When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 709: Sheng Jiting Vegetable Market Street (Part )

The carriage made a crunching sound as it rolled over the thin snow on the road.

Sitting in the carriage, Grosien wrapped his thick wool coat tightly around him and squinted his eyes at the core city of the Holy Alliance.

Although it was already early morning, the winter sky was still gloomy and the entire Holy See was shrouded in darkness and blur.

As the mail coach he was riding got closer to the Holy Court city area, he could hear the entire city yawning.

The sound of hot water boiling.

The ringing sound of an old window opening.

The sound of a mother yelling at her child to get up.

The sound of citizens greeting each other as they go out.

A melodious sound of bagpipes could also be heard from Caishi Street.

Those who know the sound of the bagpipes know that this is the opening of the Caishi Street market. Compared to the 3 o'clock opening in summer, the market is delayed to 4 o'clock in winter.

When Grosien arrived at Caishi Street, the clock tower had just rang six times, which meant it was six o'clock in the morning.

So when the mail truck arrived in front of Caishi Street, all it could see were horse-drawn carriages loaded with cabbage leaves, radish leaves, pig manure and sheep dung slowly driving away, but it could not see the grand scene of loading and unloading and wholesale.

"We're at Caishi Street, brother!" The mail coachman stopped his fat and short horse and raised the brim of his hat to Grosien.

Grosien slapped his brother-in-law Kaler who was sleeping beside him to wake him up, then turned to the groom and asked, "I haven't been here for a long time. Is the fish shop still in the same place?"

"It has been changed. Go one hundred and fifty steps forward. On the river side there are shops selling fish, meat, chickens and ducks. You will know you have arrived when you see a red-roofed shed."

"Thank you so much." Grothien dragged his brother-in-law Kaler off the green-painted mail truck and pulled out the purse from the lining of his clothes. "How much should I give you?"

"It's just a piece of cake, fellow believer." The groom responded with a smile, waving his whip and heading towards the Holy See Post Office with the sound of "crackling".

"May the Holy Father bless you!" Grosien quickly waved his hand and offered auspicious words.

Grosien straightened his clothes and stepped on the black snow with ribbons stuck on it, carefully identifying the direction.

With the cold wind carrying the smell of fish and spices blowing on his face, Kaler tried hard to open his eyes and look towards the vegetable market street in front of him.

In January 1448, after the New Year holiday, the Holy See was in the aftermath of the reopening of work.

Caishi Street, located on the east side of Shengxie Court, is the first place to become lively. At least half of the people in Shengxie Court rely on this Caishi Street for their livelihood.

The dim lights illuminated the streets in half light and half darkness, and also illuminated the pedestrians passing by in half light and half darkness.

Workers in blue wool, employees in gray coats, monks in black embroidered robes, housewives with aprons tied around their waists...

Regardless of their class, people are rubbing shoulders with each other on the streets, carrying steaming paper cups of milk and stopping at the neatly arranged stalls to choose and bargain.

They were dressed neatly and cleanly, the floor was paved with tiles, and no one urinated or defecated anywhere or dumped feces buckets from upstairs.

This is not seen in other cities, and such arrangements cannot be seen outside the Thousand River Valley or even outside the Papal District.

The fixed stalls built by the city hall, the sidewalks and driveways paved with tiles, and the smelly sewage flowing under the hollow covers made of mortar.

Kaler was from Hotham County and had been to Flying Castle (now Summergreen City) more than once.

Even in Xialu City, the largest city in Qianhe Valley, there is shit and urine everywhere, pigs and sheep are everywhere, street vendors are everywhere, and scoundrels hide in the street corners ready to extort money at any time.

After recognizing the road, Grosien kicked his brother-in-law's calf and said, "Follow me closely, don't get lost."

"Oh." Kaler, feeling inexplicably nervous, quickly followed his brother-in-law and walked towards the depths of Caishi Street.

Compared to the poor farmer Grosien three years ago, he has now thrown away his coarse clothes and straw sandals and replaced them with a cashmere waistcoat and a sleeved cloak.

Not only was there a cane with a hidden rapier on his waist, but there was also an expensive pocket watch sewn into his chest pocket.

The most important thing is that compared to Grosien, the owner of the small fish pond, this Grosien has a lot more cunning and shrewdness under his honest face.

The young man beside him, Kaler, was wearing a knee-length padded jacket, thin leather armor, a leather belt and iron buckle around his waist, and in the buckle were a light dagger and a small round iron shield.

Although the Holy See is the Pope's favorite place with good public security, the glorious road leading to the Holy See (the long road of blood and sweat) is not so peaceful. If you are robbed by some masked robbers, unless they are senior monks or officers, there is really no good way to catch them.

This time when Grosien came to the Holy See to discuss business, he simply brought along his brother-in-law who used to be an armored sergeant to escort him.

Strolling in Caishi Street, Grosien, who had been there several times, was familiar with the place, while Kaler was overwhelmed.

Caishi Street is actually two streets, with three rows of stalls and one row of shops.

The stalls were made of stone pillars with wooden supports inserted into them, and the supports were covered with oilcloth tiles and thatch.

The vendors stood under the eaves that protected them from rain and snow, poking the bottom of the tarpaulin with mops, causing the accumulated snow to fall down with a loud noise.

Several children came forward with brooms and swept the fallen snow to the side into a pile to avoid fines for the night watchman or falls for the customers.

Looking to the left, you will see a row of stalls by the river, and behind the stalls is a small shipping dock.

Cabbages, turnips, and cheese from South Mound County could be transported down the new canal to the Holy See and Chateau Joan of Arc.

There are several stalls near the river at the corner of the street selling vegetable condiments such as onions, peas, purple eggs, and celery.

Further ahead is the staple food stall selling linseed oil, soybean oil, wheat flour, and potato root flour.

In the middle are vendors selling cheese, butter, honey and sugar, while further ahead you can see foods such as peat, pickles, nuts and preserved fruits.

Kaler looked to the right and saw a row of two or three-story brick and stone houses.

But no matter how tall or short it is, the floor height and eaves line are consistent.

The houses are painted white or off-white and have red tiled or copper roofs.

Rows of doors were open, with new or second-hand clothes hanging on both sides. There were also shops selling scissors, hammers, sewing needles, or furniture or spices.

The employees were still sweeping snow at the foot of the stairs on the first floor, and through the windows on the second floor made of broken glass, they could hear the sound of the boss and his wife fighting.

After the unification of the entire Thousand River Valley, the Papal Palace began to use peat to burn glass in places where quartz sand was available, such as the river beach in Jinhe Township.

Although it is impossible to produce transparent flat glass like white sand glass, this kind of uneven colored glass can be produced in large quantities.

After all, sand and peat are low in cost, and they don’t need to be very transparent when burned, as long as they are light-transmissive.

At present, under Horn's promotion, most of the houses in the Holy See have been replaced with lattice windows and stained glass.

Due to poor technology, the colored glass could not be fired too large and could only be made palm-sized and then inlaid in the lattice window.

However, the shop doors facing the street, especially those of food stores, are made of expensive transparent glass the size of picture frames.

In the misty fog, through the glass and orange lights, you can see the customers eating in the rolling steam.

Holding the bright red noodles with purple egg sauce, diners stir the black pepper sauce into the minced meat and mix it with the brown greasy gravy.

Almost like pouring, he poured all the sticky liquid into his mouth, and then snapped his fingers to order a cup of blue coffee.

He wiped the remaining oil and soup with bread and took the last bite of bread. The coffee just arrived and he drank it all in one gulp.

After eating a lot, sweating and crying, the customers stood up, picked up their hats and gloves, and waved: "See you later."

After saying hello to a few familiar neighbors, he hurried down the dock and took a boat to the factory downstream.

Through the glass, Kaler could see the fragrant bread and greasy broth, as if he could see the tempting aroma with his naked eyes.

Immediately his stomach started to growl.

"Brother-in-law, we've been driving for three hours. Why don't we eat first?" Kaler couldn't help but point to the pub restaurant on the street.

Grosien immediately shook his head: "Those brick-and-tile restaurants charge taxes, and the prices are much higher than those at the stalls. We have money now, but we can't spend it carelessly.

A simple bowl of soup costs you three dinars. Even if you don’t feel bad about it, I do.

Walk a few steps forward and I'll take you to eat at a cheaper market stall, which is better and cheaper than those restaurants."

(End of this chapter)