Zhong Zhen is now walking on the bustling streets of Yuejing City. He is carrying his back and shoulders, carrying one bag after another or various exquisitely packaged gift boxes in his hand. In front of him, with his hands on his back, he is walking leisurely with Wang Lingbo.

The former general of the Qin Empire is now like the most common porter or servant in the capital of Yuejing. He has been honestly following Wang Lingbo and came to the capital of Ming Dynasty for a long time, but he still has not completely digested what he saw here. Compared with Yuejing, Yongdu is like a remote town. Or the only thing that can be compared with this is the number of people.

In Yongdu, as long as you have goods, you will not have to worry about not being able to sell them. Therefore, those merchants basically have their eyes on their foreheads and the prices are naturally priceless. If you like to buy them, you don’t want them. Anyway, some people sell them. In Yongdu’s shops, the goods are short of money, and they will always be just those few. Even though Ming merchants poured in in large numbers later, under the deliberate suppression of the court, it was not much better than in the past.

But in Yuejing, there are so many goods that are so dazzling that it is here that it is the buyer's market. Every merchant will inspire his tongue to invite pedestrians to go around their shops and take a look. What the pedestrians here are most willing to do is to bargain with merchants.

There are too many goods, and if you don’t sell them, some are sold by people.

The situation here is exactly the opposite of Yong.

There seemed to be too much food here, so that the merchants tried their best to make them into various desserts with good colors, fragrance and taste, and they were neatly arranged in rows. On the display cabinets outside the store, the small strips of desserts placed in plates were tasted by people at will. This kind of thing, even if it was tasted in every shop, Zhong Zhen felt that he was about to eat full.

After all, he is a person with status, but unlike Wang Lingbo, he is not as good as Wang Lingbo, who is spitting out his opinions to the store while eating. Sometimes, when Wang Lingbo stuffs it into his mouth, he wants to hide his face in his pants.

But Wang Lingbo seemed to take it for granted, and the store did not think this guy was very annoying. Everyone seemed to think that things were like this. Even after listening to Wang Lingbo's suggestions, a store making dried fruit was filled with surprise and stuffed them into Wang Lingbo's hands with a large box of dried fruits from the store. It seemed that Wang Lingbo had given him some amazing suggestions.

Now this box is on the arm of Dazhong Town. According to Wang Lingbo, these dried fruits are to be given to the master's wife for food. When the master's wife is pregnant, she now wants to eat some sour and sweet things. Wang Lingbo's master's wife is Wang Yueyao, the leader of the famous Daming Commerce Department, and is also commonly known as the God of Wealth by merchants. If you want to do business in the Ming Dynasty, then Wang Yueyao is the god who cannot be avoided.

Eating seemed endless, and wearing it also opened Zhong Zhen's eyes. In Yongdu, things like silk were expensive, and basically only one layer of wealthy people could afford it. However, in Yuejing, silk seemed to be just an ordinary fabric, and the price was only one-small of Yongdu. Not to mention gentry, even the most ordinary people could afford it. Just when I was walking past a cloth farm, Zhong Zhen saw a farmer buy a piece of silk for his wife.

It was definitely a farmer, with calluses on his rough hands, and carrying a shoulder pole on his shoulders. The two baskets were empty, as if the things that were originally contained had been sold out. He placed the shoulder pole and the basket outside the cloth shop, and led the woman with the same thick hands and feet into the shop. When he came out, the woman smiled with her eyebrows and eyes, and was carefully holding a piece of colorful silk in her hand.

This made Zhong Zhen's mouth open enough to stuff a goose egg into it.

He has seen many such scenes along the way. His expression like Liu Laolao entering the Grand View Garden naturally made Wang Lingbo laugh.

"What a country bumpkin!" Wang Lingbo raised his chin and said contemptuously: "Do you know? Now in the Ming Dynasty, the real top-class people have long been reluctant to wear silk anymore. This thing is slippery when worn on his body, which is just a good-looking one. It's really uncomfortable. Do you know what materials the top-class people in the Ming Dynasty are wearing now? Cotton."

"Cotton?" Zhong Zhen was a little confused.

"Of course you don't know!" Wang Lingbo smiled proudly: "We don't produce this thing here. The cotton cloth sold on the market is brought back from overseas by maritime merchants. I heard it comes from the Western Regions! The price is so expensive that it makes people desperate. It's not a rich family, and it's really hard to afford it."

Of course, Wang Lingbo was not wearing cotton coats, of course, not silk, but the most ordinary piece of hemp coat. In fact, this is also the raw material for most people in this world's clothes.

"Master and his wife wear clothes made of cotton. If you touch them in your hands, it will be soft and gentle!" Wang Lingbo said very enviously, "Master said, if I can completely cure you, I will reward me with a piece of cotton."

Zhong Zhenran, or this guy treats himself because of this piece of cotton. Is his dignified Qin general worth only one piece of cotton?

But Wang Lingbo pouted at this moment, "But you were hit too hard by the Queen's punch. I don't know how long it will take to cure you. I heard that His Majesty the Emperor had ordered the Grand Master to cultivate these cotton seeds. Maybe when you cure you, the cotton cloth has already bloomed everywhere in my Ming Dynasty and has become a worthless product. Oh, my master is too calculating."

Zhong Zhen felt speechless and said for a long time that he might not be worth a penny in the future.

When he launched a desperate attack on Xiushui River Bridge, he did not expect to meet the Empress of the Ming Dynasty. He did not expect that the empress, who looked soft and weak, was actually a terrifying master-level master. That punch dispersed the true energy that had been practicing in his body for decades, seriously injured his meridians and dantian, and even more, the bones of his body were broken. He did not die, thanks to the young miracle doctor in front of him. After a full month of wrapping him into a dumpling, it has been three months since the war. He looks no different from a normal person on the outside, but he knows that the powerful true energy in his body has long disappeared, and the real difficulty in curing is the injuries of the Dantian and meridians. Even if he rests and recovers, he is just an ordinary person.

When he was lying on the bed like a dumpling, Zhong Zhen thought to himself that he might as well die, but as time went by, his desire to die gradually faded, and his idea of ​​survival became stronger and stronger. Now, he had already put aside all his ambitions, regarded himself as an ordinary person, and regarded himself as a patient. Even though Wang Lingbo often had strange ideas and got some medicine to cure himself to death, he had no complaints and allowed the young man to treat himself as an experimental subject. He also wanted to witness a miracle.

As a disciple of the highest official of the Imperial Medical Office, Wang Lingbo has many privileges. For example, he does not need to work in the Imperial Medical Office. Going to the military as a military doctor is just a kind of experience. Now, he has opened a small clinic in Yuejing City, which is also a kind of experience for him.

And Zhong Zhen is now the guy who does odd jobs in this small clinic, because there are only two of them in this clinic. After staying for a few months, Zhong Zhen learned a lot of methods of making medicinal materials, and even more clearly recognized all kinds of medicinal materials.

Wang Lingbo seemed to truly regard him as a patient, rather than as an important general of Qin, and Ming Kingdom seemed to allow him to do so. An important person like himself actually allowed Wang Lingbo to take him away easily, and now he is walking freely in the capital of the Ming Dynasty.

Of course, I am not really big now. Even the Qin Kingdom is about to perish. What is my own person like? Zhong Zhen tried hard not to think about this.

In Yuejing City, he saw too many differences. Yuejing City was like a mirror, showing a prosperous and powerful empire one by one in front of Zhong Zhen.

Daqin lost without any wickedness.

Now, he no longer has any hope for Qin. Deep in his heart, he either thinks that if the people of the Qin Dynasty really become the people of the Ming Dynasty, it would be a good choice. At least, they may eat enough and wear warm clothes.

During these days, he followed Wang Lingbo and actually met many people in Yuejing City with Qin accents. Their accents seemed to come from different places in Qin, but there was one thing the same, and they were filled with a kind of satisfaction and happiness, which was completely different from the ordinary Qin people that Zhong Zhen had contacted before.

Or, this is what the people want and the general trend.

As Zhong Zhen walked, he was thinking about his thoughts, but he didn't notice that Wang Lingbo was attracted by a roadside stall at this time. He was carrying a big bag of small bags and still walked forward. By accident, he actually hit a person.

There are too many people on the street.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He quickly raised his head and apologized to the person in front of him. The man who was hit by him was very young, dressed as if he was a young man, and there was a woman next to him. The woman was holding several strings of candied haws in her hand and stuffing them into her mouth.

After just looking at this, Zhong Zhen's mind thundered like a five-thunder strike. The woman in front of him really turned into ashes and he also recognized that it was the Ming Dynasty Queen Min Ruoxi who punched him to the current situation with one punch by the Xiushui River Bridge. At this time, Min Ruoxi was holding the candied haws in one hand, while the other hand held the young nobleman's arm.

How could there be a second person who can make the Empress of the Ming Dynasty hold me so kindly?
Chapter completed!