Squatting in a plain Wei Palace, accompanied by the grief-stricken Wei He, it has been half a month unconsciously. After all, the young man's heart, Ji Hu, who is only sixteen years old, is about to lose his breath, and he really wants to go out to breathe. Qi Zhong saw his master's thoughts, discussed with Rong Yi, and took advantage of the fine weather to propose that Weifu go out to the Chaoge Street Market to shop, and immediately got Ji Hu's approval.

The early cold morning of winter is also the most lively Chenguang in the Chaoge Market.

The long street market is lined with large wooden shacks on both sides, and the crowds outside the sheds are bustling with people with little end in sight. Each section of the shed is a shop, citrus, silk, animal skins, linen and so on. The most conspicuous is that there are significantly more shops with short weapons than shops in other categories. At a glance, Wu hooks, Yue swords, Hu knives, hard bows, and the guise of soldiers and arrows are connected by the wind, which is dizzying.

Turning the corner is a wide stone street, the blue brick houses are lined up one after another, the city is obviously much less people, the big shops stand next to each other, the salt society, the iron society, the wood society, the valley society, each is a large row of shopfronts, there are many exquisite carts of brocade merchants in the street and the ox carts transporting goods intersect, the rumbling sound of the chariot is endless, and the momentum is much greater than the banpeng market.

The costumes of passers-by are varied, neither the red clothes of Hojing and Luoyi, nor can they be seen that any color of clothing occupies the mainstream, like butterflies flying in the grassland valley, dazzling.

Ji Hu was like a child who had never seen the world, and asked Rong Yi for advice from time to time: "Sir, why is there so little crowd on this stone street than on the side of the slab shed?" Also, isn't it Mrs. Tai's mourning period? Why are these shops still open for business, and there is no need to abide by the regulations? ”

"My lord, according to the etiquette system, only the death of the monarch can be called a state funeral, as for the funeral of the monarch's wife, only the palace and the public family can keep the system for 7749 days. Therefore, the people still live how they should live. As for the stone street, they are all big shops, and they are naturally the business of the clan relatives and nobles in Chaoge City, and these people are not allowed to go out to have fun as soon as they observe the funeral system, so the natural business is not as good as the banpeng street where the people do business. ”

"Oh, I see." Ji Hu suddenly felt a burst of conscience blame, Monk Wei was mourning, and as his little friend, he was wandering around the market for fun, which was a bit unreasonable. Then he stopped, and suddenly there was a sound in his abdomen, it was too hurried to leave the palace in the morning, and he didn't have a good breakfast, which made a fuss.

Qi Zhong understood: "King, it's all here, it's not too late to go back after eating here!" It's still early. ”

Rong Yi looked left and right, only to see the stone street full of layers, the magnificent pavilions are all closed because it is too early, or there are few customers, only not far away in front of a mud house door with a wine sign, the wine sign is wrinkled, stained, it seems that it has not been cleaned for many years, and the words "Shi family old shop" written on it are not very clear. No way, that's it!

Picking up the curtain and entering the store, a lean shopkeeper came to greet him: "Little boy, are they three?" ”

Ji Hu squinted and looked around, the shop was small, and there were four tables under the east and west walls, and under the tables were seats made of pampas straw. Perhaps because this old Shi family shop was the only liquor store open on Shiban Street at this time, it was all full. On the south side, there was a private seat separated by a screen, and the black paint on the screen had peeled off, revealing the white wood color inside.

Ji Hu pointed with his finger: "We want your private seat." ”

The shopkeeper was stunned, bowed down and said with a smile: "Childe, I'm really embarrassed." There is a distinguished guest who has come to stay for a while, and this one has been reserved. ”

"Little Er, check out!" It happened that a table of guests shouted to settle the bill after eating, and Xiao Er had an idea: "Why don't you sit outside, you can still see the street scene outside!" ”

Rong Yi cast an inquiring look at Ji Hu, who nodded helplessly, and the three of them turned around without saying a word and sat down at the table facing Xi, shouting for wine and meat. Who knew that the business of this small shop has always been light, but it has suddenly become popular recently, and the meat was sold out before noon. The three of them muttered and complained for a while, so they had to ask for noodle soup, corn and rice, plus ten eggs and a bowl of miso.

Because the tables outside are densely arranged, the chatter of the neighbors also jumps into the ears from time to time, and from time to time there are always a few people pointing to a high-rise building opposite, and inadvertently mentioning the three words "Bu Zhilou" from time to time. Ji Hu became curious, so he listened carefully.

"I don't know if this Bu Zhilou has opened today? One order a day, one order and ten gold, what kind of person can afford it? ”

Ji Hu was taken aback, what? It costs ten gold to calculate a hexagram? Even when Jiang Taigong sold hexagrams in Chaoge, it was never so expensive. He curiously looked in the direction of everyone's fingers, and saw a tall building standing alone across the street, with eaves and floors rising in the sky, which was very eye-catching. However, the courtyard was very cold, and no one entered or left for half a day.

Ji Hu grinned, and sneered in his heart: It seems that he is just a person who sells his reputation and reputation, and the people in this Chaoge City are not fools, how can ten gold be counted as one hexagram?

was about to bury his head and continue eating, when he suddenly heard a voice from the neighbor: "Look, someone has come out of Buzhi Building!" ”

As soon as Ji Hu looked up, he saw a man and a woman entering the Shi family's old store from the opposite high-rise building. In front of him was a white and fat nobleman, with a face full of meat, and he looked a little angry. The one behind is a woman, her eyebrows are still delicate, and her expression is fierce. The woman had a big shy belly and seemed to be seven or eight months pregnant.

The two of them went straight into the private room with straight faces, and the shopkeeper greeted him personally, bowed his waist, ran forward and backward with a smiling face, and waited very thoughtfully. In less than a cup of tea, the shopkeeper served a steaming plate of stewed elbows. For a while, the room was full of meaty aroma. Ji Hu became angry for a while, hooked his fingers, called the shopkeeper over, and asked, "Don't you have no meat to sell?" What is that? Do people have us, is there a first-come, first-served gift? ”

The shopkeeper was startled and said in a low voice: "A few masters, forgive me." That is the middle son of the ruling uncle, Huada, we really can't afford to provoke it. We are a small shop, and this son was originally disdainful. But ------" he pointed to the big-bellied woman: "That's the concubine raised by Zhong Gongzi outside the city, yes, yesterday I came to the opposite Bu Zhilou to count the births of the fetus in the womb, and I didn't line it." I agreed to come back today, so I had already booked a seat at the shop. Alas, I ate two meals yesterday morning and one night, plus today is counted together, in fact, I haven't given a single child. The middle son of the dignified uncle's family, who would have thought that he would have such a character? The small shop can't afford to mess with it! ”