Beiping City.

After more than 20 years of development, the population of the city has risen sharply, and the government is prosperous.

Zhu Gaochi only took his entourage Zhang Quan and went to the market in the east of the city.

"There are still a little fewer people."

is used to seeing crowds, Zhu Gaochi is a little unaccustomed.

"It's a lot, when the prince came to Beiping, there were few talents at that time."

Zhang Quan explained.

"A city with a population of less than a million is a big city."

Zhu Gaochi despised it from the bottom of his heart.

Although Beiping is not the political center of the Ming Dynasty, it is also the former capital of the former dynasty.

From the Tang and Song dynasties.

A million people are the standard for big cities.

The large urban population indicates that the higher the consumption, the more prosperous the national economy, otherwise how to support the volume of millions of cities.

Even in the new China, the same emphasis was placed on improving the urban population.

Why did the Western hillbillies come to China and be shocked to say that China is full of gold?

A city of millions of citizens.

Any tax is taken out, and it is an astronomical amount.

Such a huge market demand.

Of course, it is a paradise for merchants, so the hillbillies in the West shout that China is full of gold and rich oil.

It's a pity.

After robbing the heritage of Chinese civilization, how can we cherish the things we have robbed.

Before the founding of the Ming Dynasty.

After the fall of Beiping for hundreds of years, and then for nearly a hundred years before the previous dynasties, the population not only did not grow, but declined.

This is true throughout the North.

"The eldest prince joked, the north is poor, how can it be compared to the south."

"There are many cities with a population of one million, but there are not in the north, and only the south can afford to support a city with a population of one million."

Zhang Quan said confidently.

Even if his ancestral home is Shandong.

"Ignorance."

Zhu Gaochi scolded.

"Bianliang in the Song Dynasty, which is now Kaifeng, has a population of more than 1.5 million, which is the richest city in the world at that time, and ordinary people eat three meals."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible."

Although Zhang Quan is a long-term follower, the eldest prince has always been kind to people, so everyone in the house is willing to get close to the eldest prince.

He refuted the eldest prince, which does not mean that he is disrespectful.

This move shows that he trusts the eldest prince and can tell the truth to the eldest prince, which is more loyal than patting on the back.

His head shook like a rattle, and he didn't believe what the eldest prince said at all.

"For as long as I can remember, I haven't seen anyone eat three meals a day, isn't it a waste of food?"

"Let you read more, and you will know how to eat."

Beiping City, where people come and go, before they know it, the two of them walked to the east of the city.

Those who carry burdens, those who play vaudeville, those who sell and sing, those who cheat money with three bowls, and the shops on both sides, hang high banners.

The two were dressed in ordinary clothes and were inconspicuous in the crowd.

Zhu Gaochi observed the shops, looking for places to sell coal stoves and honeycomb coal, and taught the elders a lesson.

The people of the Ming Dynasty only ate two meals.

Until the middle and late Ming Dynasty, the rich places in the south of the Yangtze River began to eat three meals a day, but the north and Fujian and other places still ate two meals.

"The people of the Song Dynasty didn't eat dinner."

"But Bianliang has a population of more than 1.5 million and no curfew, so how do you understand the prosperity of that time."

"In the night market in Bianliang City, there are more than 80 kinds of chilled drinks alone, and more than 20 kinds of fruit wine, rice wine, and sake."

"The people in the city, who sleep late and have money in their hands, eat three meals a day, of course."

"I don't believe it."

Zhang Quan bit to death and decided that the eldest prince was talking nonsense.

Kaifeng that broken place.

It was the king of Zhou with tens of thousands of pro-troops, plus the family members in the army, that barely allowed the population of Kaifeng City to exceed 100,000.

Man's cognition comes from what he sees.

He has been accustomed to the desolation of the North for generations, and has long taken for granted that the North is poor and the South is rich.

"I'm too lazy to pay attention to you."

Zhu Gaochi saw the grocery store selling coal stoves and walked in to take a look.

The same reason, before the Northern Song Dynasty.

If you told the people of the time that the population of the South would be several times that of the North, they would not believe it either.

After hundreds of years, the northern vitality has been too deeply defeated.

and even the end of the Ming Dynasty.

The population of the North has also recovered to only one third of that of the South.

And antiquity.

The population of the north is more than ten times that of the south.

Therefore, in ancient times, there was a saying that the Central Plains won the world, and the competition for the world was in the north, and there was nothing to do in the south.

There is no other reason.

It's all the same root, the same Taoism, the same system, the same tricks, so the only one who can determine the winner is the population.

In fact, it is also the history of the migration of ethnic groups.

The population from the north fled to the south on a large scale, and at the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, the population from the south was used to migrate to the north on a large scale to govern and restore the north.

A history of blood and tears.

"Guest, what do you want to buy, our store has products from all over the world, everything, and you will be satisfied."

The guy Xu Ning greeted him, his face was full of enthusiasm and a sense of service.

"How are these coal stoves and honeycomb coal selling?"

"The guest officer is really well-informed!"

Xu Ning's exaggerated tone greeted him with half-truths.

"Among the guests who enter our store, out of a hundred, there is not a single one who knows this thing, and the lone guest officer can call it by name."

"Hmph."

Before the young man could finish speaking, the shopkeeper behind him coughed twice, interrupting the guy's next words.

"What do you want to ask?"

The shopkeeper is the shopkeeper in the end.

There are many people who see it.

Although Zhu Gaochi is crossing, it is precisely because of crossing that it conforms to the temperament of the aristocracy.

Straight waist, speak without scruples.

Isn't it a nobleman?

"Are there many people who buy this honeycomb coal and coal stove?"

The shopkeeper was secretly shocked.

Honeycomb coal and coal stove are objects made by craftsmen under the guidance of the eldest prince of Yanwangfu, which are used for people's livelihood, and the method is directly given to the coal farm owners.

The two things are actually easy to imitate, but they do not have the approval of the eldest prince of Yanwangfu.

At least in the city of Beiping.

Which merchant dares to make it and sell it privately?

Coupled with the age of the young man in front of him, the shopkeeper has already faintly guessed, and his attitude is more and more respectful, knowing everything and saying everything.

"There are many people who ask, but few people who buy it, and since I came back from this item, I have only sold less than ten sets so far."

The fewer people who use the coal stove, the higher the cost of delivering honeycomb coal.

"Why?"

Zhu Gaochi frowned.

"A lot of people aren't familiar with it, so no one wants to pay for it, even if the guys say it's crazy."

I see.

The gap in the market cannot be solved overnight.

I have to figure out a way to come out.

If we go with the flow, it is estimated that it will take a few years for the people to adapt to this thing and reach the scale.

If you want to spread it to the whole country, it will take thirty or fifty years.

"Thank you."

Zhu Gaochi guessed that the other party guessed his identity.

Nodded and left.

Went to the next one.

……

"Hey, hey."

"Zizi."

The honeycomb coal in the coal stove is burning vigorously.

The lamb on the skewers made a gurgling sound of oil.

A middle-aged man in his thirties, one bite at a time, couldn't help laughing when he ate.

"This thing is really good, there is a loser in the family, and it was given to others for nothing."

"Monk, it's very fragrant, don't you really eat it? It's just the two of us. ”

"Amitabha."

"After the poor monk came back, he saw the monks with bitter faces, it turned out that the nobleman had opened the meat vows again, which was really a blessing for Buddhism."

"Hahaha."

"Okay, Yao Guangxiao."

Zhu Di scolded with a smile.

is different from his father, Zhu Yuanzhang.

Zhu Yuanzhang attaches great importance to Buddhism, and Zhu Di is a little disapproving.

Buddhism is growing too fast.

However, he hid it very deeply, and he would not show it in front of Yao Guangxiao.

"Our loser has made a lot of money, and when he goes back and sends some money to your temple to make incense, he will no longer pursue us, and he can't always let us be vegetarian."