Chapter 1021 The Happiness of Ordinary People

"That's because they are orphans and will work for the general after they finish their studies. Our children are not orphans."

"I still thought they were orphans. I used to want to throw the children at the school gate and pretend to be orphans, so that they could study and learn their skills." One person said: "That is a school opened by the general. In the future, they will learn it after they have finished it." Serving the general is no better than digging for food in the soil and wandering around."

If you follow Zhao Hanzhang, even if there is another war, your chance of survival will be better than following them.

So as soon as the regulations came out, he was one of the people who immediately sent their children to school.

But more people want their children to work at home, so they are not allowed to go to school.

Although children are young, they can actually do a lot of things. There are many three-year-old children who can't even speak a few words, but they can be pulled into the field to pull weeds. At the age of five, they can go to the ground to plant rice and sow wheat. Planting, growing vegetables and catching insects...

If it's bigger, you can hold a hoe.

Farm work is trivial, but it requires a lot of manpower.

They were given land, and they had to pay taxes every year. They couldn't do it without working hard.

Six out of ten households in Luoyang City are orphans, widows, old people with children, and no young people. This means that they need to spend more time in the fields.

Zhao Hanzhang also knows this, she also has a headache, and there is currently no better way.

Regarding manpower, she couldn't get them a machine to share the labor.

Zhao Hanzhang sighed repeatedly. When he came out of the water mill and walked back, he slowed down his horse and wandered towards the capital.

By this time, the sun had set, and large fires began to be lit at the city gate. Everyone continued to line up to inspect and enter the city.

Because they were divided into six groups, the speed was very fast. However, they brought too many goods and needed to count them, so there were still many people and convoys stuck outside.

Knowing that the city gate would not be closed tonight, the clever people made pancakes, steamed buns, steamed buns, etc. at home. After asking the soldiers guarding the gate and knowing that they could come in if they went out, they immediately picked up their things and walked out along the line. Sell ​​down.

The only ones left now are the stewards and guards. Their boss has already entered the city.

But the stewards, assistants, and guards also have appetites, and they are naturally willing to eat dry food when they don’t have it. Now the salesman opened a corner of the cloth, and the steam from the bamboo basket rushed out, curling up in the afterglow of dusk, and then the fragrance followed. As the smoke dispersed, it rushed towards their noses.

The stomachs of the guys couldn't help but growl, and the steward who was filling in the entry documents under the last bit of light couldn't help but follow the smell and look over.

He glanced at the team in front of him and estimated that they would still have half an hour to arrive, so he rolled up the information, put it away, walked over with his hands behind his back, and asked, "How do you sell these buns?"

The salesman bent down and said: "Three pennies are worth two of these without stuffing, and two pennies are worth a piece of stuffing."

"What filling?"

"Pork stuffing with mustard greens and pork stuffing with cabbage."

The steward raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is there a lot of meat?"

The salesman smiled and said, "It's not much, but it's full of oil and water. The meat used to make our buns is all fat, with just a little bit of lean meat. If you chop it open, you won't be able to eat a single ounce of lean meat."

When the steward heard this, he immediately said: "Bring us twenty-eight buns without fillings, and thirty buns with fillings."

Including him, there are twenty-eight people in his family staying here.

The steward turned to the guards and said: "Separate, take two buns each. After taking them, quickly return to your position to guard, keep an eye on the things, and wait for the boss to take action, we will have a good life."

The guards happily agreed and came forward in groups to line up.

The salesman happily opened the curtain and brought them steamed buns. Of course, there was nothing to put them in. Each person put one bun without stuffing and one with stuffing in his hand. In the end, there was one bun without stuffing and three buns with stuffing left. Take it yourself.

The salesman wrapped him up in a leaf and quietly added an extra meat bun inside.

The steward was very satisfied with this. He counted out two pennies and gave him a bunch of money. He smiled and said, "Can you see if the number is correct?"

The salesman chuckled, how could he figure it out? So he turned around and shouted in the distance. After a while, a half-year-old boy ran over.

The salesman said: "Xiao Liu, this steward wants twenty-eight plain steamed buns and thirty stuffed buns."

The young man said after he finished speaking: "One hundred and two coins."

The salesman showed him the bunch of money.

The young man's fingers quickly grabbed the copper coins and slid them over. After a while, he handed them back to the salesman, "Enough."

The salesman became happy and said to the steward: "That's enough, that's enough. Thank you for your patronage."

The steward nodded, looked at the young man curiously, and asked, "Is this your son?"

"Ah? No, no," the salesman hurriedly smiled and waved his hand: "This is a neighbor's kid. He is very good at reading, especially math."

Not far away, someone called out "Xiao Liu" again. After bowing to the steward and the salesman, the young man immediately turned around and ran to settle accounts for another person.

The steward couldn't help but sigh, "This is really amazing. In the past, who could have imagined that a scholar would settle accounts with a salesman?"

The steward of the motorcade next door came over with a pancake, "Before? Have you ever seen the gate of the capital open all night for me and other business travelers?"

He moved his hand in a circle and said: "Look, the only ones left outside the city are bitches like us, so what if the city gate is closed? But the general actually opened the city gate all night just so that we can enter the city. , and also asked county officials and students from Imperial College to check for us all night long."

"Don't say this happened in the past, it was a crime just to have a thought." Therefore, under the rule of the general, no matter what happened, he would not doubt it.

The salesman who left quickly came back with his load, his steps were fast. He had already sold all the goods. He smiled at the steward when he passed by them, and then trotted into the city.

Ordinary people like them can enter and leave the city gate very quickly, and there is no need for special inspections. When entering, just ask the soldiers guarding the gate to glance at the empty bamboo basket.

As soon as the salesman entered the city, he ran faster and almost ran all the way home.

His house was filled with fireworks. His mother, daughter-in-law, and two widowed sisters-in-law were leading a group of children to make buns. His mother covered the kneaded dough with a cloth and placed it on the stove.

The temperature here is high and the dough rises faster, which takes about two quarters of an hour.

When I saw him coming back with a bamboo basket, I was stunned and asked, "Didn't it sell?"

The old lady's heart skipped a beat, it was over, and they kneaded a lot.

The salesman grinned and said, "They're all sold, Auntie. There are still many people outside who want to buy. Is there anyone who sells the pot? I'll pick up another load."

Everyone in the kitchen became energetic and said quickly: "Yes, yes, there are two pots. I'll put them in for you."

The salesman took out the money he earned tonight and gave it to his mother, "Take it, so I don't lose it. Many people are picking up food to sell. I estimate that I can sell it two more times. You can do it again." Four pots is enough.”

When the old lady heard this, she became sad and said, "We don't have that much wheat flour at home."

These steamed buns are made by mixing wheat flour and bean flour. There is still a lot of bean flour, but there is not much wheat flour.

Who would grind so much wheat flour at home?

The salesman thought for a moment and said, "Make as much as you can. I'll pick and sell them first."

"Be careful on the road."

"Don't worry. The soldiers guarding the gate tonight are very talkative. There are Zhao Jiajun patrolling outside. No one dares to bully us."

If it were other soldiers, they would be really afraid. Not only would they be afraid of bandits on the road snatching the buns, but they would also be afraid of the soldiers snatching the buns, but Zhao Jiajun would not.

The old lady was relieved and asked the fifth daughter-in-law to see off the fifth child.

See you tomorrow