As soon as they heard that this strange shop turned out to be a black shop, the crowd of onlookers changed their expressions and hurriedly followed the footsteps of several Gongsheng masters and left in a hurry.
It is better to do less than to do more. In an instant, the shop front that was crowded just now became empty, and the good people dispersed one after another.
They only dared to point and watch from a distance, muttering: "You dare to open a black shop in the most virtuous place under the emperor's feet. You are too courageous!"
"Yeah...who is this person!"
Inside the store.
Shen Lie, Zhang Jingxiu, Yun'er, Tian Hong, and the shopkeepers of the Eight Restaurants stood by the window on the third floor, watching the crowd of onlookers disperse.
At this moment, the eight shopkeepers all looked a little dark.
Seeing that the front door of the shop was empty, all the shopkeepers took their leave one after another: "I have important matters to attend to. Please take your leave, Miss Zhang, Shopkeeper Shen, Mr. Tian Haihan..."
"Ouch, people have three urgent needs. Say goodbye, say goodbye."
As the shopkeepers found various excuses and fled out of the store, they hurriedly left while muttering together: "I have something to say first... This method won't work!"
"No chance!"
If you don't open a restaurant properly, you have to do all these bells and whistles.
What's the use?
All the white blind people got up from the arms of their beloved wives and concubines early in the morning.
So as the shopkeepers of the Eight Great Restaurants found excuses to leave, the private rooms were deserted.
The air became stiff again.
After an awkward silence, Tian Hong touched his head and said nonchalantly: "Brother Xian, your method is not very good."
Miss Zhang started to stir up trouble for herself again, and her beautiful eyebrows also wrinkled.
Such a deserted scene made Shen Lie a little embarrassed, but he could only defend himself: "Don't panic... This guy... there will always be a process for accepting new things."
It seems that the people of Ming Dynasty still need to improve their acceptance of new things.
Tian Hong was dubious.
Yun'er was a little anxious and said quickly: "Master, why don't we spend some money to hire a troupe and set up a stage to sing a few times in the West Wing, maybe we can attract some customers."
Zhang Jingxiu's bright eyes lit up and he agreed: "This is a good idea. I have a few close friends in the Liyuan. It doesn't cost much to invite them over."
Tian Hong also said: "It would be good to hire a troupe to promote it."
I saw several people asking for a theatrical troupe in unison...
Shen Lie's face darkened, and he quickly reassured her: "Don't be anxious, don't be anxious."
Even his sworn sister Yue Xuan'er couldn't carry the rhythm, so asking the troupe to play the drums would be of no use.
As he spoke, Shen Lie rolled up his sleeves and whispered, "I still don't believe it!"
Could it be that the food ordering, food delivery, and fast food business models that dominated the world in later generations could have failed in the Ming Dynasty? It probably couldn't.
He gritted his teeth.
Shen Lietou said firmly: "Don't be impatient for a moment and let the gun fly for a while."
Everyone was still dubious.
Across the street.
Beizhen Fusi.
There is no cool breeze inside the closed door. Only the side door has guards wearing bright red brocade clothes and carrying wild goose feather knives and embroidered spring knives coming in and out from time to time.
From the outside, this place is no different from an ordinary inner city mansion, except that it is larger and shabbier than ordinary mansions.
But if you look carefully, you can notice the solemn and majestic atmosphere of this yamen from the inside out. If you look more carefully.
It can be seen that in the courtyard wall inside the gate, there seem to be several hidden watchtowers and bunkers. There are people in the bunkers, and there are also crenels in very hidden positions.
In the heat.
In a heavily guarded compound.
Zhang Jianxiu, wearing a gorgeous flying fish suit, walked out of his official hall, looked up at the big sun in the sky, and then waved to summon a few confidants to go to the prison.
After a while, more than a dozen senior officials from Beizhen Fusi, headed by Zhang Jingxiu, passed through heavily guarded iron gates.
With the compliments of the jailer, he passed through the third courtyard and quickly walked into what was supposed to be the inner chamber. There was also a large, heavy iron door here.
As Tiqi opened the iron door, a stale smell immediately hit his nostrils. The billowing heat wave also contained an indescribable stench, and even a faint smell of blood.
On a hot day, the smell was so sour and refreshing that several commanders and colleagues of Beizhen Fusi covered their mouths and noses to sign.
But Zhang Jianxiu, who was walking in front, seemed to be unconscious, unable to feel the heat or the stench at all...
The commander continued to pace unhurriedly, passing each cell, each step being measured as accurately as a ruler.
Not long after, Zhang Jianxiu stopped in front of a row of cells, and looked at the hot, humid, and very narrow cells with majestic eyes.
There are also the disheveled and filthy prisoners in the cell. This is the legendary Jinyiwei prisoner who eats people without spitting out their bones.
The imperial prison is Tianlao, also called Jinyi Prison. It is handled by Beizhen Fusi, who can directly torture, interrogate, and act according to orders. The three judicial departments such as the Ministry of Punishment, Dali Temple, and the Metropolitan Procuratorate have no right to interfere.
In prison, "water and fire are inaccessible, and the atmosphere of disease and plague fills the prison."
The punishment method of the imperial edict was extremely cruel, with eighteen types of punishment including clamping a stick, skinning, tongue cutting, breaking the spine, cutting off the fingers, stabbing the heart, and playing the pipa.
History says: "The criminal law is self-evident because of its creation, and those who do not follow the ancient system have the imperial staff, the east-west factory, the royal guards, and the governor of the prison. These few people kill extremely cruelly, but they are not beautiful in the law."
As Zhang Jianxiu started walking again, every prisoner in the narrow cell was startled. They raised their heads and began to curse.
"Thief, traitor!"
"You must die a good death!"
Curses were heard one after another, and the confidants following Zhang Jianxiu were furious. They were about to rush over and teach him a lesson, but were stopped by the commander with his hand.
He raised his arm to stop several angry men, and Zhang Jianxiu said calmly: "That's all."
The men hurriedly bowed in agreement and took a few steps back.
As Zhang Jianxiu glanced at those disheveled people who were yelling curses, his cold eyes could not hide the disgust in his heart.
Then he turned and left.
When Zhang Jianxiu walked out of the imperial prison and returned to his official hall, he washed his hands and his face, then a knight in Jinyi walked in carrying several ice basins.
As the ice basin was placed in the center of the official hall, the hall gradually became cooler.
Of course, things like ice basins are not something that ordinary people can enjoy.
After all, ice cubes are stored since winter, and the cost of hiding them in a deep cellar until summer is very high.
Even in the palace, only the Queen Mother, the Emperor, the Queen, and the favored concubines could have one or two pots in their rooms.
As Zhang Jianxiu sat on the chair and began to look through the pile of official documents, the hall became silent until he suddenly remembered something.
Stand up.
The commander hurriedly left his seat, walked along the steps, and walked up to a hidden watchtower five or six feet high at the gate.
Then he stood in the watchtower and looked across the way through the shooting hole, looking at the empty gate of the newly opened shop opposite.
Zhang Jianxiu was stunned, then couldn't help shaking his head and laughing: "Huh?"