It was just after dawn and the sky was not bright yet. Zhang Laosan had already gotten up early and prepared the tofu to be sold today.
He is an ordinary tofu hawker in the capital. An ancestral house was handed down from his ancestors, which gave him with a meager income a place to stay at the foot of the emperor in the capital. It is precisely because of this old house that he is like this
Only a hawker could arrange a decent marriage, and his wife gave birth to two sons and a daughter.
Having more children is a good thing, but it also means that Zhang Laosan has to work harder to sell tofu.
According to his usual habit, he got up at dawn to make tofu and finished the tofu just after dawn and before the sky was completely bright.
At this time, he would carry tofu to the market. Some regular customers would be waiting early, while for some wealthy families, he would deliver it to their doorsteps in person.
"The prince is getting married today. I don't know if business will be easier if we go to the market early."
Zhang Laosan picked up the pole, weighed the strong and heavy tofu at both ends, and muttered.
For ordinary people like him, the prince's wedding was so far away that he had no idea at all.
Perhaps the only thing that has a substantial impact on his life is that many people will come to the prince's wedding. With more people in the capital, his tofu will be easier to sell.
Human beings, no matter where they are or what they are doing, three meals a day are indispensable. Since you need to eat, then someone is not sure to eat a few more pieces of tofu, so that he can sell more pieces of tofu.
Thinking like this, Zhang Laosan walked out of the yard happily.
Opening the door of his house, Zhang Laosan looked up and saw a post five meters high on both sides of the street. On each post stood a guard wearing a double-winged wild goose feather suit and holding an embroidered spring knife.
The street is long, from the street to the end of the street. Zhang Laosan, who lives in the middle of the street, cannot see both ends of the street, and cannot see the Jin Yiwei who are filling the street.
"Going out to do business?" A guard in uniform happened to be assigned to the door of Zhang Laosan's house. He glanced at Zhang Laosan carrying a pole and greeted him with a smile.
Zhang Laosan had only heard that all the Jin Yiwei in Dongchang were Shiba Inu dogs that ate people but did not spit out bones, but as a commoner, he had never had any experience in dealing with Jin Yiwei.
It was just the double-winged goose on the opponent's clothes and the embroidered spring knife on his waist that made Zhang Laosan feel naturally afraid.
"Ah, this poor man, can I go? I sell tofu and I have to rush to the early morning market."
As Zhang Laosan said this, he almost felt regretful. If he had known that he would not go out today, it would have been better to sleep with his mother-in-law under the quilt.
The Jin Yiwei smiled, looked up at the still blue-grey sky, and said, "Go back, the morning market is closed today, and even if it opens, no one will go."
Zhang Laosan's heart was in his throat. He had no time to think about what this sentence meant. He just nodded hurriedly and said: "Hey, okay, thank you very much. I will go back now."
"I would like to advise you, don't go out today, even if the sky falls outside, don't go out."
Zhang Laosan heard the Jin Yiwei's words before closing the door and just felt suspicious.
Isn’t today the wedding of His Royal Highness? How could the sky fall?
But no matter what, he had made up his mind that he would never go out today, even if he was beaten to death.
The door to Zhang Laosan's house closed with a creak.
And similar scenes are happening all over the capital.
