The mergers and acquisitions of shops in the East and West Streets are still going on, and the vacant land on the West Street has been cleaned up. The cooks, maids, and eunuchs of the palace are all dispatched, pretending to be all kinds of small traders to set up their stalls.
West Street is close to the West City Gate, which is the main passage for people around Jianyang City to enter the city. Because Jianyang is backed by mountains in the north, a river in the south, and the official road leading to Xunyang in the east, most of the farms and villages are in the west.
In the past few days, the West City Gate has gradually become lively, and farmers from the suburbs can see the small market when they enter through the West City Gate. Those who sell vegetables, meat, and gadgets, to name a few, and those who are active will go to the stalls to inquire about the situation.
"Little brother, how do you sell this comb?" A woman wearing a Jing Chai looked around and saw that the hawker selling the comb was a young and fair guy, so she tried to talk to him.
The young man selling the comb raised his head, it was Chen Ziqi's personal eunuch Fuxi. The lord asked these servants to come out and set up stalls and decide what to sell. Fuxi followed the prince every day, and got along well with the blacksmiths and carpenters in the arsenal, and there were many connections. The carpenter asked him to sell this comb.
"Big sister, which comb did you like?" Fuxi asked with a smile.
The woman picked at random for a while, picked up a box of boxwood combs and looked at it. She asked the price and didn't say to buy it, and started talking casually, "Young man, you are setting up a stall here, and you don't take any weapons, so you are not afraid of people coming to grab it. what?"
"There is a patrol camp, and no one dares to make trouble." Fuxi pointed to the team that walked slowly not far away, boasting that he had been here for several days, and he had not seen any trouble.
"Are you going to pay the patrol camp?" The woman looked at the people wearing daggers, and when she saw that they belonged to the daggersmen, she couldn't help but feel confident. This Jianyang is close to Changjianmen and Dianjianmen. With them, it is as safe as a sect farm.
"Leave it to the palace, this is King Jian's territory. In the morning, the steward of the palace will collect the money, two cents a day for a stall," Fuxi pointed to a small wooden sign next to the stall, "You can get this number if you pay. The cards are handed back when the booth is closed."
The woman picked up the small wooden sign and looked at it. There was a simple "three" inscribed on it. It didn't make much sense. It just proved that this person had paid for today's booth.
Two texts are just money for a biscuits, and anyone can afford it. The woman's mind became active, and she went to other stalls to ask questions, and then she left happily. As soon as the woman left, another strong man came over, picked up a wooden comb and asked Fuxi, "Young man, you are setting up a stall here, aren't you afraid of people coming to grab it?"
Fuxi said the same thing dozens of times a day, and when he returned to the palace, his voice was hoarse. Chen Ziqi patted his shoulder, "Good job, continue tomorrow."
Fuxi had a bitter face, but did not dare to object, and continued to set up a stall the next day.
This went on for three days, and on the fourth day, the little woman from the first day came with a basket with sugar cakes she baked herself.
The people in the palace looked at each other and saw excitement in each other's eyes.
Although there are few people in Jianyang City, it is not that there are no people. Recently, the craftsmen are working in the weapon shop. With stable wages, there are really many people buying sugar cakes. In the morning, all ten sugar cakes were sold out, and the woman had twenty pennies in her hands, and she couldn't help but smile.
On weekdays, I don’t have any spare money at home. I can only get some food for farming the sect. The money is exchanged with eggs saved at home, which is only enough to buy salt. With the establishment of a stall, you can save money to sell cloth and make new clothes for the children.
The first person comes, there will be a second one. After persisting like this for half a month, there were no servants of the palace in this open space, and the people who really wanted to set up stalls were replaced.
Jianyang City finally had fireworks, and those who got money from selling shops also began to move to the city.
The first person to move here was Hao Dongxi, who sold 20 shops. Hao Dongxi took the note and went to the palace to pay twenty taels of silver. The accountant wanted to give him all the four hundred and eighty taels, but he didn't dare to ask for it, because he was afraid that he would be robbed when he went out, so he only took twenty taels. Hao Dongxi was a little unbelievable when Bai Huahua's cash was in hand.
I bought a two-story house in the south of the city. Now the house in the city is not cheap. Such a two-story house with a two-story building costs only ten taels of silver. After setting up the house, Hao Dongxi lived in the city for two days, and found that he was safe. There were watch calls at night, and people from the patrol battalion patrolled back and forth. He immediately went home to pick up his mother and younger siblings.
"I heard that the Hao family doesn't plan to stay here anymore?" The women on the farm gathered together to discuss.
"Do you feel ashamed of being divorced from your marriage?" Someone already speculated.
"Fuck, they got the money to sell the shop and want to move to Jianyang City."
Tell Hao Dongxi that the matchmaker passed by, and when he heard this, he immediately pricked up his ears. Hao Dongxi got rich? Can Jianyang City be inhabited now
Hearing that Hao Dongxi seemed to have won several hundred taels of silver, the matchmaker was so frightened that his face changed color. If the girl from the family who broke off the marriage heard about this, wouldn't he regret it so much
News like this gradually spread among the people on the outskirts of the city.
Chen Ziqi didn't have time to appreciate the gradually prosperous Jianyang City, and he was busy choosing archers. Fengling's people work very fast. In half a month, they have found more than 200 young people.
Due to lack of money, Chen Ziqi originally planned to raise only 50 elite soldiers, but now that he has the money from Dan Yi, he can raise more for the time being. So I picked and picked, leaving 120 people behind. I planned to train these people together, and train the best 50 to be archers, and the lower ones can be ordinary guards.
Those who are eliminated will not let them come in vain, and each person will be given two taels of silver as hard work.
"My lord, please stay with me. It's okay if you don't want to be a soldier and let me do rough work in the mansion. There is no one in my family. I'm hanging around outside, and I might starve to death one day." In front of Chen Ziqi, he raised the two taels of silver that he had just handed over his head, indicating that he did not want the money.
Looking at the young man in front of him who was about the same age as him, Chen Ziqi was a little stunned. If he had not been admitted to the palace, he would have been struggling like these young men.
One person knelt down, and the others knelt down one after another.
"Let's stay," Dan Yi patted Chen Ziqi's shoulder. "The person Feng Ling found won't have any major problems." His physical condition is not particularly good, he can't be an archer, but there is no problem with being an ordinary soldier. Rather than waiting for the fief to expand before recruiting troops, it is better to raise it now, and maybe even raise future talents.
Chen Ziqi frowned slightly, and it makes sense to say so, but he doesn't have so many people right now, so it's hard to control these new arrivals. He turned to ask Luo Yunsheng, who was instructing the registration of documents, "Sir, what do you think?"
Luo Yunsheng stroked the little moustache that had just grown, pulled Chen Ziqi to the side, and said in a low voice: "These children have already seen it, and there is no problem in coming here. The fief is so big, it only depends on five Ten archers are not enough, and the subordinates suggest to stay. However, this stay still needs to be considered."
"How?" Chen Ziqi asked curiously.
"Controlling your subordinates and bribing people's hearts, your lord should learn from this time." Luo Yunsheng said this inexplicably, and asked Chen Zi to go over and whisper a few words.
Dan Yi sat on the chair of the Eight Immortals and drank tea slowly, her eyes were locked on Chen Ziqi. Seeing that the surnamed Luo was so close to Chen Ziqi, her thin lips couldn't help pursing into a straight line.
After listening to Mr. Luo's teaching, Chen Ziqi suddenly felt enlightened and re-examined Luo Yunsheng. This hidden gentleman has been giving him several surprises in recent days, no wonder the second child has gone to great lengths to win him over.
After thinking for a moment, Chen Ziqi turned around and returned to his position, slowly glanced at the young people present, and sighed: "It's not that this king doesn't want to leave you behind, the world is difficult, people are like mayflies, and this king is at risk. I also want to protect the young people in the fief as much as possible. However, you have also seen that Jianyang City has just been built, and I can’t bear to light a lantern in front of the palace gate, so I can’t afford to support so many people.”
Having said that, the teenagers who were kneeling on the ground couldn't help showing a bit of despair.
"If you have a place to go, leave as soon as possible. If you really don't want to go, then there is only one way, and that is to stay in the barracks as a handyman." Chen Ziqi frowned, showing that he couldn't bear it, as if he was very embarrassed.
Those teenagers were bright, and immediately said that they could.
Those who did not want to stay as handymen left one after another, and they were picked out before, leaving a total of more than 180 people.
Chen Ziqi nodded slightly, and then showed a little smile: "Although they are handymen, you can practice martial arts with them on weekdays, but you can only practice for half a day, and you have to work for the rest of the day. If you practice well, you can change to the elite barracks. , the people in the elite battalion do not do well, they will be replaced in the handyman."
After saying these words, Chen Ziqi asked the chef of the palace to fry a few large pots of chowder, and invited the young people who were left behind to eat it. There are cabbage, meatballs, and meat slices in the chowder, and there is a lot of lard.
After eating such delicious food, the group of teenagers strengthened their determination to stay here, and what Tatsuko said later gave the teenagers who were handymen great hope, and the selected ones felt the crisis. , all of them are energetic. When I started training, there was no one who was lazy.
"The world is difficult, and people are like mayflies in their precarious situations..." Back in the room at night, Chen Ziqi jumped onto the bed excitedly, repeated the words of the day with impassionedness, and looked at Dan Yi with sparkling eyes, "How did I say it, did it make people? Especially want to be loyal, can't wait to dedicate your head to me?"
Dan Yi took off her shirt and walked to the bed, pinching someone's wiggly butt, "I don't know if you want to give your head, all I know is that it's already autumn, and you haven't gone back with me yet."
Chen Zi scratched at the pinched place, knelt down, sat down, hugged Dan Yi's waist, put his chin on his chest and crushed him, "Three days, give me three more days, I promise."
Three days later, the news that thousands of chickens in the Jindaomen chicken farm had been exterminated reached Jianyang.
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