I wish you all a happy Mid-Autumn Festival and a family reunion to eat mooncakes together The second update is delivered, between the sixth, seventh, eighty-third places on the list of historical classified monthly passes, there is only a few votes apart, brothers, come and get some monthly passes I haven't seen Thirteen Niang for a long time, Zhang Chao misses it very much.
Seeing that it was not a few days before the wedding day, Zhang Chaofa wanted to see her again.
At noon, I dined in Fumanlou, although the golden fat man made a little accident, but everyone was still very happy at this meal.
The three principals are all petty officials of the eighth or ninth grade, and they are usually thin, so it is not easy to raise a large family in Chang'an City.
Although I have heard about how Fumanlou is good, I am reluctant to come here to enjoy a meal.
And today they learned that their new boss was actually the owner of Fumanlou, to be precise, the owner of Fumanlou was actually the fiancée of their new boss.
In one meal, more than a dozen dishes were served, fried, steamed, stewed, boiled, fried, swimming in the river, running on the ground, flying in the sky, and even several fresh vegetables in winter.
After the meal, there were rock sugar pears, which was really unsatisfying, and finally everyone found that their stomachs were very supportive.
The servants and handymen who ate downstairs were the first to come back to eat in such a luxurious restaurant.
How have they ever eaten such a delicate object, the same dish is not only delicious, but also good-looking, the bowls and plates made of porcelain, the chopsticks carved with patterns, so that a group of people are eye-opening, eager to eat these dishes and chopsticks.
After a meal, whether it was the three officials or the dozen or so officials, or the group of soldiers and servants, their impression of Zhang Sanlang changed greatly, and Zhang Sanlang was bold and generous.
Zhang Chao was very happy to see that he had bought these subordinate officials who were still a little cold to him in one meal, and he originally thought that he would have to invite several meals.
The cost of buying is so low.
After eating, Zhang Chao happily announced that he would stop here today, and then go back to his own house to find his own mother.
For a boss like Zhang Chao, his subordinates still like it very much.
Half a day's work, anyway, there is still a day's salary.
Zhang Chao didn't let Cheng Chumo and them continue to follow, and let them go back to their respective homes, and then he went to Qinglong Temple.
After donating a sum of sesame oil money to Qinglong Temple, immediately the old acquaintance and the guest monk came again.
Zhang Chao asked him if Zhuyuexuan was still empty, and the monk nodded with a smile.
This is the benefit of having money, even if it is a quiet place for Buddhism, in fact, it is the same.
Zhang Chao went to take a look at Zhu Yuexuan, as always, it was still the same.
After chatting with the monk for a while, Zhang Chao left.
He didn't make an appointment with Thirteen Niang in advance, so if he wanted to see Thirteen Niang, he had to go to Cui's Mansion.
In the warm afternoon sun in winter, Zhang Chao wore a dark green official robe and walked on the street between the alleys with black leather boots.
Zhang Chao walked near Cui's house and did not go directly to the door.
He didn't mention a gift today, and it was not suitable to come to the door, the day of Thirteen Niang's marriage is approaching, and it is of course inappropriate to come to the door to meet at this time.
Zhang Chao stood near Cui's house for a while, and then saw a few half-old children.
So he beckoned and came out with a few copper coins.
"If any of you know the pillars in Cui's mansion, and whoever knows me, I'll give him a penny."
A penny is still very attractive for a child who is seven or eight years old.
The three children all said they knew, so Zhang Chao gave each of them a copper coin.
"Okay, then I'm looking for a pillar now, who wants to help me go to Cui Mansion and call him out.
Whoever helps me to call him, I will give him two pennies. ” The three children thought about it, and in the end, only one of them was brave enough to go to Na Cui Mansion to find someone.
Zhang Chao gave him a penny.
"I'll give you another article after I call someone."
So the child ran to Cui's house, and after a while, the child really came back, followed by the pillar.
"It turned out to be Saburo, why don't you enter the house?"
Zhang Chao gave the child a copper coin and sent them away, and the three children ran away excitedly.
"Zhuzi, you go back and let the red line tell Thirteen Niang, just say that I will wait for her in Qinglong Temple."
The pillar nodded, turned and walked back.
"Wait."
Zhang Chao stopped him and took out a piece of silver collar about one tael from his body, which he specially went to the silver shop to make for his usual convenience, one or two pieces.
Although gold and silver are not circulating currency, gold and silver are relatively strong, and sometimes they are still very useful for rewards, gifts, or so on.
"Take it."
"Ah, Saburo, I can't take this."
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"I'll reward you, go and do something."
The pillar hurriedly thanked him, and this time he walked with the wind.
Zhang Chao walked to Qinglong Temple very leisurely, he was not in a hurry, anyway, it was impossible for Thirteen Niang to go over immediately.
Without a bolt or horseback, Zhang Chao was alone, wearing a green robe, strolling slowly down the street.
In fact, there is no street scene to see, this street is not the main road of Chang'an, so the road is not paved with bricks and stones, it is still a dirt road.
After the rain and snow in winter, it is muddy.
The road is not easy to walk, and there is no scenery on the street.
On both sides of the street, there are no shops or stalls, only a Wuhou Pavilion every other way.
These Wuhou pavilions are similar to the security pavilions of later generations, and the Wuhou in them is equivalent to the public security assistant police.
Day and night, they are responsible for defending and patrolling their respective defense areas.
In the event of a fire, they also act as firefighters.
Now during the day, these martial marquis are also leaning against the wall and basking in the sun.
The tall walls make the street look like a ditch.
The walls of the square block the streets, making them deserted.
But with the walls, the streets are cleaner, there is no littering, but there are no public toilets.
Zhang Chao suddenly felt a little anxious, but after looking for a long time, he didn't see a public toilet.
He remembered that there were very few public toilets on the streets of Chang'an, and there were better on several main roads, such as this more remote street, and even less.
After walking a little further, there is a square gate facing the street.
The gate is guarded by soldiers, they are much more serious than the community security guards, even if Zhang Chao is wearing an official uniform, but if he wants to enter the workshop to borrow a toilet, it still takes a lot of speech.
Maybe in the eyes of those soldiers, Zhang Chao, a six-grade official, should bring his entourage, and it was a little strange to walk around the street by himself.
It's not the East Market, the West Market, so there's nothing to visit.
Entering the Fang, the houses in the Fang are very neatly planned.
The courtyards are somewhat similar to courtyard houses.
There are also straight streets in the square, and Zhang Chao knocked on the door of the nearest house.
An old man opened the door, his eyes tinged with wariness.
"In case of internal emergency, I want to borrow the old man's toilet."
The old man glanced at Zhang Chao a few times, and in the end he probably believed in the dark green official robe on his body.
The old Han's house is also a small courtyard, with a few rammed earth houses, and the home is relatively simple.
There is no well in the courtyard, but there is a latrine in the corner.
Zhang Chao pushed the door in, and was immediately almost stunned by the smell, he hadn't used such a pristine latrine for a long time.
A shed was built out of a few logs, surrounded by some firewood, and then covered with thatch, and a pit was dug in a small space inside.
It's as simple as that.
Zhang Chaoqiang endured it and finally finished it, and quickly escaped as if he came out.
"Uncle, your pit is full, and the sewage is overflowing, so why don't you clean it up."
The old man sat in the courtyard and weaved a wicker basket in the sun, and he didn't raise his head when he heard the words.
"My son went to Zhongnan Mountain to burn charcoal for others, but he was not at home, and no one made it."
Zhang Chao was a little strange, manure is an excellent fertilizer, and he remembered that the use of manure should have been used a long time ago.
Why is it that no one wants the feces of the people in Chang'an City now, and the people of Zhangjiagou know about the dung.
Even when he has time, he will carry a basket on his back to pick up the dung pulled by cattle and sheep outside, and he will not let go at all.
"Someone came to collect the dung, but they asked for money."
No, shouldn't it be those who come to collect dung to give money to the households, he remembers that in the Ming and Qing dynasties, there were dung farms in various cities, there were special dung collectors, and even divided the territory, and whoever dared to cross the line would fight.
It seems that he remembered reading in the history books that there were two rich people in the Tang Dynasty who were more unique, one was a rich man who specialized in recycling waste products in Chang'an City, and later became a huge rich, and the other was even more legendary, that one was dedicated to collecting dung and selling it to the people in the suburbs.
Zhang Chao felt that this matter was very interesting, so he was not in a hurry to leave, washed his hands with a spoonful of water, and then squatted next to the old man, watched him weave a willow basket, and then chatted with him without a match.
Although the old man's family lives in Chang'an and the people of Beijing, his family background is also average.
The old man has inconvenient legs and feet, and he is old, so he can't do much work.
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The son went to Zhongnan Mountain to chop wood and burn charcoal for people in winter, and the daughter-in-law helped people wash clothes.
According to what the old man said, there are people who collect manure in Chang'an City, but those people are arranged by the government, and they will regularly come to clean the latrines in the people's homes and the public toilets on the streets.
But it's not free, you have to charge money.
Although it is not much, but every time it is collected, the conditions of the old man's family are not good, so it has always been cleared by his daughter-in-law's brother from the countryside.
They helped clean it up, and by the way, they were able to pull the manure back for use.
"Is this like this in Chang'an City?"
"It's all like that."
Old man said.
Zhang Chao's eyes lit up when he listened.
If there are no professional dung collectors and dung farms in Chang'an City now, and the government only arranges people to do this, and they still have to collect money, then Zhang Chao feels that there is a great opportunity here.
Business opportunity, big business opportunity.
Although there are no million homes in Chang'an City, there are more than 100,000 households.
Even if you get rid of the population of the garrison and the palace, there are still a lot of them.
When there are more people, there will naturally be more dung.
And what is dung For the farmers of the Tang Dynasty who did not have chemical fertilizers, it was a treasure.
But why isn't there a manure market in Chang'an City now?
Zhang Chao thinks that it may be that it was hindered by the war and did not develop, and secondly, it may be that the Tang Dynasty did not process enough manure.
I heard the old man say that those people collected the dung, and simply poured it into some large dung tanks, and then sold it to those nearby vegetable farmers.
Vegetable farmers pull carts to pull manure back to grow vegetables, and farmers farther away rarely come to buy manure because of inconvenient transportation.
There is a lot of manure, but there is a lack of processing means, and it is difficult to transport, so the supply exceeds demand, so there will be a situation where the manure pit in the father-in-law's house is full.
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