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The open space in front of the door was sprinkled with water and swept clean, revealing a cool atmosphere.

A low table that can be seen can be seen is opened, and snow-white rice tofu is stacked in a coarse porcelain bowl, and toppings mixed with spicy seeds and coriander are added, red and green.

The thinly sliced meat is fried in oil, exuding an alluring aroma, and the fluffy buns, browned oil cakes, and fried steamed buns are all steaming hot.

According to Murong Wei's temperament, I would like to sit down and taste the snacks of the locals. Just looking at such a big battle around her, lest she add some unnecessary trouble, Murong Wei still turned her head regretfully.

Walking through the bustling crowd, every thing that worried Wuxi Taishou and his wife was enough to make her deeply curious in Murong Wei's eyes.

There is a Gao family cake shop in front of it, which smells like a business that has been passed down from ancestors for generations, and there is a long queue in front of the door.

The pretty little lady was a stove, wearing a red dress and a green skirt, and two long braids were combed with oil and water hanging on her chest. She stood in front of the steamer, and her voice was soft and selling freshly steamed lotus leaf cakes, and the white rice cakes were held on the boxy lotus leaves, dotted with a few green and red threads, which were mouth-watering.

finally couldn't help it, Xia Yuzhi licked his lips, took out a few hundred dollars, and also lined up at the end of the line, bought a lotus leaf cake for each person, and carefully held it in his hand.

After tasting the sweetness of rice cakes, a bend is a flower market, purple and red flowers are in full bloom, and it is a prosperous scene from a distance and near up. The tassel couldn't move, and only plucked Murong Wei to look at the white calamus, but Murong Wei made a mistake and folded the fish market on the other side first.

The short street is lined with fish and shrimp stalls, and the whitebait that has just been netted from Taihu Lake is snow-white and clear, and the fresh fish and shrimp exude a fishy smell and are still alive.

There is water dripping shallowly from the front of the stall in the fish basket, mixed with the bluestone pavement, and the fishy smell is even more obvious.

Wen Wan and Xia Lanxin both lifted their skirts, walked cautiously, bypassed the side, and walked to the high convex area in the middle of the road.

Yingluo helped Murong Wei and still wandered along the stall. The tassel is not walking, nor is it staying, so he can only cover his mouth and nose with a silk handkerchief and take a few steps back.

Murong Wei raised her feet to avoid the sewage under her feet, smiled and bent down, picked up the shrimp whiskers with two fingers and held them in her hands, looked at the palm-long prawns, and asked the shrimp seller with great interest: "Such fresh prawns, but the old man caught them with his own nets?"

The goods in their stalls are good, and the shrimp sellers are quite proud: "It was caught by the two sons at night, and the old man sold it in the market during the day. ”

Murong Wei asked the price all the way, and saw that the old man's fish and shrimp were fresh, but the price was fair. beckoned to Xia Yuzhi and asked him to buy some fish and shrimp.

Xia Yuzhi squatted down and chosen, signaling Murong Wei to go back, and Mo was fishy. Murong Wei was not afraid of staining her dress, but squatted down and continued to talk with the old man, asking about his family's livelihood.

After the old man finished weighing the whitebait and the prawns, he calculated the price, erased the odds, and accepted the silver in Xia Yuzhi's hand, and smiled even more happily.

The old man said to Murong Wei: "The girl is about a foreigner, you see this street full of people coming and going, and the business is very good." My basket full of fish and shrimp can be sold out in just half an hour, and the family has enough to chew. ”

The imperial city is prosperous, and I still hear merchants complaining that it is difficult to do business, and my father has repeatedly reduced taxes, but there are still chambers of commerce that pour bitter water, and disputes with the five cities are continuous.

Wuxi Xiaoxiaofang City, on the contrary, does not have this problem. Murong Wei was even more curious and asked, "Morning market transactions, doesn't the government need to collect taxes?"

The old man bowed his hand in the direction of the yamen of the state capital, and added respect to his words: "We are too protective of the people's hearts, and a stall only charges ten cents for the land fee, which is very reasonable." ”

As he spoke, an official came to collect taxes. When Murong Wei looked at it, the two errand servants were all dressed in neat official uniforms, and their name tags were hanging around their waists, which was clear at a glance.

No more, no less than ten cents for a stall, which is extremely reasonable. The vendor took out the money, the servant counted it, and one of them put it in the leather pocket on his chest, and the other registered it. The two of them have their own value and appear to be in order.

Receive it fairly, take it comfortably. No one bullies the market, and no one takes it by force, so there is no need to bother with words. The servants collected taxes all the way, and some of the vendors greeted him affectionately, which seemed to be very harmonious between the government and the people.

The Five Cities Soldiers and Horses Division is in charge of taxes, Xia Yuzhi often listens to Xiao Luochen about the conflict between the government and the people, and the Wuxi Bazaar is fair and reasonable, and everything is put in the light, which is somewhat intriguing.

The front of the seafood stall has been turned around for a long time, and the body is naturally stained with fishy smell, seeing that Murong Wei is still asking questions after shopping, the tassel is a little untenable, and gently urges Murong Wei to go to the flower market.

Murong Wei lowered her eyes, her eyes showed a sharp color, but her tone was delicate and soft without emotion: "I'm a little tired, go back and rest first, and then you can go shopping by yourself later." ”

How could the princess care about these fish and shrimp and other things in the past, the tassel really couldn't guess Murong Wei's thoughts, and when she saw her get up, she could only be aggrieved and aggrieved behind her.

There was another pool of muddy water in front of him, and the tassel carefully lifted the skirt far away, lest the muddy water stain the goose-yellow brocade palace shoes that he had just put on.

As the sun rose, Xia Yuzhi handed over the fish and shrimp he bought to the guards in casual clothes, beckoned his sister and Wen Wan to follow, and went back to eat together.

Xia Lanxin and Wen Wan's attention were attracted by the food along the way, and the two also chose a few large purses with large inlays, and prepared the Dragon Boat Festival with silver bare seeds to reward people.

Listening to Xia Yuzhi's call, the two of them stood up with some unfinished thinking and followed their footsteps.

Walking back side by side with Murong Wei, the corners of Xia Yuzhi's mouth were a little puzzled, and he asked, "When did Ah Wei become interested in the fish and shrimp of Taihu Lake again?"

"Relying on the mountains to eat the mountains, relying on the water to eat the water, the fish and shrimp in this Taihu Lake are comparable to the grain in the Jianghuai area, and they are all things that the people rely on to survive and maintain their families, so I just asked a few more words", there was still a fishy smell on her hands, Murong Wei didn't care, took a handkerchief to wipe her hands, and then threw the handkerchief into the tassel hand.

The light blue and dark pattern of the Shu brocade silk handkerchief, with the snow-white silver silk money outlines the pattern of the rich Changchun, and the corner of the handkerchief is embroidered with a colorful blue rose flower with a double-sided embroidery technique, which blooms with a chilling wind.

Tassel endured the disgust in his heart and held the handkerchief stained with fishy smell.

Murong Wei's favorite silk handkerchief was thrown away to herself after use, it didn't mean to throw it away, but to wash and iron it for her herself.

Thinking of the fishy smell on the street just now, and the sewage that was dripping down, the tassel was a little disgusted, and he lowered his head to hide his unwillingness.