord, let's put it here." Xiong Hu lowered the wooden table in his hand to the ground, and squeezed out a booth between a wonton booth and a pressed goods booth.

The climate in Huainan area is warm, and the folk customs are gentle. Most of the men are studying Chinese, and it is rare to see a big man like Xionghu who is as strong as a human wall.

The sound of the wooden table hitting the ground made the two neighboring stall owners involuntarily retreat to the two sides, making room for another three or four feet out of thin air.

Han Mochu politely greeted the stall owners on both sides, and took Gu Xiu's arm beside him to go around behind the wooden table.

A large soft cushion was laid on the floor, allowing the father and son to sit at the same time.

Xiong Hu unloaded the big basket on his back, bowed to Han Mochu with a snort, and said, "My lord, Old Xiong is going back first."

"Go back." Han Mochu replied with his eyes bent.

After finishing speaking, he took out the twenty or so bamboo carving pen holders in the basket, together with two sets of brushes and inkstones, and a roll of neatly cut rice paper protected by yellow paper, and placed them on the wooden table in the street.

These pens, inks, papers and inkstones are the goods that the three of them set up a stall to sell today.

It was Han Mochu's idea to set up a stall on the street.

Since Gu Xiu wants to prosper business, support family and enrich people's livelihood, at least he must know what business is.The quickest way to know what it means to be in business is to do two transactions yourself.

The stall opened, and the father and son sat on the floor.

Quietly waiting for the first business to come.

As the sun rose higher and higher, the flow of people in the market became denser.

All the shops and vendors opened up, but Han Mochu's stall was empty.

Xiaotuanzi sat in Gu Xiu's cloak with his little head exposed, and the food in his hands changed from sugar biscuits to mille-feuille cakes, and then to Sanding buns. His mouth was full of oil, but the pen holder on the wooden table was still the same. Not a single one was sold.

There are many scribes in Huainan, these pens, inks, papers and inkstones should have been very popular in the market.

But passers-by looked at Han Mochu and Gu Xiu's full-bodied demeanor, and couldn't tell what their origins were. They always felt that people of such character set up stalls on the street for sure not to make a living. Seeing that the things on the stalls were ordinary, maybe None of them are ordinary products, and they cost 800 taels of silver each.

"Daddy, Cheng'er is sleepy." Xiao Tuanzi, who had been sitting for an entire afternoon, finally protested, slipped out of Gu Xiu's coat, and hung it on Han Mochu's back.

"What time is it now, are you sleepy?" Han Mochu patted the little hands that were clinging to his body, and pulled Xiaotuanzi to his lap to sit down: "But you can't sit still?"

"Cheng'er is just sleepy." Xiaotuanzi stretched out his short hands and rubbed his eyelids desperately, then yawned fiercely: "You're sleepy."

"That's all." Han Mochu picked up Xiaotuanzi, who was huddled in his arms, and placed it in Gu Xiu's arms: "Yun Chi, send him back first, don't let him fall asleep on the way, he will catch a cold."

"I'm not going back!" Xiao Tuanzi stretched out a carp in Gu Xiu's arms, and hooked Han Mochu's neck again: "Daddy take me to play."

"Gu Yucheng, either go back to sleep, or sit quietly." Gu Xiu once again tried to establish the majesty of Jun father.

"I don't!" Xiaotuanzi clung to Han Mochu with arms and legs, grinning and crying: "I want Daddy to accompany me!"

"My lords, I don't think you two are habitual merchants who want to make small profits. It's hard for you to sit around such a small stall for a long time." The owner of the nearby grocery stall couldn't see it, Picking up a rattle from his own stall, he shook it to tease the little dumpling in Han Mochu's arms: "Young master, don't cry."

"I didn't cry!" Xiao Yucheng quickly wiped the corners of his eyes, puffed out his small chest and confronted the stall owner beside him: "I'm just sleepy!"

In this respect, he is very similar to his father, Gu Xiu.

Hard-spoken and thin-skinned, he is quite obsessed with his manhood.

He couldn't bear the tears when he was seen by such an unknown outsider.

"Yucheng, don't be rude to this gentleman." Han Mochu's voice became severe: "Apologies."

Xiao Yucheng also felt that he was in the wrong, and sat in the crook of Han Mochu's arms and saluted honestly: "Sir, you are rude."

"Young master speaks seriously, and the villain calls you sir." The stall owner returned a salute, and said decently: "Children's words are not taboo, so it's okay to do whatever you want."

Han Mochu, who had always been mentally sharp, was attracted by the stall owner's words, and couldn't help asking: "Your words are extraordinary, but you are also a reader?"

"I read it for a few years when I was young." The stall owner smiled helplessly: "It's just that according to my Da Zhou law, the son of a merchant is not allowed to be an official within five generations, and I can only do this for a living."

"As far as I know, this law has been abolished since the new emperor ascended the throne. If you still want to study, sir, you can also take the exam. Once you pass the imperial examination, you can naturally serve the country." Han Mochu sat in the crook of his arms Xiaotuanzi came to the grocery stall and carefully selected them

"My lord, you are joking. Since the emperor! The ancestor emperor said, 'Businessmen should not be officials, and officials must be corrupt'. Which chief examiner will touch this brow? Today's enthronement day is short, who knows when this decree will come again. Is it abolished? Most of the existing merchant officials in various places in my Great Zhou Dynasty are left behind by the previous dynasty. Even if they are as prominent as the Jiangnan Jin family, they are not as good as a seventh-rank county magistrate in terms of administration."

"What do you mean, Mr. Listen, that you are afraid that the order will not be fulfilled? Is it a waste of effort?" Han Mochu selected a few children's toys and put them in front of the stall owner: "Please do the math, how much money?"

"It's enough for these few little things, my lord, to give me two coins." The stall owner took the money with both hands, and chatted with that Han Mochu: "It's not that I'm afraid that the government will not be implemented. Since I ascended the throne, this place has been lazy. There are fewer and fewer mediocre officials in politics. It’s just that the son of a merchant enters the court as an official and can participate in politics. No one dares to set this precedent. You two have extraordinary identities, so I don’t feel like chatting with you, if you really know someone who can talk to you, then I’m not talking in vain today.”

"Since Mr. has the world in mind, there will be a day when what you want will come true." Gu Xiu, who had never spoken, stood aside, and nodded to the peddler.

***

The wind picked up in the afternoon, and some hawkers who had traveled a long way were afraid of catching up with the night road, so they closed their stalls one after another and went back.

Xionghu, who had slept in the inn all day, also arrived, carrying a table and a big basket, and walked into the returning crowd.

Xiaotuanzi was riding on Xionghu's broad neck, playing with the rattle that Han Mochu had bought at the stall.

The chubby little dumpling sat on Xionghu's back and firmly pawed Xionghu's forehead, like a rabbit that hasn't grown up.

Three years ago, Xiong Hu also became a father.

His daughter-in-law, who was nine years younger than him, gave birth to two bald boys, both white and fat.

Those two children, Han Mochu, met once before. They were clearly only three years old, but they were born two points taller than Yu Cheng.

Looking at the world, only Xiong Hu can give birth to such a strong son.

On the way home, Han Mochu asked as he walked, "Although no business has been done today, but after sitting in this market for a day, what can Yun Chi see?"

"What do you see?" Gu Xiu recalled today, he never noticed anything except the flow of the crowd.

"In this market, there are more people buying food than anything else, and the cheaper the food, the more people buy it." Han Mochu reminded: "Yunchi thinks there are more people buying food, what does that mean?"

"The more people buy food, it means that the people in my Great Zhou Dynasty are not rich and need food to feed their stomachs." Gu Xiu was pointed out by Han Mochu's words, and made inferences: "In addition to buying food, there is also winter. Those who buy firewood rarely even buy daily necessities, and the market looks prosperous, but in fact, the money in the pockets of the people is basically just enough to make ends meet.”

"Yunchi is right. People don't have enough pockets, so our pens, inks, papers and inkstones are not sold."

"Zi Ran can say it bluntly, was it the same in the Guangling area when you were a child?"

"I have always said bluntly that there were not so many people in the market when I was a child. Yunchi also heard that day, in the teahouses, restaurants and bookstores in Guangling Mansion, it was Yi Chi who was talking about it since I was a child. Mr. and Mrs.! The story of the Emperor Zu is still the same today. It seems that Yunchi and I really need to work harder, otherwise the world’s rumored Great Zhou Mingjun will still be Mr. and Mrs. Emperor Zu! .”

"Not only that, I also felt a lot about what the stall owner said today." Gu Xiu quickened his steps a little: "The son of a merchant cannot be an official, and the son of a merchant is still the son of a merchant. , there is no place to stand and turn around. Merchants are also the people of our Great Zhou, if things go on like this, if the country is going to be in trouble, why will there be merchants who come forward?"

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