In order to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival, in accordance with the custom of previous years in Kyoto, the curfew has been lifted for three consecutive days starting from August 15th. The most lively part of these three days is undoubtedly the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, with people admiring the moon from a high platform, drinking in restaurants, and reciting poems on a boat.
Everywhere in the city is brightly lit and bustling with activity.
However, this year’s Mid-Autumn Festival is followed by the Autumn Hunting, and the curfew is not only extended to seven days, but also starts one day earlier, making the Mid-Autumn Festival kick off early.
Because of the emergence of Jiranju's new entertainment industry, the East Market, which has always been comparable to the West Market, has become more prosperous. Even at night, it is crowded with people. The shops on both sides of the street are crowded with customers, and the merchants and vendors are making a lot of money.
The bowl is full.
In a certain street, a middle-aged man wearing an off-white gown held his head high and his chest was slightly bulging. He was followed by two beautiful young women, and behind him were several guards in black. He looked like a man.
Like the dignitaries in the city, the surrounding people dare not approach them at will, lest they offend some great person.
Emperor Ning glanced back and forth on both sides of the street, nodded with satisfaction, and sighed: "If all states and counties can be like Kyoto City, I believe that no other tribe will dare to invade our Ning Kingdom within a hundred years, and it is even possible to dominate the world.
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Hearing this, Tianxuan said calmly: "Tianxuan believes that under your leadership, Ningguo will prosper, kill all invading enemies, and dominate the world."
"Oh, it's easier said than done!" Emperor Ning sighed softly. Today's Ning State is quite prosperous on the surface, especially economically. In fact, there are undercurrents surging internally, and the outside is always being watched by Beichu and Jiang Guo. If you make a wrong step,
Then he might fall into the abyss. He shook his head and said, "Well, today is not the right time to talk about these things."
Immediately, he led the people out for a while, and stopped in front of a small building. He turned around and saw that under the light inside the building, he saw the dancing dragon and phoenix "Ji Ran" hanging on the vertical signboard outside the door.
The four big characters "Bookshop" are clearly visible: "Tang Ji, this brat's handwriting is as moody as human nature. Sometimes his handwriting is so good that even I envy him, but sometimes his handwriting is as messy as a dog's crawling, worse than a three-year-old child."
"Master, do you want to go in and take a look?" Tianxuan asked.
"Forget it, let's go." Ning Huang glanced at the signboard of Ji Ran Bookstore again and continued to move forward.
After a short meeting, he found an extremely long queue outside a building. People said that the best business in the city now was Tang Ji's Ji Ran Bookstore, but the shop in front of him was obviously much busier than Ji Ran Bookstore.
But when he looked up and saw the "Jiran Theater" sign, he suddenly realized it, but he was still a little confused: "Why are they standing outside if they don't go in?"
Hearing this, Tianxuan immediately took a small step and explained: "Master, Jiran Theater needs to buy tickets before entering the building to watch the show..."
She told Emperor Ning everything she knew.
After hearing this, Emperor Ning nodded slightly: "It's a pity. I wanted to go in for a stroll, but it seems I can only find another chance next time. Let's go and take a look further. It feels like these streets are all like Ji.
Ranju is related, and we really need to keep an eye on that kid. Otherwise, if he evades taxes, the treasury will lose a lot of money...Tianxuan, where is Jiran Snack Street?"
"Just ahead." Tianxuan replied and quickly stepped forward to lead the way.
Soon, the group of people turned into another street. This small long street looked very festive. I don’t know, I thought it was the Chinese New Year. There were rows of red lanterns strung up as far as the eye could see. Almost every store was open.
It's as bright as daylight, and the smell of delicious food is everywhere in the streets, making people's mouths water just by smelling it.
Emperor Ning also touched his stomach: "Oh, it smells so good. I'm already hungry. Let's go and find something to eat at a store to fill my stomach."
In this way, a few people walked for a while and finally entered a noodle shop. However, the business in the shop was so good that they were made to wait for a while. If Ning Huang hadn't stopped them, Tianxuan would have booked the restaurant.
After half an hour, they came out from eating.
Emperor Ning subconsciously wanted to hand the handkerchief to Bai Chang, but remembered that Bai Chang didn't follow him, so he put it into his sleeve and sighed: "The taste is really good. That boy Tang Ji has never been ambiguous about eating, drinking and having fun. If you can share the points,
Just focus on the court."
After saying that, he continued walking down the street, and suddenly found that the stall next door was selling kebabs. He couldn't help but recall some things from his childhood, smiled lightly, and walked slowly over.
"How do you sell this roast mutton?" Since there were only a few people in front of the barbecue stall, the queue soon reached Ning Huang.
The stout man wearing a cloth looked up at Ning Huang and said with a smile: "Oh, mutton skewers, three skewers for twenty cents, eight skewers for fifty cents, eighteen skewers for one hundred cents."
Hearing this, Emperor Ning raised his eyebrows slightly. It seemed that these mutton skewers were not cheap. At least ordinary people could only buy three skewers to taste it. Without thinking about it, he replied: "Let's get a hundred yuan."
"Okay, sir, there is a seat inside. You can go in and wait for the next one." The man replied with a smile.
The waiter standing behind took a wooden sign and handed it to Emperor Ning.
Taking the menu, Ning Huang had already met him at the noodle shop, but he just stepped aside temporarily and watched the man roasting the lamb skillfully, and added: "I... my portion is roasted a little older."
"Hey, your Majesty, you are very understanding. Yes, this mutton will be more fragrant the longer it is roasted!" the man said casually.
Emperor Ning didn't say much, but he remembered the scene when his father took him and his two brothers to roast mutton in the imperial garden when they were very young, but they accidentally got into the water. He smiled silently, and when he came to his senses again, he saw a man.
I was shaking the bamboo tube above the barbecue stove, and there were tiny particles falling from it. I couldn't help but ask, "What is this?"
"Oh, this is the seasoning." After the man answered, he picked up the towel hanging around his neck and wiped his sweat.
Hearing this, Ning Huang frowned slightly, moved a few steps to the side, and peeked at the place where the man stored the bamboo tube with his peripheral vision. He saw that there was an open bamboo tube next to him that contained many crystal and small white crystals.
particles.
The man also noticed his look, and immediately closed the lid, then wrapped a large handful of mutton skewers in oil paper and handed it over: "Sir, your skewers are ready."
Seeing that Emperor Ning made no move, Tianxuan quickly stepped forward to take it and handed the wooden sign back.
Soon, several people left the barbecue stall.
After walking a certain distance, Emperor Ning still looked ahead and moved slowly.
Tianxuan noticed something unusual about him, and quickly stepped forward and asked softly: "Your Majesty, did you notice something strange?"
"If I'm not mistaken, the bamboo tube should be filled with salt. Such fine salt cannot be made by the imperial court!" Emperor Ning's face darkened as he spoke, and he waved his sleeves lightly: "This Tang Ji, okay
How brave are you to sell private salt?"
After hearing what he said, Tianxuan also became slightly nervous, clasped her fists and said, "Your Majesty, I will go investigate immediately."
Ning Huang shook his head. He did not think that Tang Ji bought the salt from others. It was more likely that the boy made it himself. He took out a string of mutton skewers from Tianxuan and coldly snorted: "Tomorrow
Send that brat to see me in the morning!"
After saying that, he took a bite of meat skewers and continued to walk forward.
Seeing that His Majesty was not really angry, Tianxuan could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.
This detail was discovered by the long-faced woman next to him, who joked: "Tianxuan, why do you suddenly care about Tang Ji?"
Hearing this, Tianxuan immediately adjusted her expression: "I quite admire that boy."