Zhongzhen now also walks on the streets of the bustling city of Yuejing. Carrying on his back, on his shoulders, carrying one bag after another or all kinds of beautifully packaged gift boxes, and in front of him, with his hands behind his back, walking leisurely is Wang Lingbo.

Once a general of the Great Qin Empire, he is now like the most common porter or servant in the head of Yuejing. It has been a long time since he followed Wang Lingbo to the capital of Daming, but he still hasn't fully digested what he has seen and heard here. Compared with Yuejing, Yongdu is like a deserted town. Or the only thing that can compare to this place is the number of people.

In Yongdu, as long as you have the goods, you don't have to worry about not being able to sell. So those merchants, basically their eyes are on their foreheads, and the price, that is naturally a fixed price with no room at all, love to buy or not, anyway, you don't want it, some people sell. In the shops of Yongdu, there is a shortage of goods, and there will always be only a few things. Even if there was a large influx of Ming merchants later, under the deliberate suppression of the imperial court, it was not much better than in the past.

But in Yuejing, there are so many goods that people can see that here, it is a buyer's market. Every merchant will encourage pedestrians to take a look around their shop. And the most happy thing for pedestrians here to do is to bargain with merchants.

There are too many goods, you don't sell, some people sell.

The situation here is exactly the opposite of Yongdu.

There seems to be too much food to eat, so that the merchants have gone to great lengths to make them into all kinds of dim sum with good colors and aromas, just like row after row, on the display case placed outside the store, the small strips of dim sum on the plates, are tasted by people at will. This kind of business, even if it is the same in every shop, now Zhong Zhen feels that he is about to eat.

He must be a person with status, but he is not like Wang Lingbo, who spits on the store while eating. Sometimes, when Wang Lingbo stuffed it into his mouth, he wanted to hide his face in his pants.

But Wang Lingbo seems to take it for granted, and the store doesn't think this guy is annoying, everyone seems to think that things are like this. Even a shop that made preserved fruits was full of surprise after listening to Wang Lingbo's suggestion, and a large box of various preserved fruits from the store was stuffed into Wang Lingbo's hand, as if Wang Lingbo had given him some great advice.

Now this box is on Da Zhongzhen's arm, according to Wang Lingbo, these preserved fruits are going to be given to Shi Niang to eat, Shi Niang is pregnant, and now she wants to eat some sweet and sour things. Wang Lingbo's sister is Wang Yueyao, the head of the famous Daming Department of Commerce, and is also commonly known as the God of Wealth by businessmen.

The food seemed endless, and the clothes also opened Zhongzhen's eyes. In Yongdu, things like silk were expensive, and basically only the wealthy could afford to wear them, but in Yuejing City, silk seemed to be just an ordinary fabric, and the price was only a fraction of that of Yongdu. Not to mention the gentry, even the most ordinary people can afford it. Just as he walked past a cloth village, Zhong Zhen saw a farmer buy a silk horse for his daughter-in-law.

It was definitely a farmer, his rough hands were covered with calluses, and he carried a flat pole on his shoulders, and the two baskets were empty, as if the contents had been sold out. He put the pole and basket outside the cloth shop, and led the woman who was also rough and footed into the shop, and when she came out, the woman smiled with crooked eyebrows, and carefully held a colorful silk horse in her hand.

This made Jong-jin's mouth open enough to stuff a goose egg.

Along the way, he has seen a lot of such scenes. And his demeanor like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden naturally made Wang Lingbo laugh.

"What a hillbilly!" Wang Lingbo's chin was raised, and he said contemptuously: "Do you know? Now in Daming, the real superior people have long been reluctant to wear silk anymore, this thing is slippery on the body, that is, it looks good, and it is really uncomfortable. Do you know what the superior people of the Ming Dynasty are wearing now? Cotton."

"Cotton?" Jong Jin was a little dazed.

"Of course you don't know!" Wang Lingbo smiled proudly: "We don't produce this thing here, the cotton cloth sold on the market now is all brought back from overseas by maritime merchants, I heard that it comes from the Western Regions!" The price is desperately expensive, it's not a rich family, and I really can't afford to wear it."

Of course, Wang Lingbo is not wearing cotton clothes, of course, it is not silk, but the most ordinary linen clothes, in fact, this is also the raw material of most people's clothes in this world.

"Master and Mrs. are dressed in clothes made of cotton, and when you touch them in your hands, that's called softness!" Wang Lingbo said very enviously, "Master said, if I can cure you completely, I will reward me with a piece of cotton cloth."

Zhong Zhen was dumbfounded, or this guy treated himself because of this cotton cloth. Is his dignified general of the Qin State worth a piece of cotton cloth?

But Wang Lingbo pursed his mouth at this moment, "But you were punched too hard by the queen's mother, and I don't know how long it will take to cure you, but I heard that His Majesty the Emperor has ordered Dasi Nong to cultivate this kind of cotton seed, maybe when you are cured, the cotton cloth has blossomed all over my Daming, and it has become a worthless commodity again, alas, my master, but he is too calculating."

Zhong Zhen only felt that he was speechless, and said that for a long time, he or in the future, was worthless.

When he launched a decisive attack on the Xiushui River Bridge, he didn't expect to meet the queen mother of the Ming Dynasty, and he didn't expect that this queen mother who looked soft and weak turned out to be a terrifying grandmaster-level master, that punch dispersed the true qi that he had been cultivating in his body for decades, seriously injured his meridians and dantian, and even more bones in his body were broken. I didn't die, it's really thanks to the young doctor in front of me. He was wrapped into a zongzi like a full month for a month, and now it has been three months since the war, and he looks no different from a normal person from the outside, but he knows that the majestic true qi in his body has long been gone, and what is really difficult to cure is the injuries of the dantian and meridians. Even if he recovers, he is an ordinary person.

At first, when he was lying on the bed like a dumpling and couldn't move, Zhong Zhen thought that it was better to die, but as time went by, the desire to die gradually disappeared, and the idea of survival became more and more powerful. Now, he has already let go of all his original ambitions, regarded himself as an ordinary person, regarded himself as a patient, even if Wang Lingbo often had whimsical ideas and got some medicine to cure himself to death, but he did not complain, let this young man treat himself as an experiment, and he himself wanted to witness a miracle happen.

As a disciple of the highest official of the Imperial Medical Department, Wang Lingbo has a lot of privileges, for example, he does not need to go to the Imperial Medical Department to sit on duty, and going to the army to serve as a military doctor is just an experience. And now, he has opened a small medical clinic in Yuejing City, which is also an experience for him.

And Zhong Zhen is now the miscellaneous guy in this small medical hall, because this medical hall, there are only two of them. After staying for a few months, Zhong Zhen learned a lot of techniques for concocting medicinal materials, and even recognized all kinds of medicinal materials clearly.

Wang Lingbo seems to really regard him as a patient, rather than as an important general of the Qin State, and the Ming State seems to have allowed him to do so, an important person like himself actually let Wang Lingbo take him away easily, and now he is walking in the capital of the Ming Dynasty at will.

Of course, the current self is indeed nothing, even the Great Qin State is about to die, what is a person like himself? Jong-jin struggles not to let himself think about it.

In Yuejing City, he saw too many differences, Yuejing City is like a mirror, showing a thriving and powerful empire in front of Zhong Zhen one by one.

Daqin, you don't lose unjustly.

Now, he no longer has any hope for the Qin State, and deep down in his heart, he thinks that if the people of Great Qin really become the people of the Ming Dynasty, it may really be a good choice. At the very least, there's a chance they'll be well fed and warmly dressed.

These days, he followed Wang Lingbo, and actually saw a lot of people with Qin accents in Yuejing City, listening to their accents, it seemed that they were from different places in the Qin Kingdom, but one thing was the same, and their bodies were filled with a kind of satisfaction, a kind of happiness, which was completely different from the ordinary Qin people that Zhong Zhen had come into contact with before.

Or, this is the will of the people, the trend of the times.

Zhong Zhen was thinking about his thoughts as he walked, but he didn't notice that Wang Lingbo was attracted by a roadside stall at this time, he was still walking forward with a big bag on his back, and accidentally, the whole person actually bumped into a person.

There are just too many people on the streets.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He hurriedly raised his head and apologized to the person in front of him. The man he hit was young, dressed as if he was a noble son, accompanied by a woman who was holding several strings of sugar gourds in her hands and stuffing them into her mouth.

After just looking at this glance, Zhong Zhen's mind thundered like five lightning strikes, and the woman in front of him really turned into ashes, and he recognized it, that is, on the side of the Xiushui River Bridge, the Ming Queen Min Ruoxi who blasted him to his current state with a punch. At this time, Min Ruoxi was holding a sugar gourd in one hand, and holding the arm of this young noble man with the other.

The person who can make Empress Daming hold it so affectionately, in addition to Emperor Daming, how can there be a second person!

Jongjin was stupid all of a sudden.