Records of the Cattle and Horses of Chang'an

The Golden Powder Dream has been shattered. As long as the prince is sane, he should not continue to take action. As long as those young ladies are not dead, they should be able to save their lives.

After seeing the yamen runner take the sealed memorial out with his own eyes, Cui Bianxu stood up decisively, went out, got on his horse, and went straight back home to wash up and go to bed.

There is no such thing as asking for leave. He works hard every day and night these days. If his leader has any interest in it, he will not come to see him easily.

Cui Shaoqing, who was full of anger, rode his horse all the way home, following the speed limit set by the Tang Dynasty in Chang'an City. As usual, with a tense face, he threw his beloved horse and whip to the servants, strode back to the house, drove away the servants, and closed the door.

All in one go.

Only then did he relax, and with his hands behind his back he quickly walked around the room, cursing frantically at the air.

From the dead brothel owner who scolded Quchen, to Helan who was suspected of having an affair with Quchen, followed by the yamen runners from the Dali Temple and Wang Mingqian, and finally to Hou Junji who didn't care about his son-in-law and the prince who had problems with his legs and brain.

After cursing, he felt refreshed, so he opened the door and calmly asked someone to prepare water. He wanted to take a shower and have a good sleep.

West city

Jiang Wangri was not setting up his stall alone today. Xia Zhenying knew yesterday that he was doing business at the West Market, so she decided to go out with him to see what was going on.

Old Madam Xia was unwilling to take another step at this moment. No matter how prosperous Chang'an was, she had seen it many years ago.

Even though the stars have moved and time has passed, she just wants to lie down now, and even sitting is too tiring.

She has really walked enough along the way!

Jiang's mother didn't take her niece's desire to go out seriously. If she went out alone, she would be worried. It would be easier if she went out with Jiang Wangri, and she could also help her son, right?

Today’s meal wasn’t wasted!

The bustling and vibrant city of Chang'an really opened Xia Zhenying's eyes. She looked around and glanced left and right, which made others know that she was a country bumpkin from another place.

But she didn't care. So what if he was from another place? Everyone would be like this when they first came to Chang'an. It was just that she didn't bother to hide it.

"Erlang, Chang'an is so great." She said happily to Jiang Wangri, and secretly made up her mind to find a way to take root in Chang'an.

Her laughter was light and cheerful, and that joy infected Jiang Wangri. At first, he felt a little embarrassed by his cousin's naive appearance, but then he felt a little proud: "Of course, there is no place in the world better than Chang'an!"

Well, Luoyang can only be ranked second!

Xia Zhenying's eyes swept over the dazzling array of goods, including gold and silver utensils, silk brocades, spices and medicinal herbs, her eyes filled with desire for beautiful things: "When I make money in the future, I will buy these too!"

"That would require a lot of money." Jiang Wangri knew how expensive those things were. His mother only had a few pieces of silver jewelry, and his sister didn't have anything at all.

But it doesn’t matter. He will save some money and buy a silver hairpin for his sister.

"Erlang, how much money can you make from this business every day?"

When the two arrived at the place, Jiang Wangri stopped to make preparations, and Xia Zhenying also retracted her gaze to help him with the work, and asked curiously.

"It's not much, just hard-earned money." Jiang Wangri did not answer her question. According to his sister, this was a business secret.

However, someone with some ability can just ask the selling price, taste the food, and calculate the daily gross profit.

In the catering industry, profits are relatively transparent to a certain extent. After all, the price of raw materials is there. They buy a lot and have a fixed supply, so the prices are naturally cheaper than retail.

(Time travelers, please don't hesitate to try Tang Dynasty food. While the taste isn't guaranteed, freshness is guaranteed! The Tang Code explicitly stipulates that even if a merchant's food is of acceptable quality, if it's still sold after the expiration date, regardless of whether or not serious consequences are caused, they will be punished with 90 strokes of the cane. If a customer becomes ill after eating the food, they will be charged with intentional homicide. At the very least, the merchant will be sentenced to one year in prison. In more serious cases, the death penalty could be hanging.)

He was unwilling to say, and Xia Zhenying tactfully did not ask any further questions. She was like a hard-working little bee helping to count the money for selling mutton. Although she was young and had not received much education, she was extremely talented in accounting.

Normally, when Jiang Wangri was selling braised mutton alone, she would be slow in calculating the money, but she could tell the customer the amount very quickly without any mistakes.

After the excitement subsided, he said, "Erlang, I'm going to take a walk."

If she wants to make money, she still has to do business, and she doesn't mind becoming a merchant herself.

Xia Zhenying walked with her slender legs and carefully inspected the West Market. This time, her eyes were not on the valuable items that attracted her just now, but on the restaurants and stalls.

You can't become fat in one bite. She has no capital, so she has to start with a small business.

Based on my observations from yesterday to today, my aunt's family should have some savings, but she is still young and can't borrow much money if she asks.

Moreover, when it comes to doing business, how can an ordinary person have a 100% chance of success? Although she will definitely try her best to make perfect plans, there is no guarantee.

If you borrow too much, it may be difficult to pay it back.

On the way back after closing the stall, the relationship between the two had become closer.

Xia Zhenying curiously asked Jiang Wangri about Jiang Shangxian's work as a chef in a restaurant.

Jiang Wangri said all kinds of nice things about his sister. In his eyes, his sister was the most powerful.

"Sister's cooking skills are excellent. She makes a lot of different dishes and always has new ideas. They are all fresh things that have never been seen in Chang'an City. The owner of Lexianlou tasted the dishes made by sister and immediately made sister the chef. He also gave her a separate kitchen..."

When talking about his own sister, Jiang Wangri's thin little body stood straight, and his pride was beyond words.

Xia Zhenying listened and took it to heart, then began to think about it. She also praised, "My cousin is really amazing. Cooking is not simple. She can make so many fresh dishes. It shows that my cousin is a very clever person."

Jiang Wangri's tail was almost wagging from these words of praise.

Because someone helped today, they moved much faster. When they returned home, Jiang's mother had just woken up and was in the yard holding a comb, with her head tilted, carefully combing her hair one stroke at a time.

Old Madam Xia was sitting at the breakfast door picking vegetables, and the two of them chatted from time to time.

Seeing them come back, Jiang's mother did not stop, but asked them to drink a bowl of herbal juice each to relieve the heat.

The weather is really too hot. If it is over summer, I will have to spend money to see a doctor.

The herbal juice boiled by Jiang's mother was indeed very bitter. Jiang Wangri's face wrinkled as he drank it. He glanced at Xia Zhenying opposite him, took a sip, pinched his nose, and drank it in one gulp. At this time, he had already taken a bowl to collect cold water to rinse his mouth.