After returning to the courtyard, everyone divided labor and cooperated, carrying the silver box to carry the silver box, carrying the grain bag, the cavalry guards went to the stables to lead the horses out, and when they arrived in the open space outside the courtyard, they were converted into temporary leg power to transport money and food weapons. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The entire moving work was completed in less than an hour, and everyone hurriedly finished lunch and moved out of the Dongchayuan under the command of Zhu Youhua.

During the Ming Dynasty, Huai'an Mansion, as the seat of the governor's yamen, was not only the political center of the north of the south and the north, but also the place where merchants gathered. Among them, the transportation and marketing of grain and salt is the largest commercial activity.

Shuidong Street in the northeast of Fucheng is also called Salt Street, and the commercial houses that operate salt are one by one, and there is a poem to describe it: "The traders from the south have arrived, and the salt factory is full of snow." In addition, various handicraft workshops have sprung up. During the Hongwu period of the Ming Dynasty, a new city was built to form a rectangular city that was narrow from east to west and long from north to south. "Like the flow of cars and horses in front of the door, like the water enclosure of the people's house", it is a portrayal of the dense and prosperous economy of the Huai'an Canal in those years.

However, Huai'an at the end of Chongzhen was no longer prosperous. The Jiangbei area alternates disasters and famines, bandits and rogues are rampant, displaced people are everywhere, the canals are cut off, commerce is sluggish, the city is not prosperous, and Huai'an, which was prosperous and beautiful in the past, has become like a beggar begging for food, and the streets are full of refugees, and they are filthy.

As soon as he got out of the East Inspection Courtyard, Zhu Youhua saw many homeless beggars lying in the corners on both sides of the street, with knotted clothes on their bodies, shivering incessantly in the cold wind. There were also hungry and cold cries of children. or the voice is mournful, or the strength is weak, and the state is so miserable that people can't bear to see it.

Zhu Youhua frowned lightly, and said to Tian Cheng who was accompanying him: "I remember that there are no Yangji Courtyards and Porridge Factories in Fucheng?" Why are there still so many homeless beggars? ”

Tian Cheng bowed and explained in a low voice: "The master doesn't know, most of these displaced people are victims in Shandong and northern Anhui, over the years, thieves and Tartars have alternately ravaged northern Anhui and Xulu, many people have run into the area of Nanzhili to survive, and there are many victims who have flowed into Huai'an Mansion. ”

"Hey, whose fault is it that the state affairs have been so rotten?" Zhu Youhua sighed softly, although he is now a prince, but he can't escape all the way, and when he arrives in Huai'an, he doesn't have much private wealth, all of which are used as soldiers and expenses, and the floating wealth that can be used is really limited, so many victims in the city can't be saved by him alone, even if he wants to save it, he can only wait for more money to spare.

The section from the Bell and Drum Tower to the West Market is again full of homeless people and beggars, who can only sleep under the eaves on both sides because there is no one to shelter them, and it seems that many of them have stiffened their bodies, apparently starving or freezing to death.

"Uncle, okay, just give me a stutter."

"Give my granddaughter a bite to eat, and when the year is good, the old decay will set up an immortal tablet for you, and it will be fragrant every day!"

"Uncle, I have the strength to give you the strength to keep working, so I will ask for a full meal."

Those who have strength are still kneeling and begging on the side.

In contrast to the miserable beggars on both sides of the street, there are well-dressed merchants and magnates on the streets, who come and go in front and back, and what they wear is luxurious and extravagant.

Looking at these people, some of the homeless beggars on the street are numb, some envious, and some serious are full of hatred. This situation fell in Zhu Youhua's eyes, and there was a sigh in his heart, he really responded to that sentence, Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there were frozen bones on the road.

On the one hand, the rich have continuous land and vast houses, but on the other hand, the poor have no land to stand. There is already such a scene in the south of the Ming Dynasty, and the people in the north who have been plagued by disasters and man-made disasters are naturally even more miserable.

No wonder Li Chuang can make such a big fuss in the north, Ming Zhi is going to die, he has to die!

This big empire, both in the north and the south, is corrupt and festering, and it is too lazy to the bone, and only when you are in it can you feel that helplessness and pain!

Unconsciously, the group approached a dilapidated folk square in the west of the city, and a tall and stout middle-aged man wearing a felt hat in the open space in the folk square led a tall horse with a russet head, shouting as he walked: "Everyone, everyone, come and see, authentic Qianli BMW!" Everybody come and have a look......"

The tall middle-aged man's loud voice, coupled with the interesting shouting, immediately attracted a large number of people to watch, those vendors setting up stalls, begging homeless people, as well as citizens, squires, and merchants who were buying things.

The middle-aged man was still shouting, and there were more and more people who came to watch, and in a blink of an eye, they were surrounded by water, and there were many wealthy gentry in the crowd, and of course, there were many local scoundrels, and everyone's eyes were focused on the high-headed horse.

The horse's whole body was russet, shiny like satin, and his sideburns were black and thick; He is a rare seven feet three inches tall, with a broad chest, rounded hips, and four slender and powerful legs; The coat color of the lips, nose and eye circles is slightly lighter, extremely similar to light red, which looks fierce, young and noble. Obviously, this is a one-in-a-mile horse!

However, several veteran and attentive onlookers also noticed that the horse's tail was only half left, and there were two very obvious stab wounds on the left side of its body, and from the moment it stood there, there was not a minute of peace, and the two front hooves kept kicking and planing on the ground, sneezing in the mouth, and the head was desperately tilting upward, as if it was about to break free from the reins at any time and gallop away. The most important thing is that it is a BMW, but ordinary people must not be able to control it.

The middle-aged man who led the horse heard that people were full of praise for this horse, so he struck while the iron was hot, reached out and took off the felt hat on his head, and shouted at the top of his voice while waving: "You have all seen it, this is a rare good horse, chasing the wind and racing electricity, can travel thousands of miles a day, if you don't believe it, you can look at its coat color, bones, and even bearing, everything is the best quality, don't look at this horse is tall and strong, in fact, it only has five teeth, and the mouth is tender!" If you don't believe me, take a look? ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the onlookers next to him began to lean up, and when the man saw it, he put the felt hat back on his head, freed his left hand, and opened the horse's mouth, so that people could look at them one by one.

"As the saying goes, a good horse is like a good companion, and it can be said that it is a blessing to have such a good horse in the years of war! The opportunity is rare, there is no such shop after this village! ”

He then sighed, and said with a look of helplessness: "If I am not in a hurry to return to my hometown, and I am not entangled, how can I be willing to sell it?" ”

"How much silver are you going to sell?" Someone asked.

"At today's market price, a horse with a height of four feet and two inches is worth forty taels of silver, and each inch of height increases by ten taels of silver, which is as far as ordinary horses are concerned, my horse is more than seven feet tall, which is very rare, how much do you say it is worth?"

"Less wordy! Simply order, how much do you sell? ”

The middle-aged man thought for a moment, gritted his teeth and said, "Three hundred taels!" Fixed price! If you want to take it away even if you have less money, the contemptible people are in a hurry to make money, which one is cheaper? ”