The expression, gesture, look, and voice of the shopkeeper's aunt made Hong Dashou's mind go crazy thinking about it. How could he buy a few fish and still be related to Hanyang's name?

Five hundred years ago, the city of Hanyang did not exist. All the work was in Songdu (Kaicheng). Without Li Chenggui usurping the throne, there would be no such thing as Hanyang.

Is there any ban on selling fish in Hanyang? No, King Jeongjo (actually King Zhengzong) has been dead for a long time, and the three-month ban on killing and eating meat has been lifted long ago.

Furthermore, it’s hard to say whether fish is considered killing and eating meat. European Catholics also eat pickled herrings when they are vegetarians. Japanese Buddhists don’t eat red meat, but they also eat fish.

It's definitely not something wrong with Hanyang. Hong Dashou had seen it before he came. Fish can definitely be sold in Hanyang City, and there will definitely be people buying it.

Hong Dashou struggled with this problem all night, and two more traveling businessmen squeezed into the room. In one fell swoop, most of the room's not-so-large space was taken away, and the odors of foot odor, body odor, and sweat were all over the place.

They were mixed together again, and the room was not very ventilated. Hong Dashou almost didn't sleep all night.

However, these two traveling businessmen set out at dawn, traveling by day and staying overnight, completely following the sun's schedule. But Hong Dashou didn't have to get up early, and they managed to sleep for four or five hours after leaving.

This is not to say that Hong Dashou is lazy, although he is indeed a bit lazy. But Hong Dashou will not be vague about such important matters. There is actually a reason for this.

The fishing boats in Woongjin Port usually pull up their anchors and go out to sea at two or three o'clock in the middle of the night. At this time, the fish in the sea may be more conducive to fishing by small wooden fishing boats operating offshore.

Therefore, sailors, boatmen, fishermen all went to sea in the middle of the night, and would not return to port until after ten o'clock in the morning. Only then can we buy freshly caught fish, so there is no use going early.

It was a bargain, as Hong Dashou could sleep until he woke up naturally, then wash up and even eat porridge and pickles slowly.

When we arrived at the port, the lively scene was still very touching. Fishing boats docked one after another, and the boatmen and sailors brought down boxes of fresh fish one after another.

They are wooden boxes simply nailed with miscellaneous wooden boards. They are padded with straw and roughly packed with various kinds of sea fish. There is also a layer of crushed ice on top. Although the weather is cold, we still have to try to keep them fresh.

There is not a single small fish in the wooden box. Nowadays, there are more fish in the Yellow Sea and the Bohai Sea. There is no need for nets, or even destructive fishing like big nails and rakes. You can just cast the net down casually, as long as your luck is not bad.

, you can always catch three melons and two dates.

Hong Dashou was not stupid. He went up to ask the price rashly and was cheated. He planned to see how other fishmongers negotiated prices, purchased goods, delivered goods, and finally transported them away.

There is no shame in learning. If you are a threesome, you must have a teacher. If you don’t understand, just don’t understand. If you read more, you can avoid detours.

However, Hong Dashou couldn't see any trading scene at all. The fishermen took the fish off the boat and went about their business. They didn't solicit customers at all, or put up a price to sell them. They just left boxes of fresh fish casually.

They were placed on the ground and did nothing except for the boatman to watch.

The boat owners did not look at their fish. Some people sat on the wooden box with their hands in the cage, closed their eyes and let everything go. Some lit their pipes and smoked dry cigarettes, and they were also quiet.

Sitting and waiting.

This is hard to understand. Aren’t you ready to sell it?

Just as I was thinking about it, from the market town on the shore, two or three people dressed as merchants arrived at the port. They were talking and laughing along the way, as if they were on a sightseeing trip, and they didn't look like small traders at all.

But when they arrived at the port, they dispersed, as if they all had a goal. Everyone walked to a stack of wooden boxes. They made a few gestures with the owner who was watching the fish, but the owner actually left without paying.

Or something like that, the people sitting next to the fish became these traveling merchants.

They also looked like they were sitting quietly and waiting, but most of them were picking and choosing, as if they were sorting the fish, picking out the best ones, and putting them in a specific box.

These merchants didn't wait long before the crew members from the inland river cargo ship on the other side ran over. As if they knew each other completely, they walked to the fish pile and moved to the cargo ship on the other side.

Hong Dashou was shocked. There was almost no communication during the whole process. The fish just arrived on the cargo ship from the sea, and then the cargo ship set off one by one, sailing towards the Han River, and the fish could be delivered to Hanyang that night.

The fresh fish sold in the Hanyang market the next morning was so certain that I didn't understand it at all.

The whole journey lasted two hours at most, and there was almost no fish left in the fishing port. All transactions were completed, no currency was seen, and there was almost no words. It was exactly the same as the computer program had set it up, scrolling

Moving forward, finally ending, without any ripples.

Where can I buy fish?

This question was suddenly thrown in front of Hong Dashou. How embarrassing! You have money but no fish to buy. What kind of magical operation is this?

But the trip couldn't be in vain, so Hong Dashou had no choice but to go and inquire. But when the sailors and boatmen on the boat saw that Hong Dashou looked unfamiliar, they turned around and left. They said patiently, "No time!"

Impatiently, Hong Dashou pushed him aside to keep him out of the way.

Isn't this just plain bullying? What does it mean?

At this time, an old fisherman with a cigarette rod in his mouth saw Hong Dashou being driven from east to west and from west to east like a top. He looked completely at a loss.

"Young man, go back, this is not the place you should be."

"Ah, why? Dad, please teach me something." Finally, someone was willing to talk to him, and Hong Dashou was willing to let him go.

"Are you from Hanyang? Or from Gyeonggi Province?"

"I am from Tieshan County, Ping'an Road."

"Then there's no need to mention it. You're not even from Ji Dao. How could someone sell you fish? Who taught you to buy fish? He lied to you."

"Is it true that only Hanyang people can buy this fish?" Hong Dashou heard this for the first time. How could it be so ridiculous? Fish are naturally raised in the sea, and only Hanyang people can buy them.

"Young man, let's go. Don't ask. There's no point in asking." The old man looked at Hong Dashou and still looked like he was asking questions.

"Old man, please do it for your convenience." Hong Dashou quickly took out a small money bag from his arms, poured out a dozen dollars from it, held it in both hands and handed it to the old man.

The old man took a look and felt a little funny. He knocked the cigarette pouch in his mouth on a bamboo stand, cleared the ash, and inserted the cigarette stem into his belt.
Chapter completed!