"It's a pity, if you are on the same team as me, with the talent of Lord Xiao Zhu, the palm seal of the master of ceremonies is the thing in Lord Xiao Zhu's bag......"

Under the weeping willows on the palace wall, Feng Bao, who was dressed as a gorgeous inner supervisor, highly respected Zhu Ping'an's suggestion. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Ahem......" Zhu Ping'an almost choked when he heard this, the celebrant is a eunuch, and he does not have the interest of being emasculated into the palace like Wei Zhongxian.

"Hehe, the miscellaneous family is not joking, Lord Xiao Zhu does not do our business, but it is the luck of my eunuchs, otherwise we will have no way to live." Feng Bao covered his lips with one hand and smiled, his eyes under his dark eyebrows shining brightly, like small flames jumping in the night.

After listening to Zhu Ping'an's suggestion, Feng Bao's burden in his heart was completely put down, and the sword of Damocles on his head was also wiped out, and his mood was very relaxed.

"My father-in-law laughed." Zhu Ping'an shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Peace is just a fluke." ”。

"Lord Xiao Zhu doesn't need to be modest, if it weren't for Lord Xiao Zhu's guidance today, the miscellaneous family would not be long in life. The grace of saving lives, the miscellaneous family will not forget, and the gratitude is indescribable, in short, in the future, if there is something to do with Lord Xiaozhu, the miscellaneous family will never frown. After the joke, Feng Bao was full of gratitude, solemnly made a big gift again, and made an oath from the bottom of his heart.

Bidding farewell to Feng Bao, who was grateful for his kindness, Zhu Ping'an turned back to the Hanlin Academy, and in the gloating or sympathetic eyes of everyone in the Hanlin Academy, Zhu Ping'an went to the library after greeting everyone in the Hanlin Academy as usual.

When he came out of the library pavilion, Zhu Ping'an brought two books "The Examination of the Northern Barbarian Alien Race" and "The Chronicle of Wara Food and Goods", which were also registered on the library borrowing list of the library pavilion, which was the book management system of the library that Zhu Ping'an had set before, and of course he had to lead by example.

Out of the Hanlin Academy, Zhu Ping'an went to the restaurant where he used to go with everyone Hanlin before, had a simple lunch, and asked about the banquet, the shopkeeper gave a discount, Zhu Ping'an paid a deposit of two taels of silver with satisfaction, and booked a banquet ten days later.

No matter how many people come to the banquet, the process still has to go. I started a family in Xiahe, so I had to set up a banquet to inform my colleagues.

Zhu Ping'an walked out of the Hanlin Courtyard and took a detour to Zixuan Hutong to Zhang Siwei, preparing to give Zhang Siwei and Wang Shizhen a brief explanation of his going to the Criminal Department today. Zixuan Hutong is a very popular alley in the Ming Dynasty at this time, the street is wide, the shops on both sides are also large, and many official eunuchs have industries on this street.

There is no chengguan in Daming, and there are many hawkers along the Zixuan Hutong, the uncle who picks up the goods shirtless, and the old man who sells the goods, which sets off the whole alley very lively.

The melons and fruits in May are fragrant, watermelons, melons and lychees are also on the market, not much later than modern times, the wild river fresh is rippling in the barrel, and the farmhouse snails are fat in May, and Zhu Ping'an wants to buy some and take them back to the Hou Mansion.

However, I thought that I would stay in the Hou Mansion, and that the Hou Mansion had rules for the procurement of ingredients, so I gave up this idea.

"Watermelon, sweet and big watermelon...... An old man in simple clothes on the street pulled a cart of watermelons and stopped not far from Zhu Ping'an, shouting and selling them again and again.

Watermelon has been very common in the Ming Dynasty, and Li Shizhen, who is still working in Tai Hospital, later wrote when he wrote the Compendium of Materia Medica: "According to Hu Qiaoyu, the melon seed is called watermelon." watermelons have been in China since the fifth dynasty; Nowadays, it is found in both the north and the south. ”

Hearing the old man selling watermelon, Zhu Ping'an felt very cordial, in modern times, watermelon is one of Zhu Ping'an's favorite fruits. In the hot summer dormitory, buy a watermelon, dig it with a spoon and eat it, and then soak a bowl of instant noodles, the watermelon absorbs the excess fat in the instant noodles, and the instant noodles absorb the sweetness of the watermelon.

At this time, the watermelon is ten and a half days earlier than the watermelon on the normal market, and the price is relatively expensive, and it is estimated that it is the early season watermelon planted with hot spring water.

When Zhu Ping'an walked to the old man's watermelon stall, there were already many people surrounding the old man to ask about the price.

"Hot spring watermelon, six Wen per catty, guaranteed sweet, not sweet refund." The old man is very confident in his own melons, and promises the onlookers that they will not be sweet and will not charge money.

"Liuwen?"

"It's so expensive, it's enough to buy three catties of peaches."

"The lychees transported from the south are only five cents. These six wen and one pound are almost catching up with pork, forget it. ”

The onlookers listened to the price and retreated, feeling that the price was too expensive, and it was not cost-effective to buy at this time. If you wait for about ten days, when the watermelons grown by melon farmers in the suburbs of Beijing are on the market, the price will be more than half cheaper.

It was better to wait a little longer, or buy some other fruits, so everyone shook their heads and walked away.

Seeing that everyone was leaving, the old man hurriedly stretched out his hand to stay, but the effect was not great, and people still shook their heads and left.

The uncle looked at everyone's backs, sighed in frustration, and pointed to this batch of watermelons to sell them at a good price, and then begged his son for a mother-in-law.

After discovering the hot springs from the mountains last year, the old man was overjoyed, and when he used to work part-time at a nobleman's house in Dongcheng District, he accidentally learned from a steward about the method of cultivating watermelons in hot springs. So, the old man bought an acre of abandoned sandy land at the foot of the mountain, and took his sons to spend half a winter digging ditches, and he didn't even work for a short time, hoping to sell more money with this batch of watermelons on the market in advance, and ask for a daughter-in-law for the eldest son, and then the second son next year, and then the younger son.

Fortunately, the watermelon was planted very successfully, ripening half a month earlier than the ordinary watermelon, and the taste was also sweet.

However, when selling watermelons, there was a problem.

The watermelons that started to be sold yesterday pulled a truckload of watermelons, and yesterday they sold five watermelons in one day, and they are still fresh from the noble family. Today is not as good as yesterday, the place has changed two, but not a single watermelon has been sold.

"Uncle, is this melon sweet?"

Just when the old man was lost, he heard the voice of a young man.

"Sweet, sweet......" The old man replied again and again, and when he looked up, he saw a young man in an official uniform, who was standing in front of the car and looking at him with a smile.

"Six cents a pound?" Zhu Ping'an picked up a watermelon, knocked it, looked at the old man with a smile and asked.

"The big man can take a fancy to the little old man's watermelon, which is a blessing for the little old man, and he doesn't charge money." Suddenly, I saw Zhu Ping'an wearing an official uniform, and the old man who sold melons had a restrained face, and he didn't know how to put his hands and feet, and he was nervous and scared.

It is the survival instinct of the people that the people do not fight with the officials.

Anyone who is an official is high, and it is not for them to be offended by ordinary people.

"Hehe, if the melon is not sweet, uncle, you just want me not to give it." Zhu Ping'an pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled, "If it's sweet, it won't be less than a penny." ”

"Hehehe, guaranteed sweetness, guaranteed sweetness......" Looking at Zhu Ping'an's gentle smile, the old man also grinned.

"Lord Zhu, my master is invited, and I also invite you to appreciate your face upstairs."

Just as Zhu Ping'an was picking melons, a small guy suddenly came over, walked up to Zhu Ping'an, and pointed to the restaurant across the street to invite.

Oh?

Zhu Ping'an raised his head when he heard this, and saw a private room on the second floor of the restaurant opposite, revealing a delicate face. (To be continued.) )