It was three minutes rain last night, and it was very sunny this morning.

In the morning after the rain, there were a burst of comfortable moisture in the air.

The bright and colorful sunshine penetrates through the prosperous leaves on both sides of the road, falling on the ground with colorful mottled spots.

The sun shines on earth, and the people dare not be idle.

The streets of the capital were already crowded with people, and those who were doing business had opened their doors and those who were looking for a job went out to the streets. The old man took his grandson out for a walk to buy vegetables.

Gradually, the fragrance of food, the sound of speaking, the laughter of children, etc. collided together and turned into a picture of living and life full of flavors.

The population of the capital has always been the densest in the world. Among this lively street scene, Chang'an Street is undoubtedly the most lively.

Even today's Chang'an Street is no longer enough to describe it as the word "live". It's completely full of people.

There are people on the street, with shoulders densely connected by shoulders, and there are people wearing all kinds of clothes. There are old shopkeepers, young men, scholars in long gowns, and people with short dressings.

In addition to people, there are Jinyiwei. Jinyiwei in flying fish suits, led by the two general flags, and the crowded crowds lined up. At the end of the long line were several shops that were about to open.

It is not a store, it is the warehouse of the Ministry of Revenue of the Ming Dynasty. It has been temporarily changed to a temporary place to sell stamps today.

Today is the day when the Ming Dynasty stamps are sold, and merchants who received the news are flocking to the crowd. Some really want to send letters or deliver goods. Some really are the manager of the caravan and want to use the imperial station in the trade route, while others come for stamps written by the emperor.

Some of them just came to join in the fun. There were probably 10,000 or 20,000 people on the wide and straight Chang'an Street at this moment.

Jun Ye, when will it be opened?

Oh, all the poodies in my stomach are squeezed out!

mmmp, long-winded.

After squeezing for a long time, the door was still not opened. The crowded crowd was angry, and some bad tempers had already started to curse.

On the roadside, in the private room on the second floor of the teahouse, Zhu Yunxi, who stretched his neck and looked down, heard several dialects in an instant.

Below, the officers of the General Banner of the Jinyiwei who maintained order wanted to rush into the crowd, blocked the cursed men's mouths, and whipped a few more whips.

But he didn't dare. The commander told me in the morning that the old man and the king of Wu were both above.

In the second floor private room, Zhu Chongba held a big bowl of tea that he had just brewed, and his eyebrows and wrinkles were tangled together.

Dasun, why are there so many people?

Zhu Yunxiu turned around and said, "Grandpa Huang, changing the post station to postal office to sell stamps is the first time in ancient times, so of course there are more people." As he said that, he bowed slightly and said, "The grandson congratulated his grandfather!"

Zhu Yuanzhang was drinking tea, what's the joy?

Things that benefit the country and the people must be very popular in history books! Zhu Yunsheng smiled and said, as long as people in future generations write letters, they will remember you, old man!

Haha! Zhu Yuanzhang laughed out loud, his face slightly proud, but then he looked around and was a little disappointed. They were all guards in the palace, all of whom were tense, as if they were facing a great enemy. If there were civil officials here, they could still flatter him.

However, this kind of complacency is just fleeting. Zhu Yuanzhang, the flattery of others, is to listen to it happily and will not take it seriously.

Drinking tea, he continued to say, "What is left without a name? The things written by scholars do not count. It is true that the people get benefits!"

The two of them were talking on the top, and there was a gong sound on the street below.

The air suddenly became quiet, and countless eyes looked at the court officials who had dismantled the door panels and stood inside to be sold.

The Ming stamps, sales begin!

A fourth-rank official from the Ministry of Revenue stood on the steps in front of the door and shouted loudly.

After saying that, just as I was about to clear my throat and continue to say something about the official face, I heard a bang.

The crowd rushed over like a flood that broke through the dam.

Caught off guard, several Jinyiwei were almost caught in the crowd.

The crowd rushed to the front of the door of the stamp selling. Countless people held up the bright silver coins in their hands and shouted with ferocious faces.

Give me stamps!

I want one hundred pictures!

I want five hundred pictures!

The emperor wrote it by himself, I'm going to wrap it up!

If the Jinyiwei in front of the door had not had the quick eyes, the officials of the Ministry of Revenue would have almost trampled the surging crowd to death.

Hahaha! Zhu Yuanzhang laughed out loud on the second floor and said to Zhu Yunxi, "Be good, this situation is happening when your grandfather led people to grab Dayuan's grain warehouse!"

Zhu Yunxiu looked at the crowded crowd, and the officials were sweating profusely, and a sense of pride arose in his heart.

I have made the first step to change this era!

The Ming Dynasty had countless huge potentials, and the postal service was just the first step to tapping this potential.

The father and the other were upstairs, smiling and looking up the street.

In my sight, a fat man stood there holding two ingots of gold ingots and shouted, "I want the old man's handwriting!"

Bah! Someone immediately started to curse behind me, wanting to blind you. Sir, don’t sell this fat man, villain will double it, it’s all over it!

Is your family rich? Grandpa's family runs a silk shop, and some are rich! Another person also shouted, "Three hundred taels per piece, our Zhang family wants it!"

When I heard the wealthy businessmen in the crowd below shouting, Zhu Yuanzhang looked at Zhu Yunxi incredible, so rich, so valuable?

At this time, Daming silver had just been circulated in the public area, and things were rare and precious. In an era when a large amount of silver poured into China, the purchasing power of silver was amazing.

For example, a three-enterprise courtyard in a golden location in the capital is only priced at 800 taels of silver.

Nowadays, one stone of fine rice is about 120 kilograms, and the price is only about seven cents of silver.

A few businessmen were willing to give three hundred taels of model for the sake of the emperor’s words.

There are only one hundred imperial stamps issued and sold this time, which is 30,000 taels.

This is an astronomical number, no wonder Zhu Yuanzhang was a little puzzled.

Grandpa Emperor! Zhu Yunxi smiled and said, "This is what the people love you!"

Wear it thousands of times, but flatter you don’t wear it.

As soon as this statement was spoken, Zhu Yuanzhang smiled so hard that he could not see his eyes.

The old man was happy, and Zhu Yunxiu was also happy.

These days, the old man is ill again, and he has gone with Mu Ying from Yunnan. He has no smile in the palace all day long, and no one dares to say loudly.

The elderly need communication, and Zhu Yunqiu was afraid that the old man would get sick again. So he thought of this method and took the old man out for a walk.

What does Zhu Yuanzhang like the most?

He likes the world's most and likes to see the lives of the people.

This is just a place in the capital, and our Ming Dynasty has a prosperous place! Zhu Yuanzhang looked at the bustling below, and the crowds rushing to buy stamps said, Yangzhou, Suhang, Luoyang, Jiaxing, Huai'an, Quanzhou...

Zhu Yuanzhang knew the world well and said with a smile, "If everyone starts selling, what would it be like?"

The crowd on Chang'an Street has not dispersed yet, and more and more people are coming from behind.

The number of stamps written by the Emperor's Imperial Palace is limited, but other stamps are sold at will.

Every family has to write letters these days, and this thing is also a necessity for daily life. Besides, even if there is no one in the family, and others have bought it, why do you feel embarrassed to not buy it? It is not expensive, it is a matter of two or three dollars.

The wisdom of the people is infinite. Once there are more people, there will be more affiliated industries.

Alongside the queues, all kinds of hawkers selling food came with loads. There were no urban management in the past year, and hawkers ran all over the streets.

After a while, the aroma of various foods began to spread on the street.

steamed stuffed bun!

Big cake!

Steamed donkey meat dumplings!

Sesame cake duck blood soup!

With more people, the business is not so good, and the vendors are sweating profusely.

Zhu Yunxiu and Zhu Yuanzhang came down from the teahouse and smiled when they saw this bustling street market.

Grandpa Emperor, why don’t you go back to the palace at noon, and your grandson invites you to eat on the street? Zhu Yunsheng smiled.

OK! Zhu Yuanzhang was carrying his hands behind his back, wearing a cloth dress and tidying cloth shoes, just like an ordinary old man. The dishes in the palace and the insects in his stomach were all lost!

As he said that, his nose moved and he smiled at Zhu Yunxi. Oh, the steamed donkey meat dumplings tasted good!

Zhu Yunxiu supported the old man, OK, let’s go!

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Chapter completed!