I am Da Song

Chapter 590 Different joys and sorrows
The stall at Xiaoyi Station is obviously her mother's stall. Yang Yuanwai said that her mother sells tofu in the city.

When the lights were on and it was just after dinner, her small stall was quite lively, with many people sitting on wooden tables and benches next to her stall eating hot tofu curd rice.

Douhua is not tofu nao, it is harder than tofu nao, but it is also divided into sweet and salty.

Zhao Huan, as a northerner, is an out-and-out member of the Salty Party, and the Sweet Party is heresy!

So Zhao Huan sat in a corner with He Qinhu, and Wei Sheng asked for three bowls of salted bean curd.

The salty bean curd is marinated on top, a thick bowl with chopped green onion, coriander, fungus, and even day lily.

A tempting fragrance wafts from afar.

Zhao Huan and He Qinhu sat in the corner, watching the crowds at the stalls. Some people bought tofu, some bought bean curd, and some bought tofu nao.

Xiaoyi's mother kept her feet on the ground, but she had a happy smile on her face, which made her not so outstanding eyebrows look softer and more pleasing to the eye, and she could barely be regarded as a bean curd beauty.

Facing the busy fireworks in front of the small stall, Zhao Huan asked Wei Sheng who had returned: "How much is a bowl of bean curd?"

"Three cents a bowl, and if you add meat soup, add two cents. I want a super double, and add meat soup for double!" Wei Sheng puffed out his chest, with a proud face.

He Qinhu rolled his eyes at him and said, "That's only seven renminbi! Why do you seem to treat us to a big meal?"

"Is this a matter of more money and less money? This is sincere!" Wei Sheng glared at him.

Three pennies, this price is really not high.

Zhao Huan said: "According to this price, there should be no family in Song Dynasty who can't afford tofu, right?"

He Qinhu was tongue-tied and asked, "Then why are there people in the world who can't even afford tofu? Even monks in temples can eat tofu, vegetables, and vegetarian food."

Wei Sheng tossed his robe, sat opposite him, gave him a contemptuous look, and said, "You don't know that, do you? You think it's commonplace to eat vegetarian meals, tofu and vegetables. But have you ever thought about it? Outside of the Song Dynasty, is it a luxury to eat a meal that is all polished rice?"

"They add sawdust to the pasta they eat, and soak it in cold water to fill their stomachs."

He Qinhu immediately shook his head and said: "I don't believe it. Why don't they drink hot water? If they are so poor, they must not have warm cotton clothes and a stove in winter, and they have to eat cold fruits and drink a glass of cold water. The whole body will not be completely cooled. ?”

"You are the reincarnation of Emperor Hui of Jin! You can't burn firewood if you drink hot water?"

"Where's the firewood? They won't even have firewood!"

"You are really a master in the palace. Have you never heard of the Cold Food Festival? He thought they were so extravagant that they could burn a fire for every meal? Most of their firewood was sold to the nobles, and then they bought cloth, salt, and basics. necessities of life.”

He Qinhu turned his head to look at Zhao Huan, and asked, "Master, is this fellow exaggerating?"

"Not really." Zhao Huan said with certainty, "You have to know that the vast majority of people in the world are struggling to make ends meet."

He Qinhu scratched his head, not daring to refute what Zhao Huan said, but he still couldn't believe it, how could there be anyone in this world who couldn't afford a bowl of tofu for three Wen.

Isn't the salary of a casual part-time job for this thing enough for a year?
Obviously, the joys and sorrows in the world are not the same.

When other ethnic groups in the world are still worrying about food supply, the people of Song Dynasty basically don't worry about this, and start to think about the diversity of food.

Wei Sheng took out a pair of chopsticks from the bamboo tube, poked the table, and said to He Qinhu: "Think about it with your pig brain, what will happen if all countries in the world can have the level of wealth that I have in Song Dynasty?"

He Qinhu asked without thinking: "What will happen?"

"The population is increasing! Do you think about Flynn University?"

"Big one."

"Then why does his population just exceed 1000 million people?"

"How would I know!"

"Then Zhao Huaizhong's German National University?"

"Of course, isn't he claiming to be the biggest country in Thailand?"

"Then why did he just grow from 800 million people?"

He Qinhu realized a little bit, and asked: "You mean that although these countries have different cultures, the common reason for their small population is poverty?"

Wei Sheng tapped his chopsticks heavily, and said: "That's right. Do you think that if Germany becomes rich, there will only be 800 million people in their vast land? If they have the current level of wealth in the Song Dynasty, the land will shrink by half, and the population will be reduced by half." It can also expand from 800 million to 8000 million."

"Ah, this brother is very knowledgeable." A local scholar at the table next to him interjected, saying, "Brother looks young, but he has a lot of depth in his chest. You can easily handle things from Western and Western countries."

The three of Zhao Huan immediately attracted their attention. The person talking was a middle-aged man wearing a narrow shirt and a cloth skirt. There were four other men and women in the same dress at the same table. They were obviously ordinary local workers and customers, not considered Wealthy people.

Wei Sheng smiled and bowed his hands to several people, and said politely: "A little humble opinion, thanks for the compliment."

These few people sighed and said: "I said, how come the population of Taixi is so small, it is not as large as that of Qin and Han. I always thought that they banned births."

"I also thought there was some special reason for them. Some said it was religion, some said it was thought, but unexpectedly it was this reason."

Zhao Huan also agreed with Wei Sheng's analysis, the reason was nothing fancy, but they were too poor and backward.

When they became rich, they immediately raised the Malthusian trap.This is exactly the same as the dynasty cycle summarized by the Central Plains people.

As far as the current Taixi region is concerned, it is not even qualified to touch the line of the dynasty cycle.

However, although Da Song was stronger than them, he was not at the point where he could sleep peacefully.

The population of the Great Song Dynasty was 4000 million, which is already at the limit of the dynasty cycle. The most important thing now is to avoid the dynasty cycle.

But before Zhao Huan could figure it out, he heard a surprised voice: "Hey? When did you come here, sir?"

Zhao Huan raised his head, and it was Xiaoyi who brought three bowls of bean curd over with a tray.

When he saw Zhao Huan's familiar face, his face was full of surprise.

Zhao Huan took the bean curd from her hand and said with a smile, "I saw you here, so I came over to take care of your business. Are you helping my mother?"

"Yes, yes. The off-duty time of the day is the busiest time at the stall. My mother can't do it alone, so I'll help serve the dishes and wash the dishes."

The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was interested. Zhao Huan and Wei Sheng looked at each other at the same time. At about the same time, a large number of workers left work, and traces of industry were everywhere in this city.

The middle-aged people on the side were attracted again and asked, "Xiaoyi, do you know this high-ranking official?"

(End of this chapter)