The docks in Mianzhou are becoming more and more buzzing, forming narrow but regular street shops around the docks. The blue tiles and white walls are actually the "Hui School" French style that was only found in later generations. Because Changshi was from Jiangyin, there were many more people who were sought after and built houses in Wu, which was more timeless and restrained, and very unique.

The streets are neatly built, and in addition to open channels, there are many large culverts. These culverts are built with stone slabs, and there are also pottery "Han Dynasty"-style tubes. They are not used for cement to lay them. Instead, there are many more blue and red bricks. The regulations in Chang'an during the Han Dynasty were not only in Jiangbei, but also in Jiangxia City on the south bank, Li Daozong was also careful in running them, which cost a lot of money.

But in this rainy summer and autumn season, I have been picking up huge cheapness. In previous years, I have to catch fish in water for at least half of my days. Since the new regulations, although I have encountered heavy rainstorms, I still have no choice but to take my own boat when I encounter it, but most of the time, I don’t have to go out shopping and I have to bring my own boat.

Get it and get it...

Four-wheeled carriages can be seen everywhere in the port area. On the top of the carriage, there is a handlebar with a straw hat, with dark skin but quite strong. These carriages have been re-enacted by the court, and the past "over-order" will only have an impact after more than eight horses.

"Wang Junzi, what kind of thing is this? Why did it cover with linen?"

There were street stalls on the street, but the shop owner who was controlled inside the culvert waved at the handlebar type and asked with a smile.

"The white stacked cloth from Huainan was collected last year and the goods arrived in the New Year. It was about to be delivered to Linzhang Mountain."

The handlebar style is clearly a stroller-like style. Somehow, people called him a "gentleman". I don't know if it was ridiculed or taken as a real person. But he was just a passing scholar or a person riding a horse with a sword, but he never blocked him. It can be seen that in this place, such a title of "over-the-rule" is not a big deal.

"Wang Junzi, if you can do a cotton cloth business, I'm afraid I'll have to buy a boat this year."

"Everywhere is the care of Lord Changshi..."

Wang Junzi smiled and bowed, but he was imitating the fangren and called Changshi "Master". Not far away, there was an old woman selling morning tea soup. When she heard Wang Junzi's name, she immediately "snatched" and muttered something, looking at Wang Junzi from afar.

There was a lot of traffic, and occasionally I saw a mule and horse that couldn't hold back and pulled a shit. Someone suddenly yelled. The yamen runner in a different uniform came to post a white sign. After stamping a seal, he asked the mule and horse owner to sign and write. After taking out ten Kaiyuan Tongbao, the mule and horse owner dejectedly took the broom dustpan from the yamen runner's hand and swept the shit clean.

When the yamen runners left, the mule and horse owner ran to the street to buy a shit bag tied behind the mule and horse...

A street that is perpendicular to the Main Street of Gang District can connect to the Zhuque Street in Hanyang City. There are also houses on both sides. Most of the houses are made of wooden, but they are different from other places. Most of the roads are pure wooden sheds, while the roads are more bamboo buildings. The difference between them is related to the people living there.

On both sides are mixed with Han and Hu, there are more Japanese people, Silla people in the east, Baekje people, and Danluo people in the west, and on the west, there are more Liao people in the south, Linyi and even Liuzhao people.

The carriages and horses who go to Linzhang Mountain will pass by here. The tax officials have 50 armed tax officials stationed here. Opposite the station is the Baimao of Hanyang County, who is receiving wages from Hanyang County. He has never said he wants to work hard, but just maintain public order in this area.

There are many teams of new cotton, silk, silkworm seeds and other materials in the Spring Festival. Even if it is just a down-and-out traveler in Furong City, it may be a "poor" home in Jiangyin, but because of the accessibility, I gritted my teeth and tried to land in Ezhou and became a home for middle-aged people.

"Ye! Wang Junzi, so many cotton cloths, which cotton boat did you rob? "

"The township party took care of me and got the old New Year's goods from Huainan. I arrived this year. I will send them to Linzhang Mountain as soon as possible."

"Wang Junzi, I'm starting a home purchase in the future, so I'll invite me to a glass of wine for a relocation!"

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say..."

Amid the greetings, a tea shop in Daodong suddenly sounded a string sound, and a woman sang a song "Qingyu Case" in the very awkward Jingxiang version of Luoxia.

"Wang Junzi, you don't have to hurry up. Why come here to have tea? The new Japanese girl can dance in Guanxi and sing "Qingyu Case". Even the students from Chang'an said it was OK."

"But that 'The east wind blooms thousands of flowers and trees at night'?"

"That's right, what this Japanese girl sang."

"Stop waiting, I'll stop as a carriage, and then come!"

Guanxi Gugu is Sanxian. The instruments that the Qin people started playing when they built the Great Wall were not as good as the standard, but were more convenient in their production, and they spread widely with the huqins.

At this moment, in the tea shop, there is a screen made of bamboo strips that can penetrate some figures. If you have good eyes, you can see that it is an extremely petite woman, kneeling on the bamboo mat and plucking the Sanxian. Spring is still very cold in the south. Once the first lunar month passes, families with coal stoves in the north will begin to feel better than those in the south.

The coal stove was also burned in the tea shop, but the smoke was a little heavy. Although I had used quite a bit of coal cakes and briquettes, I felt a little uncomfortable because of the humidity.

He didn't dare not ventilate, but the ventilation was a little cold wind came in, causing the men who were sitting outside to stomp their feet, and they refused to withdraw the warm tea soup in their hands.

This poem "written" by Princess Changle or Duke Zou is the most joyful person in the people of Bashu and Jingxiang. The passionate woman imitates Miao Nuyao people, singing "Looking back suddenly", and is one by one in front of the bonfire. The Changshi Mansion in Mianzhou even "marriage" is becoming more and more different...

"The Japanese woman's Kansai is so fucked well."

Wang Junzi touched ten coins from his arms. Ding Ling slammed and drank the last bit of hot soup in one breath. Then he pulled the straw hat to his head, lifted the cloth towel on his neck upwards, covering his mouth and nose, lifted the half-hung straw curtain, and went out.

"You can leave..."

Sanxian stopped suddenly, and the Japanese girl still used the Luoxia sound with Jingxiang tuned behind the screen to raise the sound, and gave Wang Junzi loudly.

Wang Junzi smiled, transferred the carriage and horses, climbed up, sat on the top of the carriage, whipped the whip with a snap, and opened his mouth under the cloth towel, covering the Japanese girl's voice: "Dun'er--"

Get it and get it...

The four-wheeled carriage carrying cotton cloth went straight towards Zhuque Street. Not far away, the walls of Hanyang City were visible to Hao Ran.

The closer you get to the city gate, the more you can see the fields on both sides, mostly ditches, and the newly built irrigation canals are about two feet deep, with many willow trees inserted as a distance. They have always been inserted two years ago, but now they have become low small willow bushes and the boundary of fields for unknown people.

Looking further away, the fields became more and more spacious and continuous. There was a huge granary at high and low places, and cattle and sheep were in the pen, making the sound of animals from time to time. The yellow and gray haystacks were like towers, one by one, and there was a "mile group" holding a short spear below. Although it was not as sharp and murderous as the soldiers in the palace, it was also strong and strong. Looking at the skin color, it was probably a farmer's family or a slut in a workshop.

Wang Junzi likes to do business with these "military groups". Although the amount is small, there is no need to talk. The people in these "military groups" are not generous, but they are "scribing lines" and never take credit. The most important thing is that sometimes other states want to "suppress bandits", and in order to save money, they will borrow "military groups" from Mianzhou to make up for their numbers. After a year, seventy or eighty acres of land seem to be earned.

"Will anyone entering the city?"

"Enter! Enter! Taiwei, is this newly built guest house or inn?"

Wang Junzi paid the money, pointed to a huge house outside the city and asked.

The lord glanced at it and said with some disgust: "What kind of guest house, toilet! The toilets of the male and female can enter 60 people in one go! The first toilet in the Tang Dynasty!"

"Yu? Why is the toilet so big?"

Wang Junzi blinked his eyes and looked incredible, but he knew that the land was originally a place where "night fragrance" gathered, and there was a cesspool. Nowadays, the postmen in Hanyang County have to take care of the shit and urine in this city, and it has become a business, which is more profitable than the previous year.

"I'm afraid it's another business, could it be sold to farmers?"

He muttered quietly, Wang Junzi guessed like this, and then drove the carriage to the municipal supervision to register the goods.
Chapter completed!