Qian Yuan was amazed when he first came to Hangzhou in his previous life, and in this life, he completely understood the text "Looking at the Tide of the Sea" filled in by Liu Qi.

The smoke and willows painted bridges, the wind curtains and green curtains.

Clouds and trees surround the sand of the embankment, and the raging waves roll with frost and snow.

The city has pearls and muscles, the household is full of lushness, and the competition is luxurious.

Qian Yuan took two followers to walk around the street, stopping and looking around curiously. Even the hollow windows of the roadside teahouse aroused his great interest.

The old man carrying a load slowly passed by Qian Yuan, and the long tone of the dragging sounded deep in the alley, and people kept walking out with bowls to buy a piece of tofu or two.

This is Hangzhou hundreds of years ago. It is like a woman who walked out of the picture of a lady. She was so beautiful, smiling and whispering, full of spirituality.

But soon, this feeling disappeared from Qian Yuan's heart...

Although it is early March, the spring breeze has not arrived and the coldness is still biting. However, there are all kinds of shops along the street, and there are endless business trips along the streets.

A little inexplicable sense of familiarity... Qian Yuan looked around strangely, and was stunned for a while before he felt that the pedestrians were walking in a hurry, with tiredness on their faces and a thriving momentum.

It is not very similar to Hangzhou, but a bit like Shanghai in its previous life. It has a developed business and a very fast pace of work and life, and everyone is striving to move forward.

What kind of ancient costume ladies are obviously urban white-collar workers!

This time I walked far and walked two more streets, and I could see the Qiantang River flowing through Hangzhou. Qian Yuan couldn't help but twitched when he looked around. There were a large area in front of him.

"Young Master, this is Haishi." Zhang San shook his eyes, "It is said that there are a lot of good things."

Nowadays, maritime trade is very strong in the coastal areas of Zhejiang, and bulk transactions are everywhere, but some inconspicuous goods are sold in the form of grass markets and bulk sales, which is the so-called sea market.

Qian Yuan curled his lips. Most of the good things in this era were in China. In other words, maritime trade in this era was mainly export rather than import.

Although the essence of the Japanese pirates in the southeast after a few years and the Opium War hundreds of years later was for trade and market, the direction was reversed. One was for export and the other was for dumping.

As soon as this idea appeared, Qian Yuan wanted to slap himself in the mouth. He forgot that he was a time traveler. This kind of sea market is simply the best Taobao place for time travelers.

"Is it too late?" Qian Yuan hesitated for a while. He always wandered out these days, but today he was not.

Zhang San looked at Tianse and nodded vigorously, "Don't worry, young master, I've found out clearly, it must be time."

But Qian Yuan, who was excited, could only sigh in depression. He found nothing, no high-end things such as ringing bells, watches, glasses, etc., and even corn and peppers to improve food... Qian Yuan was a spicy and unhappy person in his previous life.

However, just as he left, Qian Yuan, with sharp eyes, saw a very familiar scene from a white-faced man.

There is no need to stuff all into your mouth, just put the front end between the upper and lower teeth, and bite it gently, the Ren inside immediately jumped out obediently, rolled his tongue and took Ren away, and flipped his lips and spit out the shell.

Qian Yuan looked carefully for a while and finally confirmed that this was the thing he made a mistake in the criminal police team in his previous life and was sent to the propaganda office to eat every day, sunny melon seeds!

"What?" Zhang San jumped up, "You want five cents of silver just like this!?"

The white-faced man squatted there and ate a few more times, and turned his head to look at Qian Yuan with a smile, "If you like to buy it, you will spend another stick of incense, and you will have nothing to buy."

Qian Yuan squatted down, glanced at the corner of his mouth, grabbed a melon seed and touched it. It was quite primitive and had not been fried. It is said that after the sunflower is ripe, the sunflower seeds can be eaten directly.

Maybe he can still grow it. Although Qian Yuan is a master who can't distinguish between grains, he also knows the economic value of sunflowers... Well, he mainly misses the sunflower seeds from that time. He thought about it and got up and waved his hand.

Zhang San took out a silver slit with pain and threw it over, and said angrily: "It's done!"

The white-faced man slowly took out his scissors and cut it down, took out a small scale and weighed it, "It's exactly five cents!"

Although it was not the first time I saw it, Qian Yuan was still amazed. There were no silver notes in the Ming Dynasty. Merchants carried scissors and small scales for trading. Every merchant was very good at this. Almost every time, it was just right and it was successful.

After walking out of the sea city for a long time, I found the restaurant and sat down on the second floor. Qian Yuan glanced at the yamen not far away, and then carefully took out the sunny melon seeds and looked at it. This thing was dried. Can you grow a job?

Qian Yuan was still thinking about whether to look back and try in the yard, but suddenly a noise came from the lobby downstairs.

"Of course, brown sugar only costs a few dollars, how can you compare to foreign sugar!"

"The Qian family in Songjiang passed down the poetry and books, but I didn't expect that a Tao Zhu Gong was born."

"It is said that he is a scholar."

"The poor scholars who can't afford meat have many cities in Hangzhou, but there are not many people who want to do business..."

The people downstairs talked in their ears, and Zhang San was quite angry, but Qian Yuan smiled and bent his fingers and knocked on the table, "Forget it, let them say it."

It has been more than a month since we arrived in Hangzhou. The sales of foreign candy are higher than one day, and even the price of brown sugar is 30% or 40%. Therefore, the reputation of Qianjiashuzi and Qian Yuan is also "sowing up".

It is not yet the Wanli period, and it is not ordinary for scholars to come out to do business in person, and even in Hangzhou, where business is well-developed, it is shocking.

Although it was sold well, Qian Yuan’s plan was not on track yet. For him, money was very important, but then he had to spend a lot of money. In this year, the cost of relocation of his family was comparable to buying property in Shanghai. This was not a small amount of money, and it was too late to make it last.

However, I calculated with my fingers. Qian Yuan thought that he was still very busy, but he was just a new arrival and was not well-informed in Hangzhou. He had no channels to inquire about many things, so he could only spill out a lot of money.

Thinking of Qian Yuan touching the two famous posts in the inner bag of his clothes, one was the famous post of his uncle Qian Zheng, and the other was the famous post of his uncle's father Lu Shusheng.

The latter was the first in the 20th year of Jiajing examination and was well-known in the court. It was the same year as the current governor of Zhejiang Wang Jun. Both of these famous posts are of great importance and can be regarded as two stepping stones, but how to use them is a difficult problem.

Qian Yuan has spilled a lot of money out these days. He finally found something useful from the chaotic and complicated news. He did enough homework to get to the job today.
Chapter completed!