Sky Qingming.

Dawn has just passed, and the sky has not yet been lit. Zhang Laosan has already got up and prepared to sell tofu today.

He is an ordinary tofu hawker in Beijing. The ancestor uploaded a ancestral house, so that he had a meager income and had a landed place at the foot of the emperor of Beijing. It was precisely because of this old house.

Only the hawkers can say that the last door is pretty good, and the daughter -in -law also gave him two children and one daughter.

There are too many children, and the family adds Ding. It was a good thing, but this also means that Zhang Lao San must work harder to sell tofu.

According to the usual habits, he got up to make tofu during dawn and make tofu. It happened to be dawn. When the sky was not fully lit.

While at this time he picked tofu to go to the market, some princes would wait early. As for some large households, he would send it to the door by himself.

"The prince is married today, and I don't know if the business on the early set will be better."

Zhang Laosan picked up the burden of flatness, and he took the strong and heavy tofu on his head, muttered.

For ordinary people like him, the prince is too far away from him, and he has no concept at all.

The only thing that may have a substantial impact on his life is that there are many people in the prince's wedding meeting. There are more people in the capital, and he will sell better.

Well, no matter where you make, three meals a day are indispensable. Since you want to eat, you should not eat a few more tofu, so that he can sell a few more tofu.

Thinking of this, Zhang Laosan went out of the yard.

Opening the door, Zhang Laosan looked up and saw both sides of the street, five meters per job. Each position was standing in a Jinyiwei wearing a double -winged geese, holding the embroidered spring knife.

The streets are long. From the streets to the end of the street, Zhang Lao San, who lives in the middle of this street, can't see both ends of the street, and you can't see the Jinyiwei full of Jin Yiwei standing on this street.

"Go out to do business?" A stand -in Jinyiwei was assigned at the door of Zhang Lao San's house. He glanced at Zhang Lao San, who picked a flat burden, and greeted him with a smile.

Zhang Laosan only heard that the Jinyiwei of the East Factory was all the firewood dogs who did not vomit their bones, but as a civilian, he never had experience in dealing with Jin Yiwei.

It was just the two -winged geese on the other side's clothes, and the embroidered spring knife in the waist made Zhang Laosan feel afraid.

"Ah, this bad master, me, can I go? I sell tofu, I need to rush to the early set."

Zhang Laosan's intestines who said so are about to regret it. I knew that I couldn't get out of the stall today.

The Jin Yiwei smiled, looked up at the blue and gray sky, and said, "Go back, let's go early today, but no one will go."

Zhang Laosan's heart mentioned his throat, and he had any effort to think about what this sentence meant, but he said, "Hey, good, thank you Master, the villain go back."

"I persuade you, don't go out today, just don't come out when the sky is falling."

Before Zhang Laosan closed the door, he heard the words of this Jin Yiwei, but felt suspicious.

Isn't it the big wedding of His Royal Highness today, how can it fall?

But no matter what, he had made up his mind. He never went out today and could not be killed.

Zhang Laosan's door creaked.
Chapter completed!