Chapter 3: Hiding the Beautiful Little One in the Golden House (2)

I don’t know if I didn’t come out, but when I came out, I realized how much the changes in the capital were. The first feeling was that it was the biting cold wind, and I clearly felt a warm smell when I walked on the street. There were at least three more people on the street, from south to north, with mixed accents, steaming hot buns, and extremely wonderful juggling. The sounds of shouting and hawking came one after another, and one scene of singing and dancing rising and prosperity. Zhu Yinglong saw it and felt very comfortable and had a sense of accomplishment.

The Xinyuan Teahouse is diagonally opposite the former Jinyiwei North Fushiyaya Office. After the Jinyiwei was abolished, the bookseller Mao Jin bought it and used new printing technology to print the cost greatly reduced. The books printed by the Mao family soon became the best-selling in seven northern provinces, becoming the leader of the book publishing industry in the Ming Empire.

"Master Wu, please!"

Before leaving the palace, Zhu Yinglong had already thought of a name for himself to conceal his identity. Zhu Youjian ranked fifth in the fifth place, so he simply called him "Mr. Wu".

Although Zhou Huaian is not the boss of Xinyuan Teahouse now, the teahouse is still running Shadow. Apart from a few people who are really doing chores, there are a few leaders Zhou Huaian who don’t know them. When the shopkeeper saw Zhou Huaian accompanying a young man to the second floor, who could let the leader accompany him personally, the shopkeeper was very surprised, but Shadow’s rules are that he should not ask, and that he cannot know what he should not know, so he secretly ordered people to serve him carefully. This young man is probably of a big background.

As soon as he stepped into Xinyuan Teahouse, Zhu Yinglong regretted it. It was definitely a secret. Why was he so confused? If he did not have all his whereabouts, he would have been exposed. He wanted to withdraw and rescue him immediately. However, Xu Yingyuan couldn't see him at Xinyuan Teahouse, and he would not turn the capital over.

"Don't reveal my identity, otherwise, click--" Zhu Yinglong turned sideways and made a vicious "cut" position on Zhou Huaian's lower body. Zhou Huaian, who was following behind, almost staggered down the stairs. Fortunately, he was quite agile, otherwise it would be less beautiful to throw it on his own ground.

What else could Zhou Huaian say? He could only accept it with a bitter face.

I picked up the table next to the window and sat down.

"Two masters, what should I drink?"

"Master Wu, what tea do you want to drink?" Zhou Huaian didn't dare to make a claim casually in front of his master.

"Tieguanyin," Zhu Yinglong thought for a moment. He had drunk too much tribute tea. He didn't know how the tea in Mingjian was. When it comes to tasting tea, he could only tell one of them. As for how good or bad they were, he couldn't taste one, so he came.

Zhu Yinglong was really here in the wrong place. He might have something to drink when he wanted to go to another teahouse. He had some tea on the market in Xinyuan Teahouse, and he also had tribute tea on the market. Since the shopkeeper recognized Zhou Huaian, how could he have the tea on the market entertain? Naturally, what Zhu Yinglong drank was like the one in the palace. He wanted to spend a day with the life of the people, but he could not think that the first sip of the palace would be the taste in the palace. Zhu Yinglong glared at Zhou Huaian fiercely. Zhou Huaian was not quick to lower his head and drink a sip of hot tea. He almost vomited it out in one sip, but when he thought that Jun Qian had lost his eloquence, his face suddenly turned red, and he swallowed it like this, almost coughing it up.

Before a pot of tea was finished, Xu Yingyuan was seen on the street downstairs. Zhu Yinglong signaled Zhou Huaian to throw down a piece of silver and settle downstairs.

Shadow also needs such a rule. You must not take care of what you should not take care of, otherwise the shopkeeper of this teahouse will be able to hide Zhu Yinglong's whereabouts when he reports it.

"Master Wu, where are we going?" After walking casually for half an hour and walking around two streets, Zhu Yinglong was very excited and asked, but fortunately his purpose was not to buy things. Even so, the two followers behind him still complained.

"Just go around and you two follow me, how can you talk so much nonsense?" Zhu Yinglong walked to a roadside vase and porcelain stall, picked up a blue and white porcelain vase and asked, "Boss, how do you sell this vase?"

What good things can be found in roadside stalls? They are usually defective products from porcelain kilns. Although there are some flaws, there are still no problem with their use. Maybe the vendor who bought vases saw Zhu Yinglong dressed well, and there were two followers behind him, like a rich young master. Isn’t this sucker so bad that he shouted hard for a long time and said with a smile on his face: “This guest official, you have such a good eye-catching ability. This is a top-notch blue and white porcelain, produced by Jingdezhen, Jiangxi Province Kiln. Look at the glaze and workmanship. Even the emperor in the palace is probably the same quality. You are my first guest. Please consider it cheaper for you. One fifty taels, and you can take this pair of vases for 100 taels of silver.”

Zhu Yinglong laughed in his heart, he is the emperor. It would be embarrassing to throw himself away if the emperor really uses a person like you. He really treats himself as a "sheep wither". He immediately smiled and put the blue and white porcelain vase in his hand back.

The hawker selling porcelain was puzzled by the customer's actions and said, "Customer, I am a top-notch blue and white porcelain. The price per fifty tael is very reasonable."

Zhu Yinglong is too lazy to deal with such civilians, and he is just interested in it. He asked casually that there are countless such vendors. Do you want him to find out everyone one by one? This is obviously unrealistic. People are just making a living. Not to mention that they can't control this kind of thing now, it may not be eliminated even after hundreds of years. Integrity and standardized management are the best way to cure such street vendors and random slaughterers. Some things are impossible to see or imagine in the palace all day, but when you come out, you find out why Westerners always look down on the Chinese after hundreds of years.

The reason is very simple. China's education is too poor. Although it claims to be an ancient civilization, it can be seen everywhere in uncivilized places, spitting, urinating, littering, and there is no standardization. There is no order, and even the most beautiful city is everywhere. Since you have come to this time and space, you cannot let this phenomenon happen again. It seems that it is necessary to plan a city for Beijing, govern and rectify illegal vendors. Fortunately, there is almost no heavy industry in this time and space, otherwise it will definitely be a big trouble to move. Thinking about the time and space of our future generations, it is obviously very correct to position Beijing as a political and cultural center.

"Customer, are you buying it or not?" The porcelain vendor became impatient when he saw Zhu Yinglong's clothes appearing to be insane.

"Just your broken porcelain, my master still..." Before Xu Yingyuan finished speaking, Zhu Yinglong heard the word "buy" in his mouth, which scared him so much that he quickly shook his words back.

When the vendor heard that the customer wanted to "buy", he immediately smiled and happily wrapped a pair of inferior blue and white porcelain vases and handed them to Xu Yingyuan, who was following the sergeant.

"One hundred cents!" A wicked smile appeared on the corner of Zhu Yinglong's mouth.

Xu Yingyuan took the porcelain bottle and heard this, he was happy. It turned out that the master was not confused. He smiled and took out a piece of silver, slapped the vendor's hand, and said generously: "Don't look for it, the rest of you will be rewarded with you!"

"Customer, you have said that this pair of blue and white porcelain vases is 100 taels. You are not kidding me, Yan Xiaoliu!" The vendor's face suddenly changed.

I saw the excitement here next to me, and in a moment, a group of people came around.

The porcelain dealer Yan Xiaoliu saw that there were many people gathered. Although the three people they faced might be of some origin, what could they do to themselves in broad daylight? His courage suddenly became much stronger. To talk about the current public security in Beijing, under the governance of Shi Kefa, it can be seen that the three boys did not pick up the remains of the road and did not close their doors at night. Where did they dare to make trouble on the ground in the capital? They were tired of living.
Chapter completed!