The bustling crowd lasted until the end of the day and then became less numerous. By this time, all the scholars and officials had taken their orders.
Then they left in groups, shaking their heads and shaking their heads.
As soon as the guests left, they saw errand boys in red vests walking in and out of the ordering hall, taking out orders one after another.
The errand runners were leading donkeys or pulling carts, hurriedly running towards various restaurants and restaurants. The red vests and the eye-catching word "meal" on the back gradually became a unique scenery in the capital.
The people in the capital have gradually gotten used to it.
adapted.
No wonder.
This is the moment.
The empty lobby on the first floor became a little quieter, and you could vaguely hear conversations coming from a dozen private rooms on the second floor from time to time.
Standing in the lobby and looking up.
You will find that the private room on the second floor is also full of people, including scholars who are not short of money, friends, classmates, and fellow villagers gathered here.
They all like to pay the room fee of two cents, then order a pot of green spring, and then order a few plates of snacks, sip tea, eat snacks, and discuss stereotyped articles.
Human nature is like that.
Throughout the ages, people in this land like to join in the fun.
As the ordering business in this restaurant became more and more popular, it became the most discussed new thing in the summer of Wanli Ninth Year.
The private room on the second floor of this cheap shop, and even several restaurants across the street, soon became a must-visit place for some scholars to check in every day.
The scholar sat in the private room and scolded Fang Qiu, pointing and pointing...
After all, we cannot escape the weaknesses of human nature.
But the rest of the crowd could only stop in the private room on the second floor. Standing at the stairway of the second floor and looking towards the third floor, they found that there were guards guarding the door of the third floor.
Not allowed in.
But the more mysterious the store owner is, the more people will poke their heads to look at the third floor.
This is also human nature.
People often ask out of curiosity where the third floor of this cheap store is. It looks mysterious.
Whenever someone raises this question, someone who knows the inside story will come over and explain it truthfully.
"Brother, you don't know something. This third floor...hehe!"
Saying it means not saying it.
The third floor of Biianfang is still very mysterious.
But you can often see people with extraordinary bearings wearing silk and satin, or noble men in Confucian robes walking up the stairs.
It seems that he is either rich or noble.
On the third floor, in the private room.
It was a hot summer day outside, and the heat was unbearable, but it was very cool in the small private room. There were watermelons that had been treated with well water on the table.
There is a wooden bucket in the corner, and there is a large piece of ice in the bucket. This watermelon and this ice bucket show the quality of this place.
The royal treatment at a glance!
At this moment, the room was silent. Zhang Jingxiu, dressed in Confucian clothes, sat quietly on a chair, flipping through a volume of travel notes in his hand.
Sitting on another Taishi chair next to her, Zhu Yijun, wearing a loose Taoist robe, was also reading a book. He was reading The Art of War.
Behind Zhu Yijun stood a burly middle-aged prison inmate. The veins on the back of his hands and the flesh on his neck clearly showed that he was a master with excellent skills.
There were also several guards standing at the door.
In the silence, there was only the sound of two people turning the pages of books, until Shen Lie's hearty laughter came from another private room next door.
The two people who were flipping through the books raised their heads and glanced at each other, and then saw the confusion in each other's eyes.
Wait until Shen Lie's laughter subsides.
Zhu Yijun asked in confusion: "Who is he meeting?"
Zhang Jingxiu said hurriedly: "It is said that there are two candidates from other places who came to Beijing to take the exam. One is from Shanxi and the other is from Yangzhou. Both of their families are engaged in...the tea business."
Zhu Yijun was slightly stunned, then nodded. After thinking for a moment, he became even more confused, and asked curiously: "Is he going to do the tea business again?"
Zhang Jingxiu didn't understand either and said softly: "Eighty percent yes."
Zhu Yijun no longer spoke much, but was thoughtful.
As the national strength of the Ming Dynasty, the princes were carefully cultivated by Zhang Juzheng, Zhang Siwei, Shen Shixing, Feng Bao and other ministers who cared about life.
Zhu Yijun is naturally no stranger to business.
He is just stubborn and rebellious.
Zhu Yijun naturally understands how the tea business is done. Selling tea is naturally the most profitable business in the world, but tea business requires tea.
The tea citation system began in the Song Dynasty, and was still used in the Yuan, Ming, and Qing dynasties, but was gradually abandoned in the late Qing Dynasty.
to be honest.
This is the transportation and sales license issued by the government.
The tea guide has the quantity and location of the shipment, and it is allowed to engage in trade according to the regulations on the tea guide. Of course, it also has a function, that is, a tax payment certificate.
It is also a certificate of exclusive sale.
During the conversation.
A few more greetings came from the next door, and soon there were footsteps outside the door, and then Shen Lie opened the door and walked in excitedly, holding two greeting cards.
As soon as you enter the door.
Shen Lie then bowed to the emperor.
"Is your Majesty here?"
This man has been coming to Bianyifang more and more recently. Feng Bao and the Queen Mother don't care about him anymore, and they seem to be letting themselves go.
Fortunately, this place is not far from the Inner Imperial City and opposite Fusi in Beizhen, so at least it won't be a problem completely.
Seeing Shen Lie entering the room, Zhu Yijun put down the book in his hand, nodded and said, "Yes."
He was sure that Shen Lie wanted to do the tea business, so he decided: "Are you going to do the tea business? Well, I will think of a way... to get you some tea invitations."
Now the young emperor feels that he has Dongchang in his hand, his wings are gradually becoming fuller, and there is a majestic and domineering air between his brows.
In his opinion, Shen Lie was doing things for him, the emperor, and making money for him.
Isn’t it easy to get a few tea guides?
Zhu Yijun has already thought about it. As the emperor, he now wants to let people from Dongchang get involved in the tea business and make a lot of money to make private money. Naturally, he will attract a lot of opposition.
Especially those at the Yushitai, most of them would shout a few words and spray spittle all over the sky.
But.
He doesn't care!
That one is dissatisfied.
He then asked Dongchang Tiqi to drive straight in, and then he raised his sword and dropped it, raised his sword and dropped it...
But Shen Lie was stunned, looking at the cold light in the emperor's eyes, he said suspiciously: "Cha Yin, what Cha Yin, what do I need Cha Yin for?"
Zhu Yijun was also stunned.
The two looked at each other a few times.
a long time.
The emperor said calmly: "Didn't you just meet two tea merchants and don't want to do tea business? What did you do with them?"
Shen Lie was speechless.
"Why?"
Soon Shen Lie showed a free and easy smile and said with a smile: "Misunderstanding, Your Majesty, I am not in the tea business."
Are you kidding me? As a member of the Dongchang Qianhu, Tianjia Eagle Dog wants to get involved in tea, silk, porcelain, rice, grain, mines...
This is no different from seeking death. This is no longer just about competing for profits with the people. This is simply affecting the lifeblood of the Qi, Chu, Zhejiang Party and Donglin Party, the official and gentry group!