In the early summer morning, the sky was bright early, as if in the blink of an eye, the originally dark night disappeared in an instant.

Yang Mo stretched out after staying up all night, and then put the books he had made all night in his arms.

When he opened the window, a slightly cool breeze blew, mixed with birds singing, refreshing his heart and refreshing his spirit.

Just as he saw Li Xiuning and Ma Sanbao walking out of the corridor, Chunmei followed behind him while yawning, obviously not awake.

The master and servant went out, and not long after, the Duke's Mansion began to wake up.

Yang Mo changed into a cloth clothes and went downstairs, carrying a carefully selected straw rope on a rainy day.

Walking two streets is the Fen River that crosses Taiyuan, walking along the river bank towards the market. Looking at the calm river surface, Yang Mo suddenly laughed.

He thought of a crosstalk called "Fenhewan", especially the drunken version of Lao Guo and his two. In his previous life, he often listened to the crosstalk of the old couple and fell asleep with the sound of the sea.

"It's a pity that no one fishes such a good river."

Willow trees were planted on both sides of the river. At this time, the sky was not completely bright and he was the only one around him.

I occasionally see figures, and I am also a woman who makes a living by washing clothes.

They heard someone say good morning and looked up and saw only the back of a young man, and were a little surprised.

At a young age, it’s a pity that he was crazy about losing his heart.

Walking towards the largest market in Taiyuan and passing through a street, there were more people.

The ancient markets were different from those in previous lives.

There was no fixed time for the vegetable market to open and close in the past life, and some things were even open all day.

But at this time, the market was directly under the government. There was a prescribed time for the opening and closing of the market every day. There was also a gong at the entrance. Next to it was a man with a delicate figure, holding a wooden hammer, waiting for the orders of the city officials.

Yesterday, Yang Mo asked that this short man’s job is to beat the gong twice, with five big money a day.

Even this job is not something that ordinary people can do, you must have a background at home.

This short man is already the third generation.

The ancestral gong beater was something that Yang Mo had never thought about.

As soon as the gong sounded, the short man stood at a high place and shouted at the bottom: "It's time to open the market!"

For these vendors who came from outside the city, a new day is the beginning.

I queued up in an orderly manner, paid the stall fee and received the license plate. Some people complained that it was expensive, while others were secretly happy that they had received a good position.

As for those who buy things, they are not subject to the opening of the market.

There are merchants with fixed stalls in the market, and they don’t have to pay daily fees.

People like Yang Mo who weave straw sandals don’t need to pay money - because he doesn’t want any stalls either.

There were so many people coming today, so he stayed at the door.

There are fewer vendors coming, so he can just pick a place.

Yesterday, Yang Mo was still thinking, weaving more straw sandals to see the market demand.

But after field investigation, I found that people in this era would not buy finished products when buying straw sandals.

Instead, it needs to be tailored - it sounds ridiculous, but all those who can wear straw sandals are poor people. These people have to calculate the money they spend.

Even if you have straw sandals, you should buy them that suit you and you can wear them for a longer time.

After finding a location where you could see the inn opposite, Yang Mo sat down.

The straw sandals man from yesterday did not come today, so he was the only one who weaves straw sandals in the market, and the business was pretty good.

When Lai Junchen came out of the inn, he looked at the market, stroking his beard and smiling.

When I saw Yang Mo, my eyes stopped slightly, and I was a little surprised.

But when he saw Yang Mo measuring a farmer's feet with joy, he frowned and shook his head slightly.

Some people really can't help but lose their bloodlines in the royal family.

Then he sorted out his clothes and took his subordinates out of the city.

It was not until the afternoon that Lai Junchen came back.

Yang Mo's business is very good today - one is because the old man with him did not come, and the other is that the rain was raining the day before yesterday, and the farmers went to the fields to work, and their straw sandals were so bad that they could not wear them.

Seeing Lai Junchen looking at him again, Yang Mo smiled and waved to him.

Lai Junchen also smiled, entered the inn, changed into plain clothes, and came to the market.

"Young Master Yang, do you know that you are here?"

Although he was a Beijing official in the capital, Lai Junchen did not have the bad habit of the Beijing official and did not care about the stench and mess of the market at all.

He pulled a spring bench and sat beside Yang Mo and asked.

"I don't know if they know, but it's okay to know."

Yang Mo said, his hands were not stopped.

He seems to be very talented in weaving straw sandals. He has become extremely skilled in just two days.

Unless the master in this industry, no one can notice that he is a novice.

"When I was in Yanzhou, I also lived by weaving straw sandals. Is it illegal to weaving straw sandals?"

Lai Junchen laughed: "Of course it's not illegal."

Yang Mo smiled: "Since it is not illegal, the Duke's Mansion cannot do anything even if it knows."

The two of them had a conversation, and Lai Junchen stood up: "Young Master Yang is busy first, I'll go around."

"Well, sir, business is good today. I'll invite you to have a drink tonight."

Yang Mo didn't raise his head, his tone was filled with joy of harvest.

Lai Junchen responded slightly, looking at Yang Mo who was sweating but excited, he suddenly felt that being a foolish and mediocre person seemed to be very good.

After wandering around the market for an afternoon, Lai Junchen politely declined Yang Mo's invitation to drink and returned to the inn.

This is true for three consecutive days.

He left the city in the morning, chatted with Yang Mo in the afternoon, and then wandered around the market.

Every time Lai Junchen returns to the inn, Yang Mo will close the stall and go to Lai Junchen's shop.

Indirect inquiry.

The identity of weaving straw sandals gave Yang Mo a good cover, and the merchants in the market did not have any warning in front of him.

Lai Junchen bought almost nothing in the market in the past three days, but he talked to many people.

Everyone has a high opinion of him and is very good at speaking.

For example, the old man who sells charcoal, the old man who sells skin, and the old man who sells grain...

Lai Junchen didn’t talk about anything special with them, basically, charcoal has increased its price recently, how is the skin selling recently?

Has the price of food increased?

I even went to the horse market to buy some horse medicine and went to the wood factory to ask if there were any mulberry wood in the city recently.

He looks like a very friendly Beijing official.

When he returned to the Duke's Mansion on the fourth day, Ma Sanbao had just returned. When he saw Yang Mo, he had a smile on his face. The worries in his eyes were gone a few days ago and he was full of energy.

During the meal, he also said that Li Xiuning would be back tomorrow.

Speaking of the excitement, Ma Sanbao, who couldn't hide his words, said happily: "Lai Junchen, the bird official, went to the military camp three times in a row, but found nothing, and finally left in a daze."

Yang Mo was also happy with him.

I returned to the house at night but couldn't laugh.

The recent price of charcoal has increased, indicating that the demand for ironwork in the city has increased recently.

The large shipment of leather indicates that a large amount of leather-made things are increased, and the aprons of blacksmiths when they make iron are made of leather.

As for mulberry wood, it is the material needed for a high-quality bow.

The spring river is warm and the duck prophet. Even though these merchants did not participate in the Li family's rebellion preparations, they were in the same industry and merchants were profit-seeking.

Sometimes people don’t speak, and the market trends and the flow of money are better than thousands of words.

But what can these mean?

Even if Lai Junchen has this information, it cannot be regarded as evidence of the Li family's rebellion.

Yang Mo closed his eyes.

If this Lai Junchen is indeed the cruel official who was extremely good at catching wind and making facts in his previous life...

His purpose in Taiyuan was not to really collect evidence of the Li family's rebellion...

Slowly opening his eyes, Yang Mo took out the book he had made all night from his arms - "Carbage Sutra".

"Please get into the trap..."
Chapter completed!