Chapter 533: Meet by chance in the night market

For a whole day, Li Qing'an stayed in the military camp outside the city. The weather was too hot, and the soldiers stopped training and stayed in the tent. Only in the early morning and dusk did the soldiers leave the tent to move.

After dark, the heat on the street gradually dissipated, and there were more pedestrians. The family walked out of the house in groups of three or three to take a walk on the street. The originally deserted Zhuque Street was full of stalls, lanterns, selling all kinds of things, fruits and vegetables, daily necessities, and small jewelry and pendants. There were all kinds of long street stalls, which were set up for five miles long, and soon attracted tens of thousands of people to go shopping, making Zhuque Street extremely lively.

It is Li Qing'an's suggestion that people come out to set up night markets. This is not an inspiration from later generations, but an inspiration obtained from Samarkand. At night in Samarkand, the night market was set up, with crowds of people, and shouting and shouting one after another, which was particularly lively.

The night markets in the two cities of Chang'an were open for a while when Li Yu was in power, but they were soon closed again. These days, due to the hot weather, people in Chang'an were unable to go out during the day, so Li Qing'an proposed to allow night stalls. This suggestion was quickly approved by the Political Affairs Hall. Chang'an and Wannian counties set up a five-mile-long area on Zhuque Street, which was specially designed for small vendors to set up stalls.

This is the fourth day, and the first day is deserted, with only a dozen small vendors and sparse customers. Both buyers and sellers are not very comfortable with this kind of opening up for a while.

On the second day, there were more vendors and more than 100 vendors. Citizens in Chang'an also came to watch the fun after hearing the news. On the third day, Jingzhao Mansion officially posted a notice that in addition to the city gates closed, the gates of various Chang'an buildings would be closed all night. This news increased dramatically. People who did not go out during the day took advantage of the evening to take a walk and shop at night. There were more than 1,000 small vendors setting up stalls on Zhuque Street.

Tonight, Zhuque Street was unprecedentedly grand. The five-mile-long Zhuque Street was filled with thousands of small shops, and every household was carrying lanterns, illuminating the entire street like daytime.

The pedestrians were shoulder to shoulder and crowded with people. Every small pavilion was filled with guests, including snacks, cheap jewelry, shoes, cloth, fruits and vegetables. There were almost everything, and the people were crowded, just like the grand occasion of watching the lanterns on the 15th day of the first lunar month.

Li Qing'an's carriage slowly walked in the crowded crowd. Five hundred personal guards were escorting front and back, observing the situation around them with great vigilance. Many people knew that Li Qing'an's convoy arrived, and they made a way out and let his convoy pass.

In the carriage, Li Qing'an sat in front of the car window and stared at the lively night markets on both sides. Even he did not expect such a grand occasion. The densely packed heads were invisible at first sight, and at least tens of thousands of people went out to the streets. Although there was a sense of Chang'an's pursuit of novelty and the whole family came out to watch the fun, it also showed that Chang'an's current economy is not optimistic. In Li Qing'an's memory, the prosperity of the night market small commodity market means that everyone has no money in their pockets.

Over the past six months, the business in the East City has been particularly sluggish. This is because a large number of powerful people fled south. The recession in the East City has also had an impact on the West City. In particular, the prosperity of the night market small commodity market will inevitably further affect the business of the East and West cities.

But this is not to close the night market, and the business of the east and west markets will get better. The key is to make the people's money bags bulge. Li Qing'an is not worried about money. A large amount of silver dollars and silver slots in Anxi will flow into Chang'an, but it is still necessary to have abundant supplies. Only when the supplies are abundant can everyone's lives improve and the people will be rich. Otherwise, buying a bun with a piece of silver dollars is meaningless.

At this time, Li Qing'an suddenly saw a familiar back from a distance, a plump woman standing in front of a jewelry stall to select accessories. She was wearing a flowing white dress and wearing cloudy hair, which was no different from the people of Chang'an around her. A maid followed her. Li Qing'an looked around again and indeed saw two female guards who protected her from afar.

This surprised Li Qingan. Didn’t she go to Luoyang? When did she come back? He immediately ordered: "Stop!"

The carriage stopped, Li Qing'an got off the carriage and walked to the jewelry stall. At this time, his guards quickly separated the people around him and prevented people from approaching the stall.

The stall was set up a young woman in her thirties, with her eight or nine-year-old daughter. When the mother and daughter saw a large group of soldiers rushing towards their stall, they were so scared that they hugged each other tightly.

The woman in a white dress was Yang Yuhuan. She was also going shopping and was seen by Li Qing'an. Yang Yuhuan's eyes turned and saw Li Qing'an walking quickly. Her beautiful eyes suddenly lit up, and she smiled and said to the scared mother and daughter, "Don't be afraid, they are not here to make things difficult for you, they are my friends."

The mother and daughter were relieved, but they were still a little worried when they saw so many troops surrounding their stalls.

At this time, Li Qingan walked over, walked to Yang Yuhuan, and smiled at the woman setting up the stall and said, "Sister-in-law, I want to buy a few pieces of jewelry."

The voice was very kind. The female stall owner then found that there was a young officer standing in front of the pavilion. She was not very young. She was in her thirties and had a black beard under her jaw. She hurriedly said, "What does the guest official want, just choose it yourself!"

Seeing that these jewelry were roughly made, Li Qingan absent-mindedly picked more than a dozen pieces and said to the female stall owner: "Pack it for me!"

Yang Yuhuan held her hands behind her back and looked at Li Qingan seriously selecting jewelry. Finally, she couldn't help but say, "Hey! You can see clearly. These jewelry are made of copper. If you buy so many, will Mingyue like it?"

Only then did Li Qing'an realize that these jewelry were made of bronze. He smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, it's my intention anyway."

He picked another piece of jewelry with a phoenix spreading wings and handed it to Yang Yuhuan and said, "This one is for you."

Seeing that he was still thinking about him, Yang Yuhuan couldn't help but like him, so he took it and said with a smile: "thank you, thank you."

At this time, the female stall handed a bag of jewelry to Li Qing'an and said, "Customer, there are 500 documents in total."

Li Qingan then realized that when he touched his body, he had no money and couldn't help but look at his personal soldiers awkwardly. Yang Yuhuan saw it in his eyes, covered his mouth and burst into laughter, saying, "I'll do it!"

She took out an embroidered purse from the small bamboo bag beside her, took out an Anxi silver dollar from it, took out ten fifty-money silver slots, handed them to the female stall owner, and said, "This is a silver slot, you can count it."

The female stall owner lit the silver slot, then pinched the silver dollar and blew it, put it in his ear to listen, and smiled and said, "No problem, it's just right."

Li Qingan next to him was stunned. Yang Yuhuan picked up the jewelry bag, looked at him stuffed it in his arms, and smiled and said, "You have to pay me back this money. I have to weave silk for three days to get it. I am a poor person."

Li Qing'an sighed in his heart, shook his head and said, "Why are you doing?"

"What's there? I'm willing, you don't know how good it feels like to earn money to support yourself. I've never felt so comfortable. This kind of peaceful life for ordinary people is what I dreamed of in my past."

Yang Yuhuan said, carefully inserted the phoenix jewelry that Li Qingan bought for her on her head, and smiled at Li Qingan and said, "Look, have you worn it wrong?"

"No, it looks great!"

When Li Qingan saw that the jewelry on Yang Yuhuan's head was covered with cheap silver jewelry, he sighed in his heart. This was Yang Guifei from that time!

"Do you still want to go shopping?" Li Qingan asked again.

"Yes! I just came out, but I don't want to go back so early."

Yang Yuhuan smiled and said, "Are you going back or accompany me to have a walk?"

"I'll accompany you!"

Li Qingan turned around and said to his personal soldiers: "It's enough to leave two or three people to follow. Stay away from others, don't disturb the people."

"Yes!" The soldiers retreated, but did not stay away, but mingled in groups of people, watching the movements around them.

The female stall owner was waiting for them to walk away and then he was busy cleaning up the stall. At this time, two personal soldiers stepped forward and handed her a bag of silver dollars and said, "These are fifty silver dollars. My general rewards you. Give us a silver ounce from the woman just now."

The female stall owner was stunned.

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In the crowd, Li Qingan and Yang Yuhuan walked side by side. Li Qingan said softly: "Didn't you go to Luoyang? When did you come back?"

Yang Yuhuan smiled and said, "It's almost a month since I've been back."

"Then why don't you come to me?"

Yang Yuhuan gave him a blank look and said coquettishly: "Why do you want me to come to you? Can't you come to me?"

"But I don't know you're back."

"That's your excuse. You can't find my residence. If you have the intention, just ask your subordinates, but you don't ask and don't come to me, but you don't care about me at all."

"How come I don't care about you!"

Li Qingan remembered that she refused to go to Anxi with her last time, and felt a little uncomfortable. He was a little angry with her at that time. Although it has faded, he is indeed very busy and has not come to find her for the time being.

Yang Yuhuan glanced at him and saw a hint of melancholy in his eyes. He smiled and whispered: "Why, were you angry with me last time?"

"No, how could my dignified Anxi Jiedushi be angry with you, the little girl?"

Li Qing'an was a little hesitant. He was wondering whether to tell her the news that the Yang family had been killed. At this time, Yang Yuhuan gently held his arm and said softly: "I know what you are going to say. I have heard of it. I knew that there would be this ending ten years ago. I was not sad. After that, Yang Guifei was dead. I am just a civilian girl Yang Yuhuan."

Li Qingan knew that Yang Yuhuan held his arm at this time and had no other meaning, but was more of gratitude to him. There was a kind of love here, but this kind of love had nothing to do with love between men and women.

A hint of loss also surged in his heart. Did Yang Yuhuan really just think he was a friend?

Yang Yuhuan walked slowly in the crowd with his arm. She told Li Qing'an: "When I was a child, I liked visiting the night market the most, and my third sister also liked it very much. At that time, the county would open for three days and three nights at every temple fair. Whenever there was a temple fair, my third sister and I would go to the relatives' houses in the county. We walked around for a night, and we were not sleepy at all. Time flew almost thirty years, and I finally understood Liu Xiyi's poem."

Yang Yu looked at Li Qingan with a hazy look and asked in a low voice: "Do you know what it is?"

Li Qing'an nodded and said, "Is the flowers similar every year, but are the people different every year?"

"Yes! That's this poem."

Seeing that he could understand his state of mind, Yang Yuhuan couldn't help but look at him with approval. The two left for a moment. At this time, Yang Yuhuan suddenly pointed to a stall and shouted in surprise: "Look, Yu Di!"

She pulled Li Qing'an and ran to the pavilion. This was a stall hiding in the corner with more than twenty tubes of flutes hanging, and there was almost no business. The stall owner was an old man in his sixties. When he saw customers visiting him, he quickly stood up and smiled and said, "These are all made by me. The materials are East China Sea jade. If customers like it, they might as well buy a tube and go back."

Yang Yuhuan took a look at a tube of jade flute hanging on the top. She took off the tube and measured it carefully. The tube of flute was made very exquisitely, and every detail was meticulous. Yang Yuhuan was a musician, and there was no need to play it. She could see from her appearance that this jade flute was of top quality.

"Old man, how much does this jade flute cost?"

"Miss has such a good eye. This jade flute was made ten years ago. It is the one I am most satisfied with. I don't want to sell it at a low price, it costs 100 cents!"

"One hundred stakes!"

Yang Yuhuan was shocked and quickly smiled and said, "I can't afford it for one hundred coins. Old man, I'll give it back."

She handed the jade flute to the old man, but Li Qingan stopped her and said, "If you like it, take it, I'll buy it for you."

As he said that, he took a golden dagger from his waist. Yang Yuhuan understood what he meant, so he pulled him away quickly.

Li Qing'an felt a little unhappy again and asked lightly: "Why don't you accept my wish?"

Yang Yuhuan understood that Li Qing'an was a little unhappy, so he tied his arm tighter and said softly: "I don't want to accept your wishes, because although I like things, I may not necessarily possess them. Do you understand?"

Li Qingan seemed to hear something in her words, and after a while, he sighed.

"Why do you want to sigh?" Yang Yuhuan looked at him with beautiful eyes.

"I'm thinking, if anyone marrys you again, that's his blessing."

"I'm so old, who's willing to marry me?"

Seeing that Yang Yuhuan had a joke in her eyes, Li Qingan couldn't help but say, "Didn't An Lushan dream of marrying you?"

As soon as he said that, he knew that he was wrong. Sure enough, Yang Yuhuan's face changed drastically. She broke free from Li Qing'an's arm and walked quickly towards an alley.

Li Qingan chased after her tightly and grabbed her arm, "Wait a minute!"

"Let me go!"
To be continued...