Chapter 17 Threat

Since the winter solstice in front of the palace, Neiyuan craftsman workshop has started to build Aoshan. It is now almost completed. Zhao Qiong has seen him once in his previous life, and that was the only time, but compared with Aoshan in front of him, it is simply an elephant.

Put it together with the pig, but it also attracted many counties and cities around to see. Now this unfinished Aoshan is 16 meters high and 365 steps wide; there are two Aozhu in the middle, two long

Fourteen feet; two golden dragons are wrapped around the pillars, and a lamp is lit in each dragon's mouth, which is called the two dragons holding a illumination. There is a card in the middle, three feet long and six feet wide, two feet wide, and a few big characters in the golden book, which reads

:Happy with the people.

"This place is smaller than Tiananmen Square. Otherwise, I would have to build an imperial building," Zhao Qiong sighed and looked up at Aoshan, who had been piled up with money.

"Second Master, where is Tiananmen Square and what is the Empire State Building?" Jianxi asked puzzledly as he heard the prince's self-talk.

"Oh, I mean in the future, we will build a square larger than this one, called Tiananmen Square, and build another 100-meter-high building to show the majesty of my Song Empire." Zhao Qi said nonsense and covered up his foot.

"Why didn't Zhao Zhong wait for us? Why would I go and find a sedan chair?" Seeing Xidong looking around, he still couldn't see their shadows. It was dark now and the temperature dropped very quickly. He rubbed and said,

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"Forget it, we have been to Beijing for several months and have not visited the night market yet. Today, I happened to take this opportunity to take a walk." Zhao Qi shook his head and said, it was only five or six miles away from his palace, and it would not take long to walk.

Seeing Xi explaining to the soldiers guarding the palace gate, a few people walked back along the street.

Before the Song Dynasty, residential areas and commercial areas in cities were completely different from those in commercial areas. The traditional restrictions on opening and closing were restricted. Due to the policy of the Song Dynasty government concentrating various people in the capital, and the increasing degree of urban commercialization, residents paid attention to material life and leisure and entertainment.

. Later, it was broken due to the development of the commodity economy, and there were many shops and private houses in the capital.

Night markets are an extension of daytime business, the urban commodity economy is unprecedentedly developed, and the population of citizens has increased significantly. In response to the material needs, night markets are gradually no longer subject to time restrictions. In several prosperous areas, even Tongxiaodadan, the streets and alleys are not only

Restaurants, restaurants, and tea shops are everywhere, and even snack stalls are gathered. The business of shops and hawkers are no longer restricted by time and area. The night markets in many trading venues are always very lively from dusk to dawn, making

The city landscape is more prosperous and secular than before.

Zhao Qiong and Jianxi walked in front, and Wangfu and Laifu followed them to guard. The group walked east to Panlou Street, which was a simple night market for selling goods. The night market started from dusk and lasted several floors.

The place where you sell products such as heads, crowns, collars, and treasures, the longest duration. If it is summer, it will not last until the drum will be over at 4 o'clock in the morning. Although it is winter now, it is the end of the year.

There are still crowds of people, and the hawking is endless. The streets are selling ginger, fermented skin, roasted sour tendons, mutton fat cakes, leek cats, wool hooves, wool crabs, and stretchers to sell spicy jars and spicy ginger powder.

The meat fine powder, the head of the tree, the ginger, the fish, the clear juice, the snail, the sheep blood soup, the conch head, the snail, the snail, the snail, the snail, the snail, the snail, etc., each has its own hawking sound, which is gentle and pleasant, but is no worse than the hawking performance in the previous life.

This is the original flavor.

Walking east for more than a mile and passing through the bustling crowd, we arrived at the intersection of Panlou Street and Maxing Street. They turned north. The Panjia Restaurant in Mingguan Capital was here, and it was already a lantern.

Tall, illuminating the entire street. It was the meal time. A group of idle men greeted past diners. They were a special industry created by urbanization. They gathered in front of various restaurants to see guests coming.

Helping to help you with help, relying on listening to the guests to get some rewards. Not only are the guests happy to have this group of people to take care of, but also these people are indispensable for the big restaurants in Tokyo like Panlou. This makes such people form a profession, like a modern hotel

The waiter in the room.

The west of the street is Zhongwazi, which is one of the concentration areas of the Beijing Zhongjiyuan. The girls who are attracting guests on the street seem to be more vivid and pleasing to the eyes than the ordinary women of the era they lived in. This is a kind of

The carefully modified "artificial beauty" has every frown, smile, words and movement, walking, sitting and sleeping, and love and anger. They are so artistic that they can make people "see their feet from the beginning and run down from the wind; looking from the feet

At the end, the wind flows upwards. They are beautiful and charming, and they are as charming as spring, and they cannot help but be intoxicated. The slender feet and the sloping waists can soften the muscles and bones of the officials; the plump breasts and the faces of spring,

It can resolve the dangers of the officialdom and the fierceness of the party struggles; the feelings of the country, the suffering of the army and the grudges of the officialdom, and the hatred of colleagues, all of which turn into misty clouds and smoke in the warm care of the girls.

Zhao Qi did not dare to stay here for a long time. After drinking a bowl of fragrant tea soup, he accelerated his pace and integrated into the crowd on Maxing Street. The geographical location close to the imperial city, and the government officials dormitories were sandwiched on both sides of the street, forming a floor

The organic combination of alleys and markets has brought about prosperity here with the consumption of royal relatives and a large number of civil servants, such as high-paying people. Whether it is fresh fruits in four seasons or high-end daily necessities, people pay for it without hesitation. This has formed a Bizhou Bridge.

The night market is even more lively.

It is the end of the year, and it is the season when lanterns are popular. The roadside is full of jade ball lights, Qijia screens, holding light balls, fast-moving Hu'er's sand play lanterns, hustle goose, jade plum blossoms, Yuanzi hammer shots,

Kumquat counting lamps, fish, dragon boats, etc. There are restaurants and restaurants on both sides. It is said that the oil smoke produced by cooking and stir-frying even makes mosquitoes and flies have unique skills. But he came at a bad time. This rumor remains to be verified, but gusts of gusts drifted with the wind.

The aroma of the meal has made Zhao Qiong protest continuously.

"This lamp is good, Zhao Xin must like it." Zhao Qi took off a revolving lantern and looked around and said.

"The second master is just obedient. Along the way, the things you bought are all for Zhao Xin." Jianxi muttered and handed Wangfu a few bags of food in his hand to him for him to carry it, and pay for the lantern.

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"You guys have a lot of things. Look at Wangfu and the others haven't spoken for a long time, just listening to your nagging," Zhao Qiong said to the two of them with a smile.

"Second Master, we dare not say that after walking with you for a day, my stomach was hungry," Lai Fu said with a rubbing his stomach.

"Haha, which restaurant do you want to eat? Second Master, I'll treat you." Zhao Qi said with a smile, his eyes swept over accidentally, and his laughter stopped.

"Second Master, I have eaten all the big restaurants in the capital. How about let's try the snacks on the street?" Wang Fu said, sucking the drool that flowed to his mouth.

"Okay," Zhao Qi suddenly turned around and said loudly, looking at a person dressed in a scholar. The scholar made a mistake as if he was frightened, and immediately picked up the lantern as if nothing had happened.

"Second Master, I smell the fragrance of buns, it seems to be the kind we have eaten in the village," Jianxi said, licking her lips.

"Okay, let's eat buns," Zhao Qi replied, "Be careful behind us, we are being targeted." He said to Wangfu and Laifu quietly without moving his head.

"Second Master, there are two porters who have been following us from the palace gate, but they just don't know whether they are enemies or friends." Wang Fu said as if he was helping Zhao Qie get something.

"Well, be careful and don't let them notice it." Zhao Qi and him said after a while. It turned out that the two of them also found something wrong, but they were not sure, so they were just careful.

"Second Master, let's just be here." Jianxi, who was walking in front, turned around and greeted them. Zhao Qi looked over there. Jianxi chose a small shop on the street, but it was actually not a store at all.

Several bamboo poles supported a piece of oil cloth, surrounded by cloth curtains, and there were several low tables inside. Several trays of buns were steamed on the fire, emitting white steam. A middle-aged couple greeted the guests while packing them.

I have buns, and it is definitely the target of urban management cleaning until now.

Zhao Qi walked over and Jianxi had already chosen a clean table to lean against. She wiped the squid and asked him to sit down. "Shopkeeper, let's get three trays of buns first, and it's just out of the pot." Jianxi shouted loudly.

"Here, bun..." The shopkeeper was stunned when he saw Zhao Qiong, "Second Master, it's really the second master. My wife is the second master." He wiped his eyes and looked at Zhao Qiong excitedly.

The wife shouted.

Who is it?" Zhao Qiong asked in confusion when he saw the excited couple not knowing each other.

"Second Master, the younger one is Liu Er from Dazhaozhuang. He has been working in the bun shop run on the Mansion Wharf for two years. You don't know me anymore," Liu Er said, lit up his chest.

"Amitabha, you are really the Second Master. There are tens of thousands of people in our village. How could you know all the second master?" The boss lady patted her husband and said angrily.

"It turns out that they are all old friends. Why did you come to the capital?" Zhao Qi felt very kind when he heard that he was from Xiangyi Mansion.

"Second Master, after you left, everyone missed you. Now it's winter leisure. You are at home and have nothing to do. So I thought to open a small shop in the capital to earn some pocket money. We often say that maybe we can meet the second master.

And, I met it today,” Liu Er rubbed his hands.

"Master, stop talking, give me buns for the second master first," Liu Er's wife pulled him down and said.

"Okay," Liu Er said hurriedly, and brought three trays of buns on the table, "Can Er try it to suit your taste?"

"Well, it's not bad. It's the smell of the buns in our house. I came here just by smelling it. At first I wondered why there are buns in our house sold in Beijing." Jianxi took a bite of the buns first, sucked the heat and lit it.

Head said.

"Shopkeeper, bring us two cages of buns." Liu Er was still talking. Two short-dressed porters walked in with a shoulder pole and sat down at Zhao Qi and the other table and shouted.

"Liu Er, go and greet the guests. Don't delay the business. We are all our own people. You don't have to be polite." Zhao Qi waved his hand with a smile. Liu Er retreated with apologetic smile and greeted the new guests.

Wang Fu nodded invisibly and signaled that the prince was the two people who had been following them. Zhao Qi glanced at the two porters next to the table and knew it in his heart. Those two were definitely not ordinary coolies, although

Wearing clothes in winter is relatively thick, so it is not easy to accurately see whether the forearm and chest muscles are strong or not. However, their fingers are thick and strong, which means that their strength will not be too bad. There are obvious dark marks on the knuckles.

, it is more certain that they have practiced boxing. Look at their thick and strong forearms, such people are quite threatening, which proves that they have either conducted special training or often fought with weapons...
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