“We had more means of transportation at that time.
There are cars and trains on the land, like that train that can haul millions of kilograms to Peking in one day, and there are big ships on the sea that can carry tens of millions of kilograms. One boat can transport you on the river for a year, even if you are like you.
There are also iron ships carrying millions of kilograms running through the canal."
Yang Feng is showing off at night.
"How many people are needed to row the boat?"
The onlookers marveled.
Now it can be said that there is a sea of people in front of him, and even the rooftop opposite is overcrowded, and they are all looking at this emperor-appointed time traveler in amazement.
The iron coupons and holy cards were placed aside.
The endorsement of the imperial power cannot be doubted. Believe it or not, you have to regard him as a time traveler.
Although they don’t understand the meaning of this word, all they need to know is that the emperor said that he was an envoy from the Great Xia Kingdom six hundred years later. After confirming this, everyone, including soldiers, civilians, gentry, men, women, and children, all gathered here.
, watching him talk about those incredible but really fascinating things, and at the same time inadvertently accepting his private goods.
Yang Feng picked up the tea cup and moistened his throat...
"We don't need people to row boats. We all use machines. They are machines with tens of thousands of horsepower, which is equivalent to tens of thousands of horses pulling together."
"How much fodder do you need to feed yourself?"
"We don't use fodder, we burn oil, oil, which is extracted from the ground."
"Ah, you feed the horses oil?"
"Well?"
…
Then the magistrate who was doing the autopsy inside came out and interrupted Yang Feng's nonsense.
"Ambassador, my subordinate has verified that it is indeed the salt merchant Wang Yi who saw the ambassador carrying a lot of money outside the city, so he became malicious and conspired with Xu Gui, the owner of the store, to poison the food and wine.
If you poison the ambassador and then divide the money, everyone is responsible for it. Your Majesty will report it. However, the ambassador is alone and carries a large amount of money, so he is easily remembered by the gangsters. He discussed with Xie Qianhu and sent troops to escort the ambassador there.
Xuzhou is waiting for Princess Hanshan and her party."
he said.
Not all the people in the inn were killed by Yang Feng. There were still a few clerks who survived. Just arrest them and question them.
What's more, there are those wines and vegetables that have been poisoned. It's not like the county government didn't do this. Just test the wines and vegetables to see if they are poisonous. This case is not complicated, and it's not just Yang Feng's matter. Pigs behind it
A pile of bones and dregs were dug out from under the circle, so Yang Feng was not the first victim. Three unlucky people had made stuffed buns over the years.
It is said that the meat buns in this restaurant are very famous!
Of course, the mood of the people in Taoyuan County is stable, and many people are recalling long-distant memories with emotion.
"No, I just didn't want to be with them, so I ran away."
"Well, regardless of whether the ambassador is willing to accompany Princess Hanshan or not, he has escort duties within this county."
"Then you will send me to a neighboring county. Which county is to the east?"
"Shuyang."
"Then send me to Shuyang."
"Ambassador Yang..."
"County Master, are you teaching me how to do things? Your emperor wants me to kneel down, but I don't listen. Why do you want me to listen to you? Do you think you are more powerful than your emperor?"
"Uh, I'll make arrangements right now."
"Also, I have Qianguan here. Let's prepare some wine and food. I want to treat them to wine here."
"Ambassador Yang, the curfew is coming soon."
"It's only around seven o'clock, and the nightlife has just started. You are the county magistrate, and you don't have the final say on what the curfew is. I'm just asking you, the county magistrate, do you have the power to decide whether to impose a curfew or not?"
"this!"
"Yes or no?"
Yang Feng once again said as if he was possessed by the Qingyang consul.
The magistrate looked at Xie Qianhu next to him, who nodded. This Qianhu was much larger than the magistrate, but this power did lie with the magistrate.
"Since Ambassador Yang is here, this county should be celebrating, so the curfew will be postponed to the second watch!"
The magistrate said.
Yang Feng nodded with satisfaction, then looked at the audience in front of him...
"Where did you say just now?"
"Burn the oil!"
"Ah, burning oil, yes, burning oil, burning oil is very important..."
Then his storytelling continued.
The magistrate and Xie Qianhu were also watching curiously. It was obvious that they were also very interested in Yang Feng. Believe it or not, they didn’t say, but what he said was really attractive. In this era, what he said was tantamount to
A legendary story with huge imagination. In fact, as a shipping center, merchants come and go frequently. There are already legends about Yang Feng here. For example, he did not kneel to the emperor in the capital, saved Zhou Dexing, etc. It can be said that he has already gained a certain reputation, and now he is a real person.
Here, of course, the small town of Taoyuan County was deserted.
Of course, if you are in charge of food, there will be no one left.
It's a thousand guan.
Because this is a place where grains gather, the purchasing power of money is stronger than in the capital, so you can buy 700 shi of brown rice.
There is enough food for the entire city, and there are only tens of thousands of people in a small county.
In fact, many county towns have less than 10,000 people. Taoyuan is already a relatively large county town.
The people of Taoyuan County were holding bowls one by one, eating free rice happily, eating the dishes taken from the inn, and watching Yang Feng talking under the light. In the end, this should be regarded as Yang Feng's single
The talk show lasted until the second watch, which ended at half past nine. The reluctant people were driven away by the government officials and dispersed to their homes.
This night will be a lasting memory for them.
"Old monk, aren't you leaving?"
Yang Feng looked at the last remaining monk among the mess on the ground.
"The poor monk has already paid the rent here. If the Yamen does not seal this place, he will naturally have to stay here for one night."
The latter said with a smile.
This old monk was in his fifties or sixties. Even if he tried his best to pretend to be kind and kind, he could not hide his insidiousness. However, it was obvious that he had traveled a long way. Because of his background, Zhu Yuanzhang still treated the monk.
Very polite. Of course, because of his background, he also knew the monks very well, so the management was also very strict. For example, in the Song Dynasty, the masters of Daxiangguo Temple opened shopping malls, engaged in finance, and cooked good pork.
It's impossible for him to appear here.
Even the age limit for becoming a monk is clearly defined.
Nuns cannot apply if they are under forty. Only those who are over forty can apply. It is estimated that in Zhu Yuanzhang's view, this age has lost its reproductive value, so just go for it. However, men can only apply if they are under twenty, but not those who are over twenty.
Already.
And it's just an application.
He also had to be inspected by Yulu Monk in the capital for three full years to make sure that he was of good character and suitable to become a monk.
As for taking wives and concubines, that's even worse.
Well, it was actually he who made this rule clear in the form of law. Those previous dynasties simply did not have mandatory rules and regulations, and the wife of my monk in the Yuan Dynasty also married a concubine.
Happy as a fairy!
However, Zhu Yuanzhang made it clear in the form of law that monks could not marry wives, and those who violated the law would be punished by eighty-ten thousand rods. The woman would be guilty of the same crime, and they would be forced to divorce.
, a good day that is as happy as a fairy.
Yang Feng immediately reached back, and behind him, Ruan Xin, who had become his temporary security guard, quickly handed over the store calendar.
This thing is very important at this time. It is issued by the government. It is similar to an invoice. Not only the person must be registered, but also the items they carry must be registered. If the person dies while staying in the hotel, the government will notify his family to collect these. This system currently
It is still very strict. Zhu Yuanzhang's purpose is to ensure the property safety of those who are doing business. It is not that he does not value business, on the contrary, he is very protective of businessmen, but the latter must be legal. If it is legal, then it will be strictly protected. Anyone who makes things difficult for businessmen
All the officials in the country allowed businessmen to be arrested and brought complaints against them, and local officials who extorted money would also be severely punished.
Of course, when doing business in this era, how many actually abide by the law?
Yang Feng took the store calendar and opened it...
"Dao Yan, the host of Qingshou Temple in Beiping."
He said with a deep expression.
Then he looked at the famous old thief.
"This is an eminent monk. Quickly bring a chair for the eminent monk. I will have a conversation with the eminent monk."
he said.
"In a small temple on the frontier, I dare not call myself an eminent monk."
Yao Guangxiao put his hands together and saluted and said.
However, he happily sat down on the chair brought by Ruan Xin.
Yang Feng looked at him with a strange expression, and he looked at Yang Feng kindly, and they both smiled at the same time.
So Zhu Di knew very well what his trip meant. He also really couldn't do without this old guy, but he was afraid that his father would be unhappy when they went to Beijing together and kill the old guy directly. So he simply divided the army into two groups, and he went first.
After entering Beijing by post road, this old guy took the waterway and went south along this route. In this way, he could avoid Zhu Yuanzhang's sight, and then he would just find a temple in Nanjing to stay temporarily. If Zhu Di needed to make up his mind about something, he would go to him nearby.
consult.
As for using your true identity, there is no need to hide it. Zhu Yuanzhang is not even aware of such trivial matters. Being found out using a false identity is the real trouble.
That requires forging documents and directions, which can be easily detected.
"I have a little secret to tell you."
Yang Feng said seriously.
"Ambassador Yang, what do you have to teach me?"
Yao Guangxiao smiled like a centipede and said.
"This secret is very important. I haven't even told it to your emperor. It means that since you are a monk, I can tell you with confidence, but you must never tell others."
Yang Feng said in a low voice.
Then he looked at Ruan Xin behind him warily. Ruan Xin's eyes widened in anticipation.
"Don't worry, Ambassador, this poor monk is a monk and has no interest in worldly affairs."
Yao Guangxiao smiled more like a centipede.
"The capital of our Daxia Kingdom is actually Peiping."
Yang Feng lowered his voice and said.
Yao Guangxiao's smile froze instantly.
"Is this secret important?"
Yang Feng said.
"It does matter."
Yao Guangxiao said meaningfully.
But then, he began to look at Yang Feng with real complex eyes. It was obvious that he understood that Yang Feng probably knew his identity.