In the morning, Xia Yuan, who was sitting in an ox cart, finally saw the towering city wall of Jingshi Shuntianfu, the blue-gray city bricks with the atmosphere of ancient vicissitudes, reflecting a faint glow under the sunlight, showing the world its majestic spirit as the capital of the Ming Dynasty.

After paying a few copper plates to the merchants he met on the way, Xia Yuan got off the ox cart, carrying a small cloth bag and an oil-paper umbrella, looking at the majestic ancient city in front of him, and his heart inexplicably swelled with unspeakable emotion.

The city in front of you is the center of the Ming Dynasty and the place where the power of the world gathers.

At the same time, it is also the most majestic and prosperous city of this era.

On the second day of the crossing, Xia Yuan already had a dream, made money, bought a big house in the capital, and became a person in the capital.

He thought to himself, and his gaze moved down to the city gate.

As far as the eye can see, there is the east gate of the Beijing Division, which is close to Tongzhou, and Tongzhou is where the capital is transported, and countless goods are unloaded in Tongzhou before being transported to the capital.

To put it simply, Tongzhou is the transit point of the capital.

At this time, there was an endless stream of pedestrians entering and leaving the city gate, and ox carts and carriages full of various goods were mixed with the black and oppressive crowd.

Outside the moat, large and small food stalls are lined up, simple sheds block the sun, and the sheds are full of merchants from all over the world, drinking herbal tea in large porcelain bowls, in order to dispel the heat on their bodies, and occasionally take the time to raise their heads and exchange their experiences with strange guests at the same table.

The moat flows slowly, reflecting a scene of prosperity that belongs to ancient times.

Xia Yuan carried his baggage and was curious, and followed the crowd into this prosperity.

Everything he saw made him feel novel, this was the real ancient capital street, the shops on both sides, the crowds of people, the noise in his ears, everything was so real, it was by no means comparable to the scenes of those costume dramas.

Walking in the middle of the city, Xia Yuan looked left and right, suddenly thought of something, and involuntarily put his hand into his arms, I heard that the ancient pickpockets were very powerful, and there was a sect inheritance.

It wasn't until he felt the touch of those few taels of silver that he felt relieved.

Although it was less than ten taels of silver, it was all his possessions.

This is not a lot of money, and he plans to buy some cloth first and take it back to make some clothes for the little daughter-in-law at home.

In the morning, Xia Yuan noticed that the little daughter-in-law had changed her wedding dress and replaced it with a coarse cloth dress with a lot of patches, and it had been washed white.

Then I have to buy some dim sum candy cubes, the girl is young, it is the time when she is greedy, and the food in this era is not very rich, and the dim sum candy cubes should be very suitable for her appetite.

In the capital of the Ming Dynasty, a young man looked around, his eyes flashing.

Along the way, observing the business model of the Ming Dynasty, Xia Yuan found at least a dozen business opportunities, some of which required a lot of silver, and some of which required a lot of time.

And the only thing that didn't take much time and didn't need much silver, he thought of only one.

But there are still a few items missing.

When passing by a bookstore, Xia Yuan stopped, and then walked in.

The Ming Dynasty was the heyday of the development of classical novels, and the birth of movable type printing brought the publishing industry to its peak.

In the Ming Dynasty, bookstores were usually also in charge of printing and publishing.

"This son, what do you need?"

Seeing Xia Yuan look around as soon as he entered the house, a guy greeted him.

Xia Yuan turned his head: "I'll take a look at it first." ”

Hearing this, the guy took a look at Xia Yuan's clothes, a cyan robe, although it was a little old, but it was very clean, and he knew that this was probably another one who only looked at it and didn't buy it.

However, Xia Yuan's face is very handsome, with a bookish atmosphere.

In any era, appearance is very useful, and it can make others feel good for no reason, so the guy didn't say anything, nodded slightly and turned away.

Xia Yuan turned around twice, picked up a book on the bookshelf and flipped it over.

In his hand, there is a book that will be famous in later generations, the Romance of the Three Kingdoms.

And placed in a very conspicuous position, it is obvious that this famous book has been a bestseller in the Ming Dynasty.

It's just that the beginning of the book does not have the popular Linjiang Immortal, after all, it is now the fourteenth year of Hongzhi, and the talented Yang Shen is still at the age when his hair has not grown.

After turning a few pages, Xia Yuan put the book back, it is worth mentioning that there are quite a few types of books on the shelves, such as Zhiwei, travelogues, love, and even a lot of Liu Beiwen with colors, he picked up one of them and flipped it twice, and couldn't help but be speechless.

"Good guy, this Ming Dynasty people are playing very flowery, with illustrations, turtles, and this posture?"

With a critical mood, Xia Yuan read all the illustrations on this Liu Beiwen, and after opening his eyes, he silently put the book back, and then picked up another Liu Beiwen to continue to criticize.

Modern people always feel that the ancients were conservative, especially for the things in the men's and women's rooms.

But after Xia Yuan opened his eyes, he couldn't help but want to correct the name of the ancients and keep a fart, there were many postures in it that he had never even seen.

Sure enough, if you don't say that Chinese culture is broad and profound, it is broad and profound at all levels.

In vain, I used to think that the teachers in Xiaobaga Country would know more.

Compared with my ancestors in China, I was suddenly overshadowed.

Xia Yuan roughly flipped through all the books in the bookstore, basically counted them in his heart, and at the same time came to a conclusion.

The Ming Dynasty was really an era of unprecedented prosperity in the novel industry, with all kinds of themes and a large scale.

These literati are really bold, and they dare to write anything.

But this is a good thing, among the business opportunities he thought of before, there were books to do, to be a wave of copyists.

The scale is larger, and it just won't be deducted from all kinds of hats because of words.

As for the copyist.

A large copy of the world's articles, making money, not chilling.

Moreover, selling the written books for money, strictly speaking, is not a businessman, and the manuscript fee earned can barely be called the capital of polishing the pen, and there is no need to be beaten.