Every time I wear it quickly, there are always big guys giving it away.

Kyoto is divided into two parts: the inner city and the outer city. There are four high gates and continuous city walls in the four directions of the inner and outer cities, which protect the two urban areas tightly.

The inner city is the residence of princes, ministers, nobles and powerful officials, while the outer city is vast and most of the common people live in this area.

There is a curfew in the inner city, and people’s food, clothing, housing and transportation can be met in the outer city.

In order not to offend the nobles, they would not enter the inner city without reason.

Compared with the solemnity of the inner city, the outer city is far more popular.

Previously, the bustling bustle of Changjing Street was nothing compared to the streets in the outer city.

After passing through the Yonghe Gate leading from the inner city to the outer city, you can clearly feel the bustling crowds everywhere you pass.

The lanterns used for lighting are like the flowers that have been blown down from thousands of trees, and the tiny dots of light gather into the brilliance of the lamps.

There are all kinds of stalls on both sides of the road, and the dazzling array of goods attracts many people to stop.

The vendors’ enthusiastic greetings are the best way to facilitate business negotiations.

There was no pretty girl selling herself to bury her father, and no short-sighted dandy blocking the road and causing trouble... The carriage moved forward steadily, with no obstructions along the way.

There is a constant stream of pedestrians along the street, occasionally a few naughty children interspersed among them, running and laughing. Their cheerful laughter infects every passerby.

"Selling candied haws, selling candied haws, the sweet candied haws..."

An old man in plain clothes was carrying a straw basket filled with colorful candied haws.

The old man moved freely among the crowd, shouting out his wares in a full-bodied accent, attracting a group of children behind him.

The child raised his head high, staring at the candied haws strings, drooling.

Among them, a young child slurped his saliva and subconsciously lifted up the hem of his clothes to wipe it off. The children next to him laughed, "Oh~ Erwa is drooling because of greed..."

The chubby face of the child named Erwa immediately turned red, but his dark eyes were still spinning around the candied haws, and he was reluctant to move even for a moment.

He argued for himself: "Tanghulu is so delicious, so what's wrong with me drooling over it!"

"What Erwa said makes sense. If I could eat such delicious candied haws, I would drool all day long!"

The friend who followed the Tanghulu action obviously stood on Erwa's side, and he expressed the thoughts of the children present.

Yes, candied haws are such a delicious thing, what’s wrong with drooling a little!

With Erwa and other children chasing after him, the old man selling candied haws is doing good business and has sold four or five already.

Although it was a stable and prosperous time, the people of their Blue Bird Country were spared from the suffering of war and chaos and did not have to leave their homes, but they worked hard all their lives and could not save much money throughout the year.

The old man lives in the suburbs of Beijing. He makes a batch of candied haws every day and puts them on the straw bundle he carries on his shoulder.

Before daybreak, he would go out carrying a bundle of grass and walk from the village to the outer city. After passing the inspection of the officials at the city gate, he could enter the city directly.

The people living in the outer city are obviously better off than these farmers in the suburbs, and are willing to buy a string of candied haws for their children to sweeten their stomachs.

Whenever there is a market day or a grand occasion, the old man's candied haws business is particularly prosperous.

On an ordinary day like today, the old man is already satisfied if he sells about four or five strings a day.

If the candied haws cannot be sold, a few will be kept for the delight of the grandchildren, and the rest will be sold at a low price to the peddler, which is also a source of income that can accumulate over time.

The old man would not sell candied haws that were left overnight or several days old. Doing business under the feet of the emperor, in this capital city full of princes and nobles, nine out of ten people are relatives of officials in some way.

He really doesn't have the guts!

The old man was walking around the streets hawking his wares and was about to leave the outer city gate and rush back home, but he was stopped by an official. He was trembling with fear and dared not move.

"Mo Huang, how are you selling these candied haws?" The man dressed as an official saw his panic and said with a smile.

"It's free. If you want to eat it, take it." The old man didn't dare to do business with the official. He put down the straw and said, "Look, it's all here. It's freshly made today!"

The official took the bundle of grass without saying a word and carried it on his shoulders.

"Sir, we're leaving now." The old man breathed a sigh of relief and turned around quickly.

"Wait a moment—" the official called to the old man.

The old man turned around with a breath hanging in his throat, trembling, his head hung tightly, not daring to raise it, "Sir, Sir, what are you shouting at us for?"

The official freed one hand, took out a small silver ingot from his chest and threw it over, "Is this enough?"

Forgive him for punching and kicking the world, but he has never bought a candied haws!

When the old man saw the shining silver ingots, his eyes widened and his tongue became tied. "Sir, this cannot be used. This is too much..."

"That's enough." After hearing this, the official carried the candied haws and walked away without any psychological burden.

"Sir, sir, I haven't given you the change yet!" The old man held the silver ingot in his palm and shouted at the official's back.

The official did not turn around, but just waved his hand indifferently. Carrying the straw bundle full of candied haws, his figure looked extremely tall in the eyes of the old man.

What a good man!

The old man hid the silver ingot close to his body and hurried home. He wanted to tell his family the good news.

The only ones who were dumbfounded were probably a group of children who had been following the Tanghulu from beginning to end. They stopped and looked at each other.

"No more candied haws?"

“The candied haws are gone just like that!”

"It's great to be an official. I can buy as many candied haws as I want. I want to be an official too!"

"I want, too……"

"See, even adults like to eat candied haws!"

"Woo woo woo, I want candied haws!"

"Tell my mom to buy a bunch tomorrow, I don't care!"

……

The children gathered together, talking a lot, and then ran away. Only the greedy Erwa kept looking in the direction the official had left.

So many candied haws...

What if the official can’t eat?

He has to go and see!

Willows are swaying by the Huai River.

There are buildings decorated with lights and colorful decorations on both sides of the river, and shop signs fluttering in the wind. There is a constant stream of pedestrians coming and going in this area.

There were melodious music, singing, flute and dancing, and young men in luxurious clothes and scholars in Confucian robes could be seen everywhere.

This place is prosperous and bustling, visible to the naked eye. It is also a famous den of money-spending, and a favorite place for playboys to linger.

There are not only wine shops and restaurants here, but also gambling houses, brothels, teahouses, etc. Recently, a new auction house opened here, and the response has been very good.

The carriage did not stop at these "entertainment venues" that were designed to drain people's energy. It even silently sped up when passing by.

His Majesty in the carriage had been hiding behind the curtain and observing secretly, but he didn't even have a chance to see it clearly.

The carriage slowly stopped at a secluded place, and Chen Jia jumped out of the carriage with the help of the Regent.

The second time she placed her sleeve on his hand, Chen Jia calmed down a little, "Thank you, uncle!"

The Regent said nothing, his expression softening slightly.