The bustling crowd continued until the end of the month of Si and became less. At this time, scholars and juren had ordered all the food.

Then he left in groups, shaking his head and shook his head.

As soon as the guests left, they saw errands wearing red vests coming in and out of the ordering hall, taking out the orders.

The errand runners either lead a donkey or a cart, and hurried to various restaurants and restaurants. The red vest and the eye-catching "meal" behind them are gradually becoming a unique landscape in the capital.

The people in the capital gradually got used to it.

Adapted.

It's no surprise.

One moment.

The lobby on the empty first floor was a little quieter, and you could vaguely hear conversations coming from time to time in the dozen or so private rooms on the second floor.

Standing in the lobby, looking up.

Then you will find that the private rooms on the second floor are full of people, and they are also scholars who are not short of money, some friends, classmates, and fellow villagers gather here.

They all like to pay a room fee of two cents, then order a pot of green spring, and then order a few plates of snacks. While tasting tea, eating snacks, and discussing eight-legged articles.

This is how human nature is.

Everyone on this land has liked to join in the fun from ancient times to the present.

As the ordering business of this Bianqifang became increasingly popular, it became the most discussed new thing in the summer of the ninth year of Wanli.

This second-floor private room on Bianyifang, and even the restaurants opposite, soon became a must-see place for some scholars to check in every day.

The scholar sat in the private room and waved Fang Qiu, pointing and pointing...

After all, we cannot get rid of the weaknesses of human nature.

But the idle people can only stop at the private room on the second floor, stand at the entrance of the stairs on the second floor and look towards the third floor, and you will find that there are guards guarding the door of the third floor.

Don't let in.

But the more mysterious the store owner is, the more people look at the third floor.

This is also human nature.

People often ask curiously what the third floor of this Bianyifang is, and it looks mysterious.

Whenever someone asks this question, there will be people with good things who know the inside story come over and explain it seriously.

"Brother, you don't know anything about this third floor...hehe!"

Saying it means not saying it.

The third floor of Bianyifang is still very mysterious.

However, you can often see people wearing silk and satin, with extraordinary temperament, or juren wearing Confucian uniforms walking up the stairs in all directions.

It looks either rich or noble.

The third floor, in the private room.

It was a hot summer outside and it was hard to get hot. The small private room was very cool, and the watermelons passed by Jingshui Town were placed on the table.

There is a wooden barrel in the corner of the wall, and a large piece of ice is placed in the barrel. This watermelon and this ice bucket indicate the level here.

Royal treatment at a glance!

At this moment, the room was quiet and silent. Zhang Jingxiu, wearing a Confucian uniform, sat quietly on the chair, flipping through a book of travel notes in his hand.

On another Grand Master Chair side by side with her, Zhu Yijun, wearing a loose Taoist robe, was also reading a book. He was reading military strategy.

Behind Zhu Yijun was a burly middle-aged prisoner. The back of his hands with blue veins and the horizontal flesh on his neck were visible. You could tell at a glance that he was an excellent master.

There were also several guards standing at the door.

In the silence, there were only the sound of two people flipping books, until Shen Lie's heartfelt laughter came from another private room next door.

The two people who were flipping the book raised their heads, looked at each other, and then saw the confusion in each other's eyes.

Wait until the intense laughter subsides.

Zhu Yijun was puzzled and said, "Who is he meeting?"

Zhang Jingxiu hurriedly said: "It is said that two students from other places who came to Beijing to take the exam, one from Shanxi and the other from Yangzhou. The two of them are doing... tea business at home."

Zhu Yijun was slightly surprised, then nodded, after thinking for a while, he became more confused, and then asked curiously: "Is he going to do a tea business again?"

Zhang Jingxiu couldn't understand it either and whispered: "80%."

Zhu Yijun no longer said anything, but thought about something.

As the national strength of the Ming Dynasty, the crown prince was carefully trained by Zhang Juzheng, Zhang Siwei, Shen Shixing and Feng Bao.

Zhu Yijun is naturally not unfamiliar with the way of business.

He is just a stubborn personality and very rebellious.

Zhu Yijun naturally understood how the tea business was done. Selling tea is naturally the most profitable business in the world, but doing tea business requires tea attractions.

The tea introduction system began in the Song Dynasty, Yuan Dynasty, Ming Dynasty, and Qing Dynasty, and tea introduction was gradually abolished in the late Qing Dynasty.

To put it bluntly.

This is the transportation and sales license issued by the government.

There are transportation and sales quantities and locations on the tea quota, and it is allowed to engage in trade according to the provisions on the tea quota. Of course, there is another function, that is, tax payment certificates.

It is also a monopoly certificate.

While talking.

A few more greetings came from the next door, and soon there was footsteps outside the door. Then Chen Lie took two greetings and walked in excitedly.

As soon as you enter the door.

Chen Lie bowed to the emperor.

"Your descend?"

This man has been to Bianyifang more and more recently. Feng Bao and the Empress Dowager don’t care about him, and it seems that he is showing signs of letting himself go.

Fortunately, this place is not far from the Inner Imperial City and is opposite the North Town Fushi, at least it is no problem at all.

Seeing Chen Lie enter, Zhu Yijun put down the book in his hand, nodded and responded: "Yes."

He was determined to do a tea business, so he decided to say, "Are you going to do a tea business? It's okay, I'll think of a way... to get you a few pieces of tea."

Now the young emperor felt that he had his hands in Dongchang, and his wings were gradually full, and there was a sense of gloriousness between his eyebrows.

In his opinion, Chen Lie is doing things for him, the emperor, and making money for him.

Isn't it easy to get a few tea pieces?

Zhu Yijun has already thought about it. As the emperor, he now wants people from the Dongchang to intervene in the tea business and make a lot of money from money, which will naturally attract a lot of opposition.

Especially those in the Censorate, most of them would shout a few words, and their saliva was squirting all over the sky.

But.

He doesn't care!

That one is dissatisfied.

He asked the Dongchang Tiqi to drive straight in, and then he raised his sword and fell with his hands...

But Chen Lie was stunned, looking at the cold light in the emperor's eyes, he said suspiciously: "Tea gui, what tea gui, what tea gui, what should I do if I want tea gui?"

Zhu Yijun was also stunned.

The two looked at each other a few times.

a long time.

The emperor said, "You have just met two tea merchants and don't want to do tea business. What do you see when you see them?"

Serious and silence.

"Why?"

Chen Lie soon showed a free and easy smile and said with a smile: "Misunderstanding, Your Majesty has misunderstood, I won't do tea business."

What a joke? As a thousand households in the East Factory, Tianjia Hawks want to get involved in tea, silk, porcelain, rice, grain, mines...

This is no different from committing suicide. This is no longer just competing for profit with the people. It is simply a lifeline for the Qi, Chu, Zhejiang Party and the Donglin Party’s official and gentry groups!
Chapter completed!