Autumn of the 17th year of Chongzhen

Chapter 940
Zhu Cihuan grew up in the deep palace and knew very little about the outside world. Emperor Chongzhen only taught him to call an official and salute when he met an official. He didn't have any other survival skills.

Fortunately, he met many nobles. General Nashun led him to plant land for a year and taught him many things. Later, the old man surnamed Wang sheltered him for a period of time, allowing him to have time to study outside the palace. From a lofty prince, he gradually learns to be an ordinary person.

After he was exiled to Yuyao, he met Yuanwai Hu again, and betrothed his daughter to him to make him settle down.

After more than six years of Jiashen, although he took care to conceal it, he was still extraordinary in his bones, and the temperament cultivated in the palace was not so easy to change.

At this moment, Zhu Cihuan was standing on the street, the noise could be heard, the shops on both sides, and the peddlers, immediately attracted his attention, which made him gradually relax his vigilance, and his eyes were once again attracted by the things on the street.

This is no wonder, he had been fleeing before, and his main activities were in the run-down north. Even if he escaped to Yuyao, he was always in the countryside, and he did not dare to enter the heavily policed ​​city, so he had hardly seen such a bustling scene.

It's sad to say, the prince of the mighty empire, if his wife hadn't been able to move after giving birth, he might never have set foot in the county.

When he walked to the street, he saw that there was steaming heat beside the small shops on the street, and many people were sitting at the tables along the street, eating porridge, rice, snacks, meat and vegetarian snacks, old tea and soup.

Although eating outside is certainly not as cost-effective as paddling by yourself, the rising citizen class in the south of the Yangtze River in the Ming Dynasty seldom cared about this, which is also a manifestation of the budding capital.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Zhu Cihuan couldn't help but think of a wonderful book "Tokyo Menghualu" he read a long time ago. It described the city residents who woke up every morning to the clear voice of the time teller, and now eat as much as they do now. Go to work after breakfast.

The people of the Song Dynasty described in it, because the morning market is very lively, ordinary people’s homes do not open the stove, not only many shops selling breakfast are bustling and open every morning, supplying some "irrigating food" that can be bought for ten or twenty yuan. Lung", "fried lung", porridge and rice and other breakfasts, and there are also noodle soup, what is selling noodle soup?It is selling face wash and mouthwash.

Some people buy face wash and mouthwash?It can be seen how far the society of the Song Dynasty has developed.

The scene in front of me, except that there is no one selling noodle soup, can be said to be almost the same as the scene depicted in the book.

The people of the Ming Dynasty were envious and jealous of the life of the people of the Song Dynasty, and they called the people of the Song Dynasty "the proud people with long sleeves" in a sour way, but now it seems that they are also developing towards this.

Zhu Cihuan was walking on the street, and the sound of rolling pins in the pancake shop next to him was crackling, and the smell of pancakes wafted from the pan, making him feel hungry immediately.

On the street, there were already Xiao Si's people running through the alleys pushing carts and carrying food boxes. Zhu Cihuan saw the words "Fumanlou" printed on their clothes, and when he looked up, he saw a flag stretching in the distance. Going out of the street, there is Fumanlou written on it, and a big "food" guise hangs below, and the next few shops are also in general, so I decided to eat something first.

The entire restaurant is a stilted building facing the street. There are four or five tables placed downstairs on the stilted feet, but Zhu Cihuan did not sit outside, but entered the lobby. When the waiter saw a young master coming, he immediately greeted him with a smile on his face, and greeted him: "Mr. Come back to our store. We have a variety of food in our store. You can order it yourself, and I recommend a small one."

The restaurants in the city are mainly based on acquaintances in the city, and the guys are all old guys, so it is natural to know that he is a new face.

"Thank you!" Zhu Cihuan said as he followed the clerk to a seat by the window and sat down. The clerk quickly wiped the table, and then pointed to a row of wooden signs on the wall, on which the prices of various foods were clearly marked.

"It's your first time here. Our store is best at making all kinds of vermicelli, chaos, and chrysanthemum cakes. Objectively, what should we use?"

Zhu Cihuan saw that on the wooden sign, there were ten kinds of shrimp and eel noodles, chicken noodle noodles, fragrant cakes, chrysanthemum cakes, shortbread, sesame seed cakes, etc., but in the end he still couldn't make a decision, and said with a smile: "I'd better trouble my little brother to recommend it. "

"Okay!" The clerk agreed with a loud voice, and asked Zhu Cihuan if he had any taboos, then saluted, and said in a long voice: "Young master, I will guarantee your satisfaction later."

The clerk retreated, and Zhu Cihuan moved his gaze to a corner of the hall. A skinny old man was sitting on one foot, playing the erhu, and a girl in the [-]th or [-]th year was singing the hillside sheep. There were more than ten tables in the entire hall. , more than half of the seats are full, which shows that the business of the store is booming.

As he was watching, the waiter had already brought the food, a bowl of chicken vermicelli, a plate of chrysanthemum cake, a piece of oil cake, and even a mango.

Immediately Zhu Cihuan thanked him, and then started to eat, he was originally a prince, even if he lived frugally in the palace, his life was not much worse, but he hadn't eaten anything serious in the past few years of exile.

Now, although he got a wife and gave birth to a son, the conditions in his family are not particularly good. Even if the culture of Jiangsu and Zhejiang is prosperous, ordinary families will send their children to private schools, and do other things after they fail to study, but he In a small town, there are not many students to teach, and he is too embarrassed to ask his father-in-law to help him, so his life is still relatively poor, and he usually lives on a simple life.

This bowl of chicken powder was in his stomach, and he thought it was so delicious. He even drank the soup, but the whole movement was very light. He put the bowl and chopsticks on one corner, and then ate the pastry separately, chewing carefully. Swallow slowly, and the dishes that have been eaten are also placed neatly. Finally, I tear off the peel very skillfully and eat all the mango pulp.

The soldier who came to watch was secretly amazed in his heart. Judging from the way this man eats, he is definitely not an ordinary scholar. It's strange that he didn't feel surprised when it was shipped over.

Zhu Cihuan ate all the food on the table, the staff recommended just right, no more, no less, he just ate well, and everything was delicious.

For a moment, he felt that it was good to abandon his status as a prince and live this kind of life every day.

"Thanks to your attention, 32 Wen, the young master came back, and the shopkeeper said that he would count [-] Wen for the young master, and hope that the young master will visit you next time." The clerk came forward and reported the account with a smile on his face.

Of course, this does not include the money for the Nanyang fruit, which only came in in large quantities this year, and one costs [-] Wen, which is worth two meals, and ordinary people will not eat it casually.

"Thank you, little brother!" So many things only cost thirty cents, which is really a good deal, but while Zhu Cihuan paid for it, his flesh ached, and his thoughts were shattered in an instant. If he wanted to eat well every day, he still had to have money. Bringing [-] Wen out, he ate [-] Wen for this meal. If he did this every day, he really couldn't afford it.

In fact, he also ate chicken noodle noodles and cakes, and it only cost more than 30 coins. It was because Xiaoer saw that he behaved politely and thought he was a rich man, so he gave him the best one. Normally, breakfast is only more than [-] coins. Money, and working in a workshop in the city, two to three taels of silver a month is completely affordable.

When Zhu Cihuan left the shop, the sun was already high, and the street was much more lively. The doors of the shop were all opened, revealing a wide range of products, many of which were overseas, and there were gongs and drums coming from the theater in the distance. , A sense of prosperity rushed over his face, but Zhu Cihuan tightened his purse tightly, but instead of looking around, he went directly to the grain and oil shop.

(End of this chapter)