Not far from Chang'an, Daxing Village, the village name is simple, and the villagers are simple.

Due to the riverside of Daxing Village, the villagers who have lived here for generations have been doing three things, farming and picking lotus.

When the Tang Dynasty was founded, the land system was implemented, and the villagers here had land to plant, but later the land annexation became more and more powerful, and many people had no land to plant at this time for various reasons, so they could only rent the land of the landlord's family.

The land here is not fertile, and you have to pay too much rent a year, but in a peaceful and prosperous world, it is not enough to die of cold and starvation.

At this time, it is winter, the land must not be planted, and the lotus is naturally nowhere to be picked, as for helping the passing travelers to cross the river, now the river is frozen and cannot be ferried.

The villagers are idle, there is nothing to do, the winter is long, and many villagers are worried about whether the food at home will last until next year.

"This winter is getting colder and longer!"

"No, I remember when I was a child, I haven't closed the river yet!"

"It's a sad day!"

Today's weather is good, the wind is light, and a few old farmers are squatting by the river and chatting.

In this place in Guanzhong, people are used to squatting, just find a place, and squat down for half a day.

"It's a pity that this river is full of small fish, and there are no big fish, otherwise you would still be able to fish with ice!"

"There are big fish in the lake below, but they are all occupied by those people in Jingjiazhuang."

A few old peasants were chatting, and at this time a horse was galloping on the path by the river, and I happened to hear the words of a few old peasants.

"Old man, you said that this river is full of small fish!"

A middle-aged man in a thick coat reined in his horse and rolled over from his horse! This middle-aged man naturally has an aura on his body, and he is not an ordinary person at first glance.

"No, we can't keep big fish, otherwise the people in our village can catch fish!"

"Tell me what kind of little fish it is!"

"I said this official, if you really want to find fish, I'm afraid you have to go to the lake downstream, there are really no big fish here!"

"I'm not looking for big fish!"

The errand officer didn't say much, and directly took out a piece of paper from his arms, which was sent down from above, just to let these people look around for a small fish in Chang'an.

There are drawings on paper, there are descriptions of small fish.

The old farmer was illiterate, but the fish in this picture resembled the fish in the river.

At this time, the messenger was interested, and read the description of the fish in the palace to the old farmer, who nodded, but matched the fish in the river.

"Official, we have this fish you are looking for, but what are you looking for such a small fish?"

"You don't have to worry about this, you can take me to see Lizheng now."

Li Zheng was a village official in the Tang Dynasty, like a village chief in later generations.

There is a sentence in the Tang poem, when you go, you are wrapping your head with your head, and when you return, your head is white and you are still on the edge.

The old farmer brought people to Li Zheng's house, Li Zheng hurriedly came out to greet him, and the official showed his identity at this time, and Li Zheng hurriedly greeted him.

"Let the idlers in the village go to the river to fish, as long as they catch fish, each catty of fish will be charged at twice the price of the big fish on the market!"

Li Zheng stayed there at this time, and a few old farmers who came with errand officials also thought that they had heard it wrong.

Small fish in the river can also be sold for money, which is twice the price of the big fish in the market.

"Lizheng, is it because of the lack of money, or are there no idlers in the village?"

Li Zheng only eased up at this time, twice the price of big fish, how can this be too little, as for idlers, in this winter, the village can't farm, the whole village is idlers.

"My lord, I heard you right, you want to buy this little fish from this river?"

"That's right, as many as you want!"

"What are you still doing in a daze, hurry up and tell the people in the village to dig ice and fish for me."

Chen Fang naturally didn't know that Daxing Village, which had a difficult life, had a side job at this time because of the small dried fish he made.

Even in winter, villagers can fish for money, and they can exchange a lot of money.

At this time, the Tang Dynasty was in its heyday, prices were stable, and the high prices at the end of the Sui Dynasty had been suppressed during the Zhenguan period.

Although prices still fluctuate greatly in some places due to annual floods and droughts, prices in Chang'an have been stable.

The 800-mile fertile soil of Qinchuan is not blown. The land is fertile, the products are abundant, and the water conservancy is convenient.

With the sideline of fishing, Daxing Village will really be able to prosper in the future.

A few days have passed in the palace, and from the mouths of several small highnesses, the delicious name of this small dried fish has spread throughout the palace at this time. The nobles in the palace who were originally quite satisfied with the new snacks launched by the Shangshi Bureau also yearned for it.

In the past few days, there have been a lot of palace maids who have come to the Shangshi Bureau to inquire and ask for it. Even a few talented people specially asked the palace people to give Chen Fang some small gifts, wanting to taste the deliciousness of this small dried fish as soon as possible.

This talented person in the harem of the Tang Dynasty is also a positive five products. At this time, they are all vying to please Chen Fang, and these days they are gluttonous, but they have not asked for anything from the Shangshi Bureau.

Originally, in history, Wu Meiniang also did a talented person, but in the history of this world, Wu Meiniang never did it, but directly entered the palace and was named a beauty of the fourth grade, and then it was Zhaoyi, which was already the second grade.

And several concubines and palace maids who are of the first and second grades are running to the Shangshi Bureau every day. Several palace maids privately joked that they spent more time in the Shangshi Bureau than in the palace serving Niangniang.

Even during the period, Taohong came to the Shangshi Bureau once, and it seems that Taiping must have given Xiaoyu a commercial tout to her mother, and even Wu Meiniang sent Taohong to inquire.

At this time, Chen Fang wanted to just wait for the dried fish to be ready to meet the wishes of the nobles in the palace, after all, who could come to ask for it was not the nobles in the palace, and the family background was good.

The concubines of the Tang Palace, and even those eight-grade and nine-grade royal maids, are not from famous families, ministers and powerful families. If you are not from these powerful families, you can't be a nobleman in the palace.

This is an era that pays attention to the background of the family, a woman from a poor family, at most a palace maid when she enters the palace, even if she is favored by the emperor and pregnant with a dragon species, she can't melt into the circle of nobles in this palace, just give a name, that's it.

The nobles in the palace like to urge, and Chen Fang naturally wants to do the dried fish as soon as possible, but he doesn't want something to happen on this day.

There was a palace maid who Chen Fang didn't know who came to the Shangshi Bureau in a hurry, and originally thought that it was just a palace maid who came to ask for snacks, but as soon as this palace maid came, she named Chen Fang.

Looking for Chen Fang, the palace maid said that she was entrusted by Meng Fei to find her, and immediately Chen Fang asked her to take her to the residence.

He lived not far from the Shangshi Bureau, and at this time he was anxious, and the Memphitos came to look for him, but there must have been something big.

When the palace maid saw Chen Fang, she quickly took out a letter from her arms and handed it to Chen Fang.

The letter still carried the residual heat in the arms of the palace maid, and Chen Fang had already recognized the handwriting of Meng Fei on the envelope.

Chen Fang hurriedly opened it, glanced at it, and his eyes couldn't help but widen.

Okay, you Gao'an, spread it in my oil mill.