February 10, 1635, December 23, the year Yihai, lunar calendar.

From any perspective, the Nanyang development process, which is slowly being promoted in the face of hardships, is an extremely important event for the country and the nation.

However, for the Ming people far away in Guangdong, everyone had no idea about what happened in a distant foreign land. The people lacked information channels and their understanding of pioneering things.

What the people are concerned about is always the most basic and lifelike things like firewood, rice, oil and salt.

Time flies. The cruel battle that happened on Zhenghe Island was inadvertently two months ago. In a blink of an eye, it was already early 1635.

In recent years, the people of Daming who lived in the ancient Guangzhou city were in a hurry and happy face. When the neighbors of the street met, they shouted to celebrate the New Year loudly, and every household was preparing for the New Year.

This year, Guangzhou City has a slightly better life, so the New Year atmosphere is much stronger than before.

Memory is difficult to erase. Any "middle-level people" who are over 30 years old in Guangzhou have a deep feeling and understanding of the term "year-end".

As early as Emperor Tianqi, the New Year Festival in Guangzhou was roughly one year old. Including the early years of Emperor Chongzhen, the term "year-end" was never a big deal in the memory of neighbors.

At that time, the government taxes were heavy every year, and all kinds of Liaoshang training were assigned by the court. In addition, officials and clerks from all walks of life took the opportunity to take advantage of the taxi and get money and lose money. The city was the best city in the south, and the old and young were suppressed by the court.

In that year, all industries were withered and people's livelihood was difficult. Apart from those high-ranking families, ordinary people were really experiencing disasters during the New Year.

When the end of the New Year, the creditors came to their doors. I don’t know how many old households in Guangzhou could not afford to pay their debts, so they became naked and dilapidated households. The whole family became hungry on the streets after the New Year.

What's more, even if you hang yourself, you will not know how many people die, you will be killed by your family, and you will die.

During the Chinese New Year, it means passing the gates of hell.

But it’s strange. Since then, everyone’s life has gradually improved after Emperor Chongzhen came to power.

First, the industry and commerce were flourishing.

Overnight, many well-made daily necessities came from the unknown Yizhou.

Rich businessmen in Guangzhou City were moved and went out to sea to find sources of goods to contact the seller.

As a result, it gradually became uncontrollable. First, the laborers and porters from various water and land docks grew: after they started working, they had endless unloading goods, and their wages were getting more and more.

As Yizhou goods were spread out in the Pearl River Delta, a large number of population and local resources were then involved in trade exchanges: wealthy businessmen began to spend money to recruit workers to Yizhou for work. Later, there was a "kind-hearted" master who even sent his slaves to the streets to "picking" people, or directly donated porridge on the streets. After drinking the porridge from the master, he stuffed it into the bottom cabin to Yizhou for exchange.

Later, the chain effect was mobilized throughout the city. Countless small and medium-sized merchants benefited from the arrival of Yizhou goods, and the original industrial clusters began to appear... The stinky ditch-headed sacks were all able to grow, and they hired small workers to carry the whole family to edit foreign trade sacks day and night... but the supply was still in short supply.

In this way, Guangdong's primitive economy, which had been trapped in stagflation and difficulties, gradually became a vassal of industrialization and was forcibly transformed. Although the people were passively involved, they actually benefited from it.

Later, there is a well-known story - a general Cao fell from the sky with a "bang" and began to fight with the pirates with elite soldiers and powerful generals. The weather wiped out the pirates in Fujian and Guangdong who had been suffering for many years in one year.

The people were amazed and gradually realized that the industries in Yizhou were all belonged to General Cao!?

After a long time of trouble, the old and young men were carrying the work for General Cao?

The eyes of the masses were sharp. When everyone discovered that the person who brought him life-saving money and saved his family was not Emperor Chongzhen but the country general, Cao from Yizhou quickly became close to the subjects of Guangzhou.

Later, the days are getting better and better. The Pearl River is changing with each passing day, as if everyone is busy overnight. The fast pace of life makes the ancients who are accustomed to the slow pace overwhelmed.

What is extremely shocking is still to come: in just a few years, a new city rose up, completely subverting the cognition of Ming people.

Clean and tidy hardened floors, wide and luxurious red brick drainage system, straight and beautiful roads, and brick houses that rise from the ground.

Although the city does not even have the most basic walls, the new residents who flock in to vote with their feet: the people think that this city is safer than the old city.

Those gunboats that roamed the Pearl River, like mountains, and elite soldiers who had never failed in daily battles and struggles, provided an endorsement of this understanding.

Now, another year's end has come.

At the end of the year of Yihai, the ancient Guangzhou city was filled with joyful air. Accompanied by the sound of firecrackers at the door of the house, the words "Fu" written on red paper and couplets were posted in front of the shops in the city, and the shelves were piled with dazzling array of New Year goods.

There are particularly many neighbors who come to buy various New Year’s goods this year. Everyone is wearing new robes and generally rosy and energetic. They take out all kinds of silver balls and paper money from their pockets to exchange for large and small bags of New Year’s goods. When they meet an acquaintance, they have to hold their things and bow their hands to greet them, and say a few family conversations loudly to congratulate the New Year.

At the same time, the streets are filled with many flowers transported from outside the city. Usually at this time, it is common for a large number of flowers to be sold in Guangzhou.

In fact, the "flower street shopping" activity that later generations were accustomed to was first introduced since the Ming Dynasty. In the past two years, as the "world" gradually improved and the "official expenses" were abundant, the traditional flower street shopping activity that was purchased by the Futaiya in Guangzhou has become much larger in scale.

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"Baked potatoes...sweet potatoes, salted potatoes...sgrosted potatoes..."

When Xiaonian is a must-fight for business, hardworking vendors naturally have to stick to the frontline position.

Yang Liushui reached out and used a white and shiny electroplated iron clip to lightly clip a roasted potato with skin and flesh from the stove.

At the same time, Yang Liushui's mouth was not idle, and he was still shouting loudly about his business, attracting pedestrians to come and buy baked potatoes.

If a later generation comes to Yang Liushui's mobile rack car at this moment, he will show a familiar smile: there is a blue iron oil barrel that is commonly used in later generations on the car, and a square damper is being taken out from below, and smoke is rippling from the top.

In this era, there is no doubt that the blue iron bucket is a high-end novel thing. I don’t know where Yang Liushui got such a scrap oil bucket... This thing is undoubtedly a controlled product, and unless it is scrapped, it will not be exposed to the public.

Using an electroplating clip to clip the potatoes into an equally bright white electroplating iron plate, Yang Liushui smiled and asked, "Customer, do you want sugar or salt sand?"

The guests were two women wearing beautiful long skirts and holding rouge and painted powder in their hands. They were obviously shopping.

The two women lowered their heads and whispered a few times, asking Hu Liushui: "Half of them."

"Okay!" Yang Liushui heard this and quickly used a knife to halves of the potatoes, then picked up a thin wire mesh sieve, sifted the salt shaker and sugar bottle respectively, and sprinkled seasonings for the two halves of the potatoes... He never touched the potatoes with his hands throughout the whole process.

Finally, after putting the potatoes into two exquisite straw baskets, the customer satisfied and took out a bright 50 cent coin and threw them into Hu Liushui's hands.

Seeing the anti-counterfeiting side image of Cao with clear lines on the silver coin, Liushui put the silver coin in his pocket with a smile, and then glared at his son who was looking at the beautiful woman foolishly: "What are you looking at? Why don't you find silver for the guests!"

The half-year-old boy has a round face like Yang Liushui. When a young man grows up, he is thin, wearing a short jacket and cloth shoes, and keeps a short inch that is common to poor families nowadays.

Hearing my own complaints, the boy came to his senses and quickly took out a few scattered coins from the piggy bank, and handed them to the customer with a blushing face.

In this way, with a few chucklings from the woman, Yang Liushui got it done in one order.

Novel things can always bring attention to attention. Nowadays, in Guangzhou, there are very few mobile vendors with iron buckets like Yang Liushui. So as soon as he sets off, business is endless.

In addition, beautiful things and creativity such as electroplating clips, salt powder, sugar powder, contactless sales, etc. have also added a lot of color to Yang Liushui's business.

So, when Yang Liushui's stall moved to Nanshui Gate, all the raw potatoes, some sweet potatoes and taro brought out today were sold out.

Of course, the early closing of the stall today was also because Yang Liushui deliberately brought less raw materials.

After a while, in new words, it was only three o'clock in the afternoon. He turned off the stove with satisfaction. Yang Liushui patted the boy's head: "Go, go home."

The old man smiled and skillfully pulled the belt on his shoulder, bent down and pulled up the cart.

The next moment, with the rotation of the mechanism bearing, the wooden tires that made a slight creaking sound gently brought the car up and began to move with the two of them.

Yang Liushui's home is at the base of Zhongcheng, and it is a good distance from Nanshuimen. The father and son just pulled the cart and walked all the way.

Along the way, every household could already see the New Year oranges, daffodils and other things about the New Year in front of the hall. When passing by the old school, the father and son were still grinning through the door and watching the rehearsal of the lion dance team for a while.

In this way, swaying, Yang Liushui and his son rarely returned to their own courtyard at Zhongchenggen.

The gate of the courtyard was open, and a middle-aged woman in a simple short cloth jacket was working in front of the stove in the courtyard. Thick smoke came out, mixed with the fragrant smell of chicken and duck.

"Fuck the kid."

"Here I'm back."

"Well. Are the dishes ready?"

"It takes some effort."

"Then I'll go wash my face and change my clothes first."

"Carry carefully, today is the big day. Remember to change your son's clothes after washing."

"I know. If you want to wait for distinguished guests, you can change your clothes."
Chapter completed!