After signing the contract with the shopkeeper, the money and goods were paid, and the silver of forty-one taels and five coins arrived, and Xia Yuan couldn't help but feel good.

It seems that he has made a profit, and the shopkeeper has lost, but in fact, if he really loses, the shopkeeper will never agree to this price.

So he may make a small profit, but the boss definitely does not lose.

At best, it's just a few taels less.

It's a pity that this era does not apply to sharing, otherwise sharing is the fairest.

Before leaving, Xia Yuan bought two more pieces of good paper, and promised to send some more manuscripts over in ten days, and then was sent out of the door by the shopkeeper.

More than forty taels of silver weighed nearly three catties, and it was heavy in his arms, strictly speaking, this was the first pot of gold he earned after crossing to the Ming Dynasty, and he was one step closer to buying a house in the capital.

It was already afternoon at this time, and the lunch time had already passed, and when he passed by a stall with a shed noodles, Xia Yuan walked over and asked for a bowl of wontons.

The bowl of wontons for seven cents is similar to the blunt wontons of later generations, except that there is no shrimp skin, no seaweed, and only a few green onions float on the soup, and the taste is also bland.

After eating a bowl, Xia Yuan touched his stomach and felt that it was not enough, so he asked for another bowl, and the second bowl was served before he had time to eat, suddenly, a sound of kicking and rapid horses' hooves came, accompanied by "Six hundred miles urgent!" Chanting.

Hearing the cries, the people in the street scattered almost instinctively, and then a soldier on horseback stepped on the street, and the speed was extremely fast, and he didn't see much what the man on horseback looked like, and what he was dressed in, the knight was already whistling through the street, splashing countless dust.

"I'm afraid it's the Tatar again." I don't know which diner at the next table said a word.

"Yes, the first two months were also like this six-hundred-mile rush."

"The Tartars are really hateful."

"Hateful."

“......”

Xia Yuan ate wontons, silently listening to the discussions of the people around him gritting their teeth, the relationship between people in this era and Mongolia is like water and fire, even the ordinary people.

But the novel I wrote has a plot where the protagonist plays Genghis Khan, will this cause trouble?

After thinking about it, Xia Yuan felt that it seemed to be nothing, after all, Guo Jing was in which era, I don't know what would happen to Temujin in the future, besides, the life and death enemy of the Han people at that time was the Jin State.

Although Guo Jing is effective, it is also because Temujin is kind to him, and he wants to repay his kindness.

In addition, at that time, the Song Dynasty Lianmeng destroyed gold.

Therefore, even if he led the troops, Guo Jing only helped to attack the Jin State, and during this period, he also tried his best to prevent Temujin from attacking the Song Dynasty, and later broke with Temujin for this reason and defended Xiangyang.

Moreover, the book is full of feelings for the family and the country, the righteousness of the nation, and the main theme is positive energy, which is absolutely in line with the values of this era.

What's more, the novel publishing industry in the Ming Dynasty was already prosperous, and these literati in the Ming Dynasty were also bold, and all kinds of novels satirizing the court and satirizing officialdom emerged in endlessly.

There is also the Water Margin, this book was listed as a banned book by Zhu Yuanzhang in the early Ming Dynasty, because it had content to promote rebellion, but now it can be blatantly placed on the shelves of major bookstores, and it is quite popular.

It's okay to even have a book on rebellion, what is he afraid of.

Of course, if it were placed in my Great Qing Dynasty, Xia Yuan would definitely not dare to engage in such a somewhat sensitive thing, and properly dissipate the pleasures of the Nine Clans.

However, if it was really in my Qing Dynasty, he would definitely be the first to pull the banner to revolt.

Thinking wildly in his heart, the second bowl of chaos also went down, feeling the fullness in his stomach, Xia Yuan got up and left.

Originally, I wanted to pack some raw wontons for my little daughter-in-law to take back to cook, but now that it is summer, I am afraid that it will stink and deteriorate in a cloth bag, so I have to give up.

I went to the market and bought some salt, passing by a stall, I found that the stall owner was killing pigs and removing hair, Xia Yuan stopped his steps, stood next to him and waited for a while, bought a few catties of fresh pork, and asked the stall owner to cut a lot of fat for himself, ready to take it back to refining oil.

If you go back a few hundred years, Su Dongpo, a great writer of the Song Dynasty, wrote a down-to-earth poem that 'Huangzhou is good pork, and the price is as cheap as dung'.

At that time, pork was indeed cheap, and the price was the same as manure.

But now it is the Ming Dynasty, the second senior brother has risen in value, and it is no longer a thing that is as expensive as dung, and the pork that Xia Yuan bought just now is a pound of twelve wen.

Twelve wen doesn't sound expensive, but at this time, the mutton is only a dozen wen a catty, and there are few more than twenty wen.

As for the reason for the doubling of the value of pigs, it is definitely not because of the reason for the comic comparison of the emperor's surname Zhu in the Ming Dynasty, but because castration became a norm in the Ming Dynasty.

If the pig is not castrated, it will taste fishy and smelly, but the pork will become very fragrant if it has been castrated.

Xia Yuan continued to wander around the market with pork, and he was going to buy some more spices and bring stew at home.

Thanks to Zheng He's blessing in the West, a large number of spices from Southeast Asia poured into the territory of the Ming Dynasty, to what extent, and many times the imperial court even took these spices to the minister's salary.

If you are an official in the court, if you don't have three or five buckets of spices at home, you are embarrassed to go out and greet people.

However, although the quantity of spices was so large that it caused a qualitative change, it was no longer a luxury item for the aristocracy and could be purchased by the common people, but the price was still not cheap.

Xia Yuan bought a small bag of pepper and spent more than a tael of silver, which was really distressing, but he couldn't find where to sell star anise cinnamon and ginger, and finally asked someone to find these things in the pharmacy.

It turns out that these things were not only seasonings in the Ming Dynasty, but also medicinal materials.

After buying these, Xia Yuan walked around the market for a while and bought some other things, including a silver hairpin with exquisite workmanship, which was given to the little daughter-in-law at home, the little girl didn't even have a better hairpin, and she only used a wooden hairpin every time she curled her hair.

Nearly half of the forty taels of silver he earned were spent, and then he hired an ox cart and went to Xiajiazhuang with large bags.