Squatting in the white Wei Palace, accompanying Wei He who was deeply sad, for half a month. After all, Ji Hu, who was only sixteen years old, could not hold back and wanted to go out for some breath. Qi Zhong saw the master's thoughts and discussed with Rong Yi that day, he suggested going out for a walk in Chaoge market while it was sunny. He immediately got Ji Hu's approval.

The early morning of the early cold winter is also the most lively time in Chaoge Street Market.

On both sides of the long street market are full of continuous board sheds made of large wood. Outside the sheds are crowded with people, almost no end. Each section of the board shed is a shop with citrus, silk, animal skin, and linen. The most conspicuous one is that there are obviously more short weapon shops than other types of shops. At first glance, the guise of Wu hook, Yue sword, Hu sword, hard bow, and military arrows swaying in the wind, which is dazzling.

Turning around the corner is a wide stone street with blue brick houses lined up, with significantly fewer people in the city, with large shops standing next to each other, including salt society, iron society, wood society, and valley society. Each of them is a large row of shops. There are many exquisite carts of brocade merchants who communicate with cargo and ox carts on the street. The rumbling sounds are endless, and the momentum is much bigger than that of the Banpeng Market.

The clothes of pedestrians are colorful. They are neither red clothes all over the streets of Haojing and Luoyi, nor can they see that any color of clothing occupy the mainstream. They are like butterflies flying all over the sky in the grassland valley, making people dazzled.

Ji Hu was like a child who had never seen the world, and asked Rong Yi from time to time: "Sir, why is the abortion of people on this stone street much less than that on the bantang? Also, isn't it too late for the wife to die? Why are these shops still opening their doors to do business, and there is no need to follow the rules?"

"King, according to the etiquette system, only the death of the king can be called a national mourning. As for the funeral of the king, it only takes 49 days for the palace and the office to follow the rules. Therefore, the people still live and live as they do. As for the stone streets, they are all large shops, and they are naturally the business of the clan and nobles in Chaoge City. Once these people are mourning, they are not allowed to go out for fun, so naturally they will be better than Banpeng Street, which does the business of the people."

"Oh, so that's it." Ji Hu suddenly felt a sense of conscience. Monk Wei was mourning. As his childhood friend, he was wandering around the street market for fun. It was a bit unreasonable. So he stopped and suddenly there was a sound in his belly. It turned out that he was too hasty when he left the palace in the morning and didn't have enough breakfast. He was having a complaint now.

Qi Zhong understood: "Your Majesty, you've come here, it's not too late to finish your meal here before going back! It's still early."

Rong Yi looked around and saw that the stone street was covered with layers of layers. The magnificent pavilions were closed because they were too early or there were few guests. There was only a piece of wine picking in front of a dirt house not far away. The wine picking was wrinkled and stained. It seemed that it had not been cleaned for many years. The words "Shijia Old Shop" were written on it were no longer clear. There was no way, it was the only one!

When I picked up the curtains and entered the store, a thin waiter came to greet me: "Young master, are there three?"

Ji Hu narrowed his eyes and looked around. The shop was small, with four tables under the east and west walls, and seats made of catkins were laid under the table. Perhaps because the old Shi family store was the only wine shop opened on Shiban Street at that time, they were all full. A elegant seat was separated by a screen by a screen, and the black paint on the screen had peeled off, revealing the white wood color inside.

Ji Hu pointed with his finger: "We want your elegant seat."

The waiter was stunned and bowed to smile and said, "Young master, I'm really embarrassed. A distinguished guest came here soon, and this person has already been reserved."

"Waiter, check out!" As soon as a guest at the table shouted to check out after eating, the waiter had an idea: "Why don't you sit outside, you can see the street view outside!"

Rong Yi cast inquiring eyes at Ji Hu, and the latter nodded helplessly. The three of them turned around and sat down at the table in Monkey West, shouting that they wanted wine and meat. Unexpectedly, the business of this small shop has always been light, but it has suddenly become popular recently. The meat was sold out before noon. The three of them muttered and complained for a while, so they had to ask for noodle soup, corn rice, ten eggs and a bowl of big sauce.

Because the tables outside were lined up, the chats of the people sitting next to him also jumped into his ears from time to time. From time to time, there were always a few people pointing at a tall building opposite, and inadvertently mentioned the three words "Buzhilou" from time to time. Ji Hu became curious and listened carefully.

"I don't know if this Bu Zhilou has opened today? One order a day, one order is ten gold, how can it be considered a person?"

Ji Hu was shocked, what? It costs ten gold to calculate a fortune. Even if Jiang Taigong was selling fortune in Chaoge back then, it was not so expensive. He looked curiously along the direction of everyone's fingers and saw a tall building standing alone across the street, with flying eaves and sky high, which was very eye-catching. However, the door was very cold and no one was seen in and out for a long time.

Ji Hu grinned and sneered in his heart: It seems that he is just a person who seeks fame. The people in Chaoge City are not fools, how could he make a fortune by ten gold?

Just as he was about to continue eating, he suddenly heard a voice from the seat next to him: "Look, someone is out of Buzhi Building!"

Ji Hu looked up and saw a man and a woman entering the Shi family's old shop from the tall building opposite one by one. In front was a white and fat noble man with a fat face and a bit angry. Behind was a woman with pretty eyebrows and eyes, and her expression was fierce. The woman had a big belly, and seemed to be seven or eight months pregnant.

The two of them walked straight into the private room with a stern face. The owner greeted him personally, bent his waist, smiled, and served him very thoughtfully. In less than a cup of tea, the owner brought a plate of steaming stewed elbows. For a moment, the room was filled with meat. Ji Hu was angry, hooked his fingers, and called the waiter to come over, and asked, "Aren't you meatless to sell? What is that? Do you have us? Is there any gift to come first and then come?"

The waiter was startled and whispered: "Give me a few uncles. That is Mr. Zhong, who is the ruling Gongshuhua, we really can't afford to offend him. We are a small shop, and this young master looked down on him. But------" He pointed to the woman with big belly: "That is the mistress whom Mr. Zhong raised outside the city. I have it yesterday. I came to Bu Zhilou opposite the opposite yesterday to calculate the birth date of the boy and girl in the belly, but it was not arranged. I agreed to come again today, so I had already booked a seat in the small shop. Alas, I had two meals yesterday morning and night, and today I calculated together, but I had never given a single child. Mr. Zhong, who was a dignified uncle, thought that he had such a character? The small shop could not afford to offend him!"
Chapter completed!