The wharf in Chuzhou is becoming more and more noisy, and around the wharf, a narrow but regular street shop has been formed. The blue tile and white wall are actually the "Hui School" French style that only later generations have. And because Changshi is a native of Jiangyin, there are many more people who pursue horses and build a house in Wudi, which is more timeless and introverted, and it is very chic.

The streets and roads are neatly repaired, and in addition to the open channels, there are many wide culverts. These culverts, or there are stone slabs, there are also pottery "Han Dynasty" style tubes, but not used cement for paving, but fired blue bricks and red bricks, a lot more. These regulations of Chang'an in the Han Dynasty were not only the case in Jiangbei, but also in Jiangxia City on the south bank, and Li Daozong also managed them carefully, and he spent a lot of money.

Only this summer and autumn rainy season, is to pick up the big cheap, in previous years less than half of the days to waterlogging to catch fish, since the new regulations, although the heavy rain is still helpless, but after all, most of the time, do not have to go out shopping but also bring their own boats.

Gotta get it......

Horse-drawn carriages can be found everywhere in the port area, and on the top of the carriage, they sit in the handlebar style of wearing straw hats, and their skin is dark but quite sturdy. These carriages, now that the imperial court has re-promulgated the system, the "overstepping" of the past will only have an impact after more than eight horses.

"Gentleman Wang, what kind of goods is this? Why did you cover it with sackcloth? ”

On the side of the street, there are street stalls, but the shopkeeper who controls the inside of the culvert beckons and smiles at the handlebar.

"Huainan's white cloth, harvested last year, arrived in the New Year. It was about to be sent to Linzhang Mountain. ”

This handlebar style is clearly a footman's style, and somehow, it makes people call him a "gentleman". I don't know if it's ridiculed or taken seriously, but the green-shirted scholars who passed by, or the characters who rode horses with swords and horses, but they didn't cover it up, so it can be seen that in this place, such a "transgressive" title is not a big deal.

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

"Everywhere, it's all the ...... of Lord Changshi"

Wang Junzi smiled and bowed his hand, but he learned to be a fangman and called Changshi "adult". Not far away, there was an old woman selling morning tea soup, and when she heard Wang Junzi's title, she suddenly "puffed", muttered something in her mouth, and looked at Wang Junzi with disdain from afar.

The traffic was busy, and occasionally saw a mule and horse couldn't hold back a bubble of, and suddenly someone shouted, and the Hong Kong official wearing a different uniform came to paste a white signature, and after stamping a seal, he asked the owner of the mule and horse to sign and draw the charge. After the owner of the mule and horse took out ten Kaiyuan Tongbao, he took the broom and dustpan in the hands of the official in a dejected manner, and swept away the bubble of.

When the servants were gone, the owner of the mule and horse ran to the side of the street and bought a dung pocket tied to the back of the mule and horse......

A street perpendicular to Minato-gu Street, Suzaku Street in Hanyang Castle, and there are houses on both sides, and most of the houses are made of wood, but it is a different scene from other places. Daodong is mostly pure wooden sheds, but Daoxi has more bamboo buildings. The difference has to do with the people who live there.

On both sides, there are Han and Hu mixed people, in the east, there are more Japanese people, Silla people, Baekje people, and Tamna people, and in the west there are more Fang people, Nanyue Linyi, and even Liuzhao people.

Carriages and horses heading to Linzhang Mountain will pass by here, and the tax collector has 50 armed tax collectors stationed here. On the opposite side of the station, there is a white servant from Hanyang County, who takes the salary of Hanyang County, and he has never said that he wants to work hard, but just to maintain law and order in this area.

There are many teams to transport new cotton cloth, silk, silkworm seeds and other materials in the spring, even if it is just a down-and-out merchant in Furong City, it may be just a "poor" home in Jiangyin, but because of the way, gritting his teeth and tossing, landing in Ezhou is a home of Chinese people.

"Whew! Wang Junzi, a lot of cotton cloth, which cotton boat did you rob? ”

"The township party took care of it, got the old New Year's goods from Huainan, and it arrived new this year, so I hurriedly sent it to Linzhang Mountain."

"Wang Junzi, in the future, you will be setting up a real estate, but you want to invite me to a glass of relocation wine!"

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

In the greetings, a tea shop in Daodong suddenly sounded a string sound, and listened to a woman, using a very awkward Jingxiang version of Luo's lower tone, singing a song "Qingyu Case".

"Wang Junzi, don't be in a hurry for a moment, why don't you come over for tea, the new widow can dance the Kansai drums, and sing "Qingyu Case", and even the students from Chang'an say it's good."

"But the one that 'Thousand Trees Bloom on the Night of the East Wind'?"

"Exactly, that's what this widow is singing."

"Don't wait, I'll stop as a carriage and horse, and I'll come!"

Kansai drums are three strings. The musical instruments that the Qin people began to play with when they built the Great Wall, although they did not enter the stream, were better than the convenience of production, and they spread very widely together with the huqin.

At this moment, in the tea shop, there is a screen made of bamboo strips, which can pass through a little figure. If you look good, you can see that it is an extremely petite woman, kneeling on the mat and plucking the three strings. The south is still very cold in spring, and as soon as the first month passes, people in the north who have coal stoves will begin to gradually feel better than those in the south.

There is also a coal stove in the tea shop, but the smoke is a little big, although it is also a good briquette, but because of the humidity, it smells slightly uncomfortable.

I didn't dare not ventilate, but the ventilation but a trace of cold wind came in, making the men sitting outside stomp their feet, and refused to withdraw the warm tea soup in their hands.

I don't know if it is Princess Changle or Zou Guogong's "made" poem, the most by the people of Bashu Jingxiang, the amorous woman imitates the Miao girl fangren, singing "suddenly looking back", in front of the bonfire, one by one to do "that person". In the Changshi Mansion of Chuzhou, even the "marriage" is becoming more and more different......

"The Kansai drum drill of the Japanese woman is good."

Wang Junzi touched ten coins from his arms, Ding Ling made a loud noise, and drank the last bit of hot soup in one go, then buttoned the straw hat on his head, lifted the cloth towel around his neck upward, covered his mouth and nose, lifted the half-hanging straw curtain, and went out.

"Lang Jun is good to go......"

The three strings stopped suddenly, and the widow still used the Luo Xia tone with Jing Xiang's tone behind the screen to raise her voice, which was regarded as a loud send-off to Wang Junzi.

Wang Junzi smiled, transferred the carriage and horses, climbed up, sat on the roof of the four-wheeled carriage, twitched the whip with a snap, and opened his mouth under the cloth towel, covering the voice of the widow: "Dun'er——"

Gotta get it......

The four-wheeled carriage carrying cotton cloth went straight to Suzak Street, and not far away, the city wall of Hanyang Fortress was visible.

The closer you get to the city gate, the more you can see the acres of fields on both sides, most of the ditches rise and fall, the newly built irrigation canals are about two feet deep, and there are many willow trees inserted as intervals, which have always been inserted in the first two years, and now they have become low and small willow bushes, and have become the boundary between the fields and acres of those who don't know who.

Looking farther on, I saw that the fields were becoming more and more spacious and continuous, but in the high and low places, there was a huge granary, and there were cattle and sheep in the pen, and from time to time the cries of cattle were made. The yellow and gray haystacks resemble towers, one after the other, and there are "militias" with short spears below, although they are not as sharp and murderous as the government soldiers, but they are also strong and strong, and looking at the complexion, they are probably also peasant children, or have been beaten with sticks in the workshop.

Wang Junzi likes to do business with these "militia groups" the most, although the amount is small, but there is no need to bother, these "militia groups" people, the hands are not generous, but they are "line crossing" and never take credit. The most important thing is that occasionally other states want to "suppress bandits," and in order to save money, they will borrow "militia groups" from Chuzhou to make up the numbers, and in a year, there are 70 or 80 acres of land that seem to be in the account.

"Those who enter the city do not enter?"

"Enter! Enter! Tai Lieutenant, is this new guest house or post house? ”

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

The doorman glanced at it, and said with some disgust: "What a guest house, a latrine!" The latrine of the male and female can enter sixty people in one go! The first toilet in Datang! ”

"Huh? How can the latrine be built so big? ”

Wang Junzi blinked his eyes, his face was incredible, but he knew that the boundary was originally a place where "night incense" gathered, and there was already a dung pit. Now the post man in Hanyang County, the feces and urine in this city, also have to be managed by a shop, and it has also become a business, but it is more than the year before last.

"I'm afraid it's a livelihood again, could it be that it's sold to farmers?"

Muttered quietly, Wang Junzi guessed like this, and then drove the carriage to the city supervisor to register the goods.