"My lord, why are you back again?" Yuan Xi asked when Zhu Meng, who had just left home, came back.
"Forget it, the market today is so crowded that it's difficult to walk in." Zhu Meng wiped the sweat from his forehead with a sweat towel.
Yuan Xi brought a cup of tea and handed it to Zhu Meng, and then said: "Then I won't go today. I will go with the prince tomorrow to see how our Chen'er supermarket can make a living."
"Huh~" Zhu Meng blew the tea in his hand, took a sip, and responded: "Okay, just as my concubine said."
"Pah~" A man was swatting flies from his flesh.
The usually bustling streets in the market are sparsely populated today. Even the teahouses and restaurants that usually have a prosperous business are empty. There is no lively scene in the past. The business of the vendors setting up stalls at the street is also extremely bleak. Many people are hurrying into the market.
Walk down the street.
There are some restaurants, teahouses, silk shops, antique shops, etc. in the market streets. The rich people usually go there. The ordinary people gather here at the intersection to buy some vegetables.
Meat, etc. The street at the end of the street was very lively today. If there weren't stalls to look after, these vendors would all want to go over and see what was going on.
"Hey, Aunt Zhang, where are these people in a hurry today? I didn't sell even one ounce of meat this morning." The man at the pork stall shouted to the aunt selling vegetables opposite.
"Isn't it? My vegetables are all wilted." The vegetable seller replied.
"Brothers, where are you all rushing to go?" The man selling pork couldn't help it anymore and stopped several men and asked.
"Go, go, don't get in my way. The wooden stakes will be chopped off later. It's just a few more axes to go." An older man motioned to the two people behind him to leave quickly.
"Chopping wood piles?" The man at the pork stall scratched his head and looked at the few people walking away in confusion.
"Little prince, eat an orange, it's so sweet." Shang Ziyou peeled off an orange, took a bite, and then handed a piece to Zhu Muchen's mouth.
"Well, not bad, Xiaoman, you should try it too." Zhu Muchen said while chewing the oranges fed by Shang Ziyou.
"Cut it off, chop it off, I've chopped it off." An excited shout came from downstairs as a man chopped off the wooden stake.
"My lord, someone has cut off the wooden stake." Bai Xiaoman pointed out the window and said.
"This man is very lucky." Zhu Muchen stuffed a piece of orange into Bai Xiaoman's mouth and said.
Shang Ziyou looked at Zhu Muchen with an anxious look on his face and said, "There are so many people downstairs cutting, and we are going to lose a lot of money today."
Zhu Muchen pinched Shang Ziyou's nose and said: "Silly girl, every time they chop, they need to spend money. The average cost is five cents per person. I asked Uncle Pang Man to pull these wooden stakes out of the military camp.
It is usually used for training. It is thicker and stronger than ordinary wooden stakes. Even a burly man would have to cut at the same position at least a hundred times to break. Moreover, every wooden stake is cut ninety-five times.
A new wooden stake will be replaced. There is also a clear notice below, indicating that a wooden stake can only be cut ninety-five times. The possibility of cutting the wooden stake is extremely small. At most, it can be cut by a few lucky people every day.
broken, and the value of a wooden stake is only about thirty cents."
"But all these people's money went to the vendors." Bai Xiaoman said doubtfully.
Zhu Muchen said with a smile: "The supermarket has provided them with a large number of customers, and their earnings must be dozens of times more than before. We only need to extract their profits every day, for example, thirty Wen from one tael of silver, that is,
The supermarket trades one thousand taels a day, and we can get thirty taels, and some people will choose to come and watch the sideshow instead of cutting the wood piles. If the number is full, we can cut up to ten wood piles in one day. The cost of the wood piles is only three hundred Wen, which is fine.
Regardless, we still have twenty taels, and the chopped wooden stakes can be taken back to the palace or the military camp for use."
When Bai Xiaoman and Monk Ziyou heard this, they felt suddenly enlightened. The two of them held Zhu Muchen's arms and said, "Little Prince, you are so amazing."
Zhu Muchen gently broke away from her hand, then put his arms around their slender waists and said: "These are just drizzle, the three-place prize roll is the highlight."
Bai Xiaoman and Shang Ziyou were about to ask something when Zhu Muchen held their hands and said, "It's getting late, let's go home."
There was still a lot of traffic in front of the supermarket in the afternoon, and there were far fewer people buying lottery tickets from the three places. There were only a few dozen people in the queue, but there was still a long queue to participate in the axe-cutting, with no end in sight.
Zhu Muchen glanced at the long queue of wood pile cutters, then turned around and said to Bai Xiaoman and Shang Ziyou: "Let's go home." Several followers who had been standing outside the door quickly followed after Zhu Muchen left.
"Hey, young prince, there are guests coming to the palace." Shang Ziyou pointed to a carriage parked in front of the palace.
"Eight horses, is this a prince coming to my house? Go in and have a look." Zhu Muchen looked at the carriage in front of the palace and then turned around and entered the palace.
"This must be the prince, he is truly a talented person." Zhu Muchen was just about to poke his head in to see who was in the palace, when he was dragged in by a man.
"Chen'er, quickly salute the King of Han." Zhu Meng said with a smile.
"King of Han, Zhu Gaoxu?" Zhu Muchen couldn't help but read out after hearing the words.
Zhu Muchen was shocked. This Zhu Gaoxu is not a good person. He will be a rebel in the future. The old man won't have any contact with him, right? There will be no good consequences if you get together with him.
Hearing this, Zhu Meng hurriedly said: "Chen'er must not be rude. It's all my fault that the king has spoiled this child and doesn't understand etiquette. Don't be offended by the emperor's nephew."
"Uncle Wang is serious. Does the prince know me?" Zhu Gaoxu said with a smile. He was a little curious as to how Zhu Muchen knew him. As far as he knew, his brain disease had only recently recovered.
"Who knows the name of the King of Han?" Zhu Muchen bowed his hands and said, thinking, "You are a great traitor, how can I not remember you?"
Hearing this, Zhu Gaoxu showed a hint of joy on his face. He felt that Zhu Muchen was his admirer, but he was not arrogant. Zhu Gaoxu had outstanding achievements and made great contributions during the Jingnan period. He played a key role in many key battles.
It played a considerable role, especially in the Battle of Liaocheng, Shandong. If Zhu Gaoxu hadn't come to the rescue in time, Zhu Di would have been there, and there would be no splendid country. In the Yongle period, he was called the first king of the Ming Dynasty and it was worthy of his name.
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"Your Majesty, it's a shame, it's a shame." Zhu Gaoxu waved his hand and said.
"Chen'er, please step aside first. My father and His Highness the King of Han have something to discuss." Zhu Meng said to Zhu Muchen.
"My dear, please retire." Zhu Muchen cupped his hands, saluted Zhu Gaoxu, and then left.
"Little Prince" Zhu Muchen had just walked out of the main hall, and before he had taken a few steps, someone suddenly stopped him from behind.
Zhu Muchen turned around and said with a smile on his face: "Uncle Pang Man."
Pang Man bowed his hands and bowed and said: "Little Prince, there are too many copper coins for the three places' prize rolls sold today. If we don't make room tonight, I'm afraid there will be no place to put the copper coins during the sale tomorrow." Today is the first day.
He didn't expect to receive so many copper coins today, and he didn't dare to rush back to the palace. After all, he was now helping Zhu Muchen, so he came back to ask for Zhu Muchen's instructions.
"How many?" Zhu Muchen asked excitedly.
Pang Man responded: "There are about one hundred and twenty strings."
When Zhu Muchen heard this, he felt happy. Each guan is equal to one thousand copper coins. When compared to one tael of silver, these 120 guans are one hundred and twenty taels. According to the calculation that one tael is equal to three hundred soft sister coins, today's income is
Thirty-six thousand, which was just the money from selling prize tickets from three places. The more Zhu Muchen thought about it, the more excited he became.
"Little prince, what's wrong with you?" Pang Man shouted when he saw that Zhu Muchen hadn't spoken for a long time.
Hearing this, Zhu Muchen came to his senses and responded: "Oh~ It's okay, it's okay. I can just bring the money back to the palace from now on. Thank you for your hard work, Uncle Pang Man."
"Yes, young prince." Pang Man bowed with his hands raised and then headed towards the gate of the palace.
Zhu Muchen stared blankly at Pang Man's figure gradually walking away, and suddenly thought of something, and muttered: "No, I still go to persuade the old man tomorrow, but don't get together with that Zhu Gaoxu, that guy will rebel in the future.
, if I have anything to do with him, I’m afraid I’ll lose my money and my life in the future.”
"Uncle Wang, stay here, nephew and say goodbye." Zhu Gaoxu said goodbye to Zhu Meng in front of the gate of the palace.
"Emperor nephew, go slowly." Zhu Meng watched Zhu Gaoxu get on the carriage and then turned and entered the palace.
"Your Highness, Prince Chu has agreed?" A man on the carriage asked Zhu Gaoxu with his hands slightly raised.
"With the support of Uncle Sixth Prince, I think he can still be the prince for a few more days." Zhu Gaoxu sneered.
