In larger cities, the busiest part of the morning market is not the center of the city, but the city gate. Even in a capital city like Daliang, it is the same, because you need to pay taxes when entering the city. Under the emphasis on agriculture and suppression of business, the taxes on merchants remain high.
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Therefore, when people in villages outside the city want to sell some goods, they usually do not enter the city, but sell along the street outside the city gate in the morning market.
In addition, these people will also bring back newly issued government decrees, and there will also be special commentators under the city gate to interpret the contents of the decrees to the people.
This is what Jin Yao is doing now, reviewing books at the North Gate of Daliang and interpreting Wei's political decrees.
Of course, this is just an ordinary storyteller. Once he becomes famous, big restaurants in Daliang will invite him to tell stories.
Therefore, Jin Yao's first step was to understand Wei's policies and analyze that King Xi of Wei did not trust Lord Xinling, so he supported Wei Yong to become the prime minister of Wei.
However, in addition, Lord Xinling is not without supporters. The Queen Mother of Wei is a supporter of Lord Xinling, and also constitutes a force in the Wei court, known as the radical faction; while Wei Wang Xi and Wei Yong's faction
are called conservatives.
However, the customs of the Wei State are completely different from those of the Zhao State. The folk customs of the Wei State are not as rough and rough as those of the Zhao State. Instead, they are very delicate, just like the Jiangnan of later generations, full of pursuit of the ultimate enjoyment of life.
The most obvious thing is that the nobles of Daliang, when eating every day, they have to take the first spring water from Dongshan in the morning to make tea, and they have to eat the freshest Yellow River carp fished out of the Yellow River that day...
If I had to use one word to describe it, it would be romantic!
This is also determined by the origin of the Wei State. The three families were divided into Jin. The Zhao State got the horse farm of Jin and defended the barbarians in the north, so the people's customs were strong; South Korea got the arsenal of Jin, so Han's powerful crossbows were famous all over the world; and the Wei State got the
Jin is rich and full of enjoyment.
Jin Yao also probably knew what kind of stories Wei people liked to hear. In the past two days, he also started to tell the story of "Du Shiniang sank the treasure chest in anger", which won full applause. People who came to the North Gate to listen to books every day gathered around
There are also more diners.
"Sir, my master invites you!" Finally on the fifth day, Jin Yao finally attracted the attention of the largest wine shop in Daliang City, and sent someone to invite him into the city to tell stories in Dongxiangchun.
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"Dong Xiangchun!" Jin Yao sighed.
This is a wine shop founded by Bai Gui, the former prime minister of Wei State. It includes chess, wine, books, shooting and other entertainment. Of course, it also has stories from storytellers.
The original location of Dongxiangchun was in Anyi. Unfortunately, after the Wei State moved its capital, Anyi was also occupied by the Qin State, and Dongxiangchun also opened a branch in Daliang.
As for why Jin Yao knew the origin of Dong Xiangchun, we have to talk about the historical entanglement between the Mo family and Bai's trading company. Generally speaking, Bai's trading company is the creditor of the Mo family, and the Mo family forcibly defaulted on the debt to Bai's trading company.
All trading companies have given up trying to recover it.
Jin Yao sighed, he always had to pay back what was due. This was an unnatural cycle and retribution was not good, so he still ended up working under Bai's trading company.
"Please!" Jin Yao followed Dong Xiangchun's deacon disciples out of the north gate and strode towards the city.
"Bai's Trading Company is known all over the world for its fair prices and good moral integrity. If you, sir, are willing to come to my Dongxiangchun storyteller, you only need to read for an hour every day. Dongxiangchun will provide a banquet table for one gold per month, and diners will be rewarded with money."
They are all collected by the husband himself. We, Dong Xiangchun, will also buy his stories at the appropriate price and share them with other Bai’s wine shops!” Dong Xiangchun’s steward did not meet Jin Yao directly, but met Jin Yao through a curtain.
Discuss remotely.
When Jin Yao heard the price offered by Dong Xiangchun, he realized that it was indeed fair and generous. Most wine shops would not spend money to buy stories. After all, there was no such thing as copyright in this era, and the reward money would be the same.
The conditions given by Dong Xiangchun in the wine shop are indeed the best in recent days.
The most important thing is that behind Dong Xiangchun is the Bai family, a long-established aristocrat of Wei State who has access to the powerful people of Wei State today, including Lord Xinling!
"The boss thinks so highly of me?" Jin Yao was a little surprised. He didn't know that Xiangchun treated every storyteller like this.
"Mr. Dong Xiangchun is a novelist. I, Dong Xiangchun, also want to make friends with you and his back!" Manager Dong Xiangchun said with a smile.
"That's it!" Jin Yao nodded, and then agreed to Dong Xiangchun's invitation.
"Sir, are you going to start storytelling today or do you need to go back and prepare?" the steward continued to ask.
"Let's do it today! Let the boss know that it's worth the money!" Jin Yao smiled, holding a fan and a gavel and walked to the chess table in the center of the restaurant.
Originally, this chess table was used by Dong Xiangchun to invite the scholars in the chess club to play chess on the big stage when they had an amazing game. However, it is not every day that there is a chess game that can be played on the big stage. There is no chess game today. Therefore, Jin
Yaoya came to the stage and sat down.
Dong Xiangchun's butler also had good professional qualities and introduced Jin Yao's identity to the surrounding diners. He was a disciple of a novelist and was temporarily hired with a large sum of money.
"What is Dong Xiangchun's main dish today?" Jin Yao looked at the butler and asked in a low voice.
"Sweet and sour fish head!" The deacon didn't know what Jin Yao meant, but he still answered, and then asked someone to serve a sweet and sour fish head.
"Deacon, please sit down too!" Jin Yao asked the deacon to sit down.
The deacon was puzzled. Why did he ask himself to sit down if he wasn't a storyteller? So he looked up at the private room on the second floor, where was the steward's room. After getting a nod from behind the private room, he sat down and wanted to know what Jin Yao wanted to do.
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The diners around were also very curious. Why did they just sit down and eat?
"You may not believe it when I tell you. When I vaguely remember, my family was very poor and it was rare to eat fish once a month. Therefore, every time I ate fish, my father would put the fish head into his bowl first, just like this.
Jin Yao said and put the fish head into his bowl.
The deacon was stunned for a moment, then sighed and said, "Who wouldn't be? When I was young, my parents were like this too!"
The diners around were stunned. It turned out that the story had already begun, but they only realized it later. They couldn't help but think of their parents at home. Then they looked at the table full of delicacies. Did their parents have such delicacies?
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"They always pick out the meat from the fish belly, remove the thorns, and leave the last meat to me!" Jin Yao spoke with emotion, crying and complaining, which made people cry.
The diners were even more ashamed. Confucianism said that we should examine ourselves three times a day. Should we also ask ourselves when eating, have our parents and children eaten such delicacies?
The deacon was very moved when he heard Jin Yao's words, but he hesitated when he saw that there was only a plate full of juice and a few vegetable leaves left.
"I was not sensible at the time, so I would bother my parents to eat fish heads. However, my parents always touched my head lovingly and said, Silly boy, my parents love to eat fish heads!" Jin Yao continued.
"Yes, parents always give the best to their children!" Many diners secretly wept, arousing their filial piety.
The deacon looked at the dishes on the table again, and then couldn't help but said, "But, sir, this is sweet and sour fish head!"
"Pfft~" The diners listened to the butler's words and spurted out a mouthful of old wine. I thought it was a filial piety story, but it turned out that there were twists and turns, and the mountain road had eighteen bends, but I didn't make it!