In his previous life, when Qian Yuan came to Hangzhou for the first time, he felt amazed, but in this life, he completely understood Liu Qi's "Wanghai Tide".

The smoke willow paints the bridge, and the wind curtain is green.

The clouds and trees surround the embankment, and the angry waves roll frost and snow.

The city column bead muscle, the household is full of Luoyi, and the competition is luxurious.

Qian Yuan walked around the street with two entourages, stopping to look around curiously, and even the hollow windows of the roadside teahouse aroused his great interest.

The old man carrying the burden slowly passed by Qian Yuan, and the long tone of the drag sounded in the depths of the alley, and people kept coming out of the door with bowls to buy a piece or two of tofu.

This is Hangzhou hundreds of years ago, just like a woman who walked out of the lady's picture, with a bright water, a shy smile, a whisper, and full of aura.

But soon, this feeling disappeared from Qian Yuan's heart......

Although it is already the beginning of March, the spring breeze has not yet arrived, and the cold and cold are still biting, but all kinds of shops are dotted along the street, and there is an endless stream of merchants walking the streets.

It's a bit of an inexplicable sense of familiarity...... Qian Yuan looked around strangely, and was stunned for a while before he felt that the pedestrians were all in a hurry, with tiredness on their faces, and also with a high-spirited and vigorous momentum.

It's not like Hangzhou, but it's a bit like the big Shanghai in the previous life, with developed business, a very fast pace of work and life, and everyone is struggling to move forward.

What kind of lady in ancient costume, obviously an urban female white-collar worker!

This time I walked far, and after walking two more streets, I could faintly see the Qiantang River flowing through Hangzhou, Qian Yuan couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth when he looked at it, and a large area in front of him was set up with stalls......

"Young master, this is Haishi." Zhang San squeezed his eyes, "It is said that there are a lot of good things." ”

Nowadays, the maritime trade along the coast of Zhejiang is very strong, and large transactions abound, but there are also some inconspicuous goods that will be sold in the form of grass market bulk, which is the so-called sea market.

Qian Yuan pouted, most of the good things in this era were domestic, in other words, the maritime trade in this era was mainly exported rather than imported.

Although the essence of the southeast Japanese pirates in a few years and the Opium War a few hundred years later were both for trade and market, the direction was reversed, one was for export and the other was for dumping.

As soon as this thought appeared, Qian Yuan wanted to slap himself in the mouth, forgetting that he was a traverser, this kind of sea market is simply the best place for traversers to find treasures.

"Is it too late?" Qian Yuan hesitated, he was hanging out these days, but not today.

Zhang San looked at the sky and nodded vigorously, "Don't worry, young master, I have inquired clearly, and it will definitely be in time." ”

But Qian Yuan, who was full of interest, turned around, and could only sigh in frustration, he didn't find anything, there were no high-end gadgets such as chiming clocks, watches, glasses, etc., and there were not even any corn, chili peppers, and other things to improve the diet...... Qian Yuan was a spicy and unhappy lord in his previous life.

But just as he was leaving, the sharp-eyed Qian Yuan saw a very familiar scene from a white-faced man.

You don't need to stuff it all into your mouth, you just need to put the front end between the upper and lower teeth, bite it gently, and the kernel inside will immediately jump out obediently, and the tongue will roll up and take the kernel away, and the two lips will turn over and spit out the shell.

Qian Yuan looked at it carefully for a while, and finally determined that this was the thing he had eaten every day when he made a mistake in the criminal police team in his previous life and was assigned to the propaganda department, sunflower seeds!

"What?" Zhang San jumped up, "You want five coins of silver for such a bag of things!?" ”

The white-faced man squatted there and swallowed a few more, and looked at Qian Yuan with a smile, "If you like to buy it or not, if you want to buy it, you won't be able to buy it if you want to." ”

Qian Yuan pulled the corners of his mouth and squatted down, glanced at it and grabbed a melon seed and touched it, it is quite primitive, it has not been fried yet, it is said that after the sunflower is ripe, the sunflower seeds can be eaten directly.

Maybe it can be grown, although Qian Yuan is a master of grains, he also knows the economic value of sunflowers...... Well, the main thing is that he misses the sunflower seeds back then, and he thought about it and got up and waved his hand.

Zhang San took out a silver horn and threw it over, and said ruthlessly: "It's cut!" ”

The white-faced man slowly took out the scissors and cut off the corners, took out a small scale and weighed it, "It's exactly five dollars!" ”

Although it is not the first time to see it, Qian Yuan is still breathtaking, there is no silver ticket in the Ming Dynasty, and businessmen carry scissors and small scales around them for trading, this ability Every businessman is very good at it, almost every time it is just right, a success.

After going out of the sea market for a while to find the restaurant, sitting down on the second floor, Qian Yuan glanced at the yamen not far away, and then carefully took out the sunflower seeds and looked at them, this thing is dried, can it be planted?

Qian Yuan was still thinking about whether to turn around and try it in the courtyard, when suddenly there was a commotion in the lobby downstairs.

"Of course, brown sugar is only a few dollars, where can it compare to foreign sugar!"

"Songjiang Qian's poetry and book heirloom, I didn't expect there to be a Tao Zhu Gong."

"It's said that it's a showman."

"There are many talented people who can't afford to eat meat in Hangzhou, but there are no ...... to pull down their faces to do business."

The voices of the people downstairs were heard, Zhang San was quite angry, but Qian Yuan smiled and bent his fingers and knocked on the table, "That's it, let them go." ”

It has been more than a month since I arrived in Hangzhou, and the sales of foreign sugar are higher day by day, and even the price of brown sugar has increased by three or four percent, so the reputation of Qian's shop and Qian Yuan can be regarded as "skyrocketing".

It is not yet the Wanli period, and it is not unusual for Xiucai to come forward to do business in person, even in the commercially developed city of Hangzhou.

Although the sale is very good, but Qian Yuan's plan has not yet entered the right track, for him, money is very important, but then he has to use a large amount of money, in this year, the cost of moving his family is comparable to buying property in Shanghai, this is not a small amount of money, it is too late.

However, after calculating it with his fingers, Qian Yuan still has plenty of time to ponder, but he is a newcomer, and he is not well-informed in Hangzhou, and there is no channel to inquire about many things, so he can only sprinkle a lot of money out.

Thinking of this, Qian Yuan touched the two famous posts in the inner pocket of his clothes, one was the famous post of his uncle Qian Zheng, and the other was the name of his uncle's father Lu Shusheng.

The latter is the first in the 20th anniversary of Jiajing, and his reputation in the DPRK is not low, and the current governor of Zhejiang, Wang Chen, is the same year.

These days, Qian Yuan has sprinkled a lot of money out, and he finally found a useful one from the chaotic and complicated news, and did enough homework to have today's line.

There were three or four dishes on the table, a pot of tea, Qian Yuan sat alone by the window and enjoyed it carelessly...... At least it couldn't be made public, so Qian Yuan simply drove Zhang San and another servant, Li Si, downstairs.

In less than half a year, from death to life, but the relatives were born from life to death, the family business withered, the death of the father and brother needed to be investigated in detail, and then he was about to face a southeast rebellion that he didn't know if he could hide, although a series of decisions had been made, but Qian Yuan couldn't help but hesitate in his heart.

The taste of tea is quite light, and a few vegetarian dishes are not tasteless, Qian Yuan waited for a while before seeing the target slowly walk into the restaurant.

Qian Yuan didn't go straight up, he needed to choose an appropriate entry point.

On the next table, the blue-robed young scholar who made Qian Yuan's eyes hot was sneering at his companion and said, "Haha, Hangzhou City is really worthy of being an outstanding person, and the head of the case is in business, it's really a strange talk!" ”

The companion on the opposite side is a young man with a national face, with a beautiful beard, which is the most typical image of a handsome guy in this era, and he nodded again and again, "I went south all the way to Hangzhou, Susong went to Hangzhou, most of the farmland was replanted with cotton, and mulberry gardens can be seen everywhere, you must know that there is no agriculture and no ......stability."

The blue-robed scholar said in a very sour tone, "It is said that Zhejiang is a major province for the imperial examination, and Hangzhou is even more of a leader, but I didn't expect it to be a businessman everywhere, and even the capital of the government examination case is willing to give up the ......."

What's wrong with the merchant, eat your rice!

It's endless, it's not safe to eat, and people are frequently poked in the back upstairs and downstairs.

Although he knew that the status of merchants in any dynasty was not high, and his status was even lower in the Ming Dynasty, Qian Yuan, who had been a merchant for two generations, was furious, and his deliberately closed eyes shot at the scholar like a needle.

The face of the national character at the same table stood up in surprise and arched his hand, "This brother? ”

Qian Yuan took a few steps closer and flicked his sleeves expressionlessly, "Why don't you eat minced meat!" ”