The next day, it was noon.

Gu Wen woke up from his sleep, called his maid to wash up, and then asked someone to call his "delivery general".

He is thin, has a green brocade dress, has a thorny beard, looks scattered, and his behavior always reveals a hint of shrewdness.

His name is Jiang Fugui. He was a small shopkeeper who Gu Wen met in the early days when he entered the Longqiao Night Market. He was a clever, very standard and rigid businessman, but his abilities were sufficient.

Gu Wen sat on the table for dinner, and his breakfast was just the most famous Zuixianlou Pearl Red Date Porridge and the white flour pastry in Xiangyu Pavilion, both of which were rare good things in this world.

The fragrance made Jiang Fugui, who had just entered the door, swallowed his saliva. Gu Wen waved and said, "If you don't eat breakfast, sit down and eat together."

Jiang Fugui sat down with a thick skin, and smiled and picked up a white flour steamed bun and said, "Even if you have eaten it, you can't miss this meal of Wen. Oh, this white flour steamed bun is so sweet, it's even more rare to be eaten in the Great Disaster Year."

Gu Wen smiled and said, "I have never treated you badly on weekdays. Isn't it that I haven't eaten a few steamed buns?"

"Master, you spend money generously and elegantly. We have old people and young people, and dozens of people in my family." Jiang Fugui was stuffed with his mouth, and as he spoke, food crumbs kept falling on the table.

"What's more, the wars in the past two years are so we have to save more money. Maybe one day Bianjing will be completely out of business and we will flee to the south."

The chaos of war has almost become the synonym of this era.

The barbarians were surrounded by the Daqian Pass, and the bandits inside the Pass were full of rebels.

Every time the imperial court would impose heavy taxes in the name of reorganizing the border army. The heavy taxes and taxes were so heavy that even many landlords could not bear it, and eventually they became bandits.

It sounds outrageous that the landlords can't survive, but it does happen in Daqian and in front of Gu Wen. This is why he must firmly stand in the bureaucratic class, even if he is just a guest official of the royal family.

There are no scholars, peasants, industry and commerce in the world. There are only scholars and people. At the extreme, only masters from the capital and slaves from other places.

Just as Gu Wen knew that a bandit was wandering around Qianjing County, he sometimes robbed and killed large merchants, sometimes robbed the imperial court's supplies, and even entered the city to rob the treasury.

Such bandits were worried that Qianjing was rampant for many years, which was longer than the current emperor's reign.

The imperial court had not thought about suppressing bandits, but when these bandits encountered officers and soldiers, they fled, and sometimes they were besieged and swallowed, which scared the imperial guards so much that they only mentioned the matter of suppressing bandits, but they could not suppress bandits.

In fact, everyone knows that Daqian is going to be finished, and even a small shopkeeper like Jiang Fugui plans to flee south. Gu Wen bought some real estate in the south two years ago, and fleeing south has always been his main goal in recent years.

However, if there is extraordinary power, then everything is hard to say.

"The south is not just going to go, and I will naturally have to repay my kindness for the rest of my life when I eat the meal of Your Highness Ninth day." Gu Wen shook his head, and avoided the obvious disaster in the wind and clouds.

There are knives everywhere in his position, and maybe a servant in the mansion is the eyeliner of the royal mansion.

Apparent loyalty must be absolute.

After dinner, Gu Wen wiped his mouth with a scarf and said, "Fugui, there are many strange stories in the city recently. You can go and investigate it yourself and try to keep a low profile and not cause trouble."

Gu Wen repeatedly emphasized that since he was sure that there was extraordinary power in this world and that he was in some kind of change, he did not want anyone under his command to touch any dirty things and bring them back.

Jiang Fugui was very confused, but as a subordinate, he had no right to interfere, just as Gu Wen could not refuse Zhao Feng.

"You guys, go do it now."

Noon.

Gu Wen was lying on the rocking chair, and the servants in the mansion lowered their heads to work. The crying sounds of slapping the door from time to time from time to time made the servants work harder and their movements were meticulous.

Happiness is a comparison.

If you don’t have to go out and check, you will probably know why the sound of shooting the door outside the door is nothing more than selling children and daughters to seek a way out. It is not only for adults to change their mouths, but also for the purpose of allowing children to survive.

A few years ago, Gu Wen still accepted it, but now there are about a hundred people in his house. According to the law, he has no official position and has up to fifty slaves. How many people can Gu Wen protect alone?

He is just a slave.

Jiang Fugui entered the mansion from the back door and came to Gu Wen and whispered: "Master, the strange stories that have been rumored recently have been surrounded by wealthy slaves. They can't find out at all or see them."

"A large slave?"

"Yes, they... they actually hold weapons in the streets of the capital. Isn't they going to rebel?"

Jiang Fugui's voice was extremely low, his eyes were shocked and suspicious, and even he smelled some unusual smell.

Daqian prohibited private weapons. During the period of the late emperor, there was a rebellion in the Bianjing area, and the rioters almost attacked the capital. So the court ordered that "all those who own private weapons will be substituted for one and a half years."

It is common to privately store weapons these days, but they are rare in the streets, especially when a large group of people hold weapons in the streets.

It is worthy of being the Daqian who was my holy king in the dynasty.

"Where is Phoenix Road and Dragon Bridge?"

Gu Wen asked.

There is a Chidao on Phoenix Road, which is a track specially used for driving to improve the efficiency of cargo transportation. It connects major markets, and even the food and clothing cost of the palace are entered from this road.

Recently I heard that a tree has grown there. Could it be that it can also surround the road?

The Dragon Bridge is an important hub connecting the east and west urban areas and cannot be surrounded by them.

"The tree on Phoenix Road was surrounded by the imperial guards. Now the cargo operators have to walk on the path, and even walk around Bianjing City halfway through other doors. I went to see the Dragon Bridge, but the little fool couldn't see anything magical."

It seems that Zhao Feng is not the only one.

This is normal. He can find immortals even if he is a prince, so it is impossible for other aristocratic families and palaces to find them. But why did it appear recently?

A word appeared in Gu Wen's mind, and the spiritual energy revived.

"No need to inquire."

Instead of bumping around, it is better to look at the immortal in Zhao Feng's mouth.

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Three days later.

Gu Wen received another order that the royal mansion would welcome the immortals on Grain Rain Day. In order to match the style of the Tian family, six rituals were needed.

That is to welcome, offer, tea, eat, live and give away.

As the biggest manager of the royal palace, he was in charge of Longqiao Night Market. Except for the first gift of welcoming and seeing off guests, the rest fell on him. Gu Wen called his subordinate Jiang Fugui, gave a few instructions, and then set off to visit the restaurants at Longqiao Night Market. According to the relationship and the thickness of the red envelope, he gave the "tender" to Yuehualou.

Hundreds of taels of silver fell into Gu Wen's pocket, and the procurement bidding has been a fat man since ancient times. Gu Wen knew it was the loyalty a few days ago, otherwise Zhao Feng would not have done this job for himself.

Carrot sticks must have carrots.

Gu Wen was being treated to by the shopkeeper of Yuehua Building. He had just finished his business and was having fun. Suddenly, the shopkeeper of Yuehua Building asked in a low voice:

"Mr. Wen, I heard that this time the Ninth Highness held a banquet to entertain immortals."

The word "Xian" was pressed very low, but Gu Wen, who was sitting beside him, heard it clearly, and his movements of picking up food were stagnant.

"Who told you?"

"These days, the people from the Ninth Prince's Mansion have boasted in various restaurants and brothels, saying that the Ninth Prince wants to receive immortals, and even said that the Ninth Prince has a destiny."

Take the opportunity to create momentum.

Gu Wen suddenly realized that he thought it was the wine bags and rice bags in the mansion, but when he heard the last sentence, he knew that it was Zhao Feng himself instructed.

Now that the position of the crown prince is empty, anyone can become the crown prince. Zhao Feng is the most ambitious one, how could he miss this opportunity?

"Your Highness Nine naturally has a destiny. As for whether you are an immortal or not, it is not my businessman."

Gu Wen laughed and said, "Tell more and make more mistakes, and say less and make less mistakes." He did not receive the task of spreading news, but he could also smell the increasingly restless undercurrents from it.

The merchants have a higher status than ordinary people, but they have never been the core of society. When they know some things, it means that many things have begun to be put on the table, and the owners have started to use them.

Gu Wen was slightly drunk and then moved to the largest opera troupe in the capital. People were kneeling on both sides of the roadside, with grass behind them and prices on the ground in front of them.

Sell ​​yourself as a slave.

Years of famine have fattened the Ya market, which specializes in human trafficking, and brought this slave market, which should have been hiding in the dark, to the forefront.

Daqian clearly prohibited the custody of private slaves. The servants were legally similar to the employment system of the Song Dynasty, and to be precise, they were long-term workers. The law also stipulated that slaves should not be punished privately, and that slaves should not be killed privately. The most serious one could be sentenced to exile for three thousand miles.

But now all the palace maids in the palace have paid for money, and many overdue women have not been released yet, and they have fled and executed every year.

The so-called "upward action and downward action" means that if the upper part is not a human being, the lower part will naturally not treat people as human beings.

Several eunuchs in palace uniforms pulled a group of men and women by, and Gu Wen's carriage stopped aside to make way, watching all this coldly.

Those who castrate a piece of meat can show off their power, while those who farm steadily can only sell themselves as slaves.

"Master, do you want a maid?"

A woman, Nian Fangsi, was ordinary in appearance, had scars on her face, and had an ordinary figure, commonly known as the life of a maid.

Gu Wen shook his head, there were enough servants in his family.

The old woman said anxiously: "As long as one tael of silver, the little girl can raise her and eat wheat ears to support her."

The market price of ordinary maids is around eight taels of silver, the better ones cost fifteen taels, and the handsome ones can sell hundreds of taels.

To borrow a passage from the Northern Song Dynasty in the previous life, the middle and lower households in Kyoto will not be reborn, but will always have a daughter, and they will love them like holding a bead. As soon as they grow up, they will follow their postures and teach their skills, and use the literati and officials to pick up and entertain the attendants.

There are different names, and there are so-called people around you, those who are capable, those who offer extraordinary people, needleworkers, predecessors, dramatic people, piano boys, chess boys, and cooks, which are in a straightforward manner. The chef is the most beautiful, but it is not available if you are a very wealthy family.

Bianjing does not need farming, and has too many upright officials and nobles. The force of men cannot show their effects. Instead, it is because of having a daughter.

"It's so cheap, why don't you just find a wealthy family?"

Gu Wen asked casually, but it seemed to poke the pain. The old woman wiped her tears and cried:

"I've looked for it, but they all think that the little girl is not good-looking. Now those who sell themselves as maids must look beautiful. You can do it, just take in the little girl."
To be continued...