It rained three times last night and is very sunny this morning.

In the morning after the rain, the air carried a gust of refreshing humidity.

The bright and colorful sunlight penetrated through the flourishing leaves on both sides of the road and landed on the ground in a colorful mottled.

As the sunlight fell on the earth, the people did not dare to be idle.

The streets of the capital were already crowded with people, those doing business opened their doors, those looking for work took to the streets, and the elderly brought their grandchildren out to walk around and buy food.

Gradually, the aroma of food, the sound of talking, the laughter of children and so on collide together, turning into a living, living hundred flavors of the picture scroll.

The population of the capital has always been the most densely populated in the world, and in this lively street scene, Chang'an Street is undoubtedly the most lively.

It was even said that today's Chang'an Street was no longer enough to use the word lively to describe it, it was completely filled with people.

The street is full of people, shoulder to shoulder, densely packed with a large black pressure, wearing all colors of clothing. There are old shopkeepers, there are young fellows. There is wearing a long shirt of the scholar, there are short dress of the strength of the people.

In addition to the people there were also the brocade guards, dressed in flying fish uniforms, led by the two chief banners, making those crowded people line up in rows. At the end of the long line were several stores that were about to open.

Nor is it a store, that place is the treasury of the Department of the Household Ministry of the Great Ming Dynasty, which has been temporarily converted into a temporary place for the sale of stamps today.

Today is the day of the sale of stamps of the Great Ming Dynasty, and the merchants and people who got the news flocked here. Some people really want to send letters or deliver goods. Some were really merchants' stewards who wanted to use the court's stagecoaches on the commercial routes, while others came for the stamps handwritten by the emperor's master.

There are also those who simply came to join in the fun, on the wide and straight Chang'an Street, at this moment, there are afraid that there are not ten or twenty thousand people.

"Army master, when to open ah?"

"Oops, the old man belly poop are squeezed out!"

"MMMP, nagging."

Squeeze half a day and not open the door, crowded crowd angry, have a bad temper has begun to curse.

Roadside, the tea house on the second floor of the elegant room, stretched his neck to look down Zhu Yunyun in an instant, heard several dialects.

And below, to maintain order of the general flag officer of the Jinyiwei hate to rush into the crowd, those who curse the mouth of the man blocked, and then whip a few.

But he did not dare to ah, a morning commanding officer of the Lord explained, the emperor old man and Wu Wang Supervisor are above it.

In the elegant room on the second floor, Zhu Chongba held a bowl of freshly brewed large bowl of tea, smiling so much that his eyebrows and wrinkles are tangled together.

"Da Sun, why are there so many people?"

Zhu Yun turned around and laughed, "Imperial grandfather, changing the post station to postal sale of stamps is the first time in history, of course there are more people." Said, slightly bowed and laughed, "grandchildren to grandfather congratulations!"

Zhu Yuanzhang is drinking tea, "what joy?"

"What's good for the country and the people must be written in the history books!" Zhu Yunzhang laughed, "Future generations will be able to remember you as soon as you write a letter!"

"Hehe!" Zhu Yuanzhang laughed out, his face was slightly amused, but then he looked around and was a little disappointed. They were all palace guards, all of them with taut faces as if they were on the verge of an enemy. If there was a courtier here, he could still kiss his ass.

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However, this complacency is only fleeting. Zhu Yuanzhang this person, other people's flattery is to listen to a pleasure, will not take it seriously.

Drinking tea continued to say, "What to leave a name not to leave a name, the scholars write those things do not count, the people get the benefits is true!"

Masters are talking above, below the street clang a gong.

The air suddenly quiet, countless eyes blearily looked at a few removed the door, standing inside ready to sell the court officials.

"Great Ming stamps, the sale begins!"

A fourth-grade Household Ministry Hall official shouted aloud as he stood on the steps in front of the door.

When he finished speaking, he was just about to clear his throat to continue with some official words when he heard a boom.

The crowd rushed over with a whoosh, just like a flood that broke the dike.

Caught off guard, several brocade guards were almost caught in the crowd.

Only to see the crowd surging and rushing to the front of the doorway selling stamps, countless people held up the bright silver coins in their hands and shouted with grim faces.

"Give me stamps!"

"I want a hundred!"

"I want five hundred!"

"Written by the Emperor's old man himself, I'll cover it!"

If it wasn't for the quick hands of the brocade guards in front of the door, that Hall Officer of the Ministry of Households almost let the surging crowd trample him to death.

"Hahaha!" Zhu Yuanzhang laughed out loud on the second floor and said to Zhu Yunzhang, "Good boy, this posse? Catch up with the time when your grandfather led people to rob the grain depot of Great Yuan!"

And Zhu Yunzhang looked at the crowded crowd, the busy sweaty officials, a wave of pride was born in his heart.

"I have made the first step to change this era!"

Daming had countless great potentials, and the postal service was only the first step in tapping that potential.

The masters were upstairs, smiling and looking down the street.

In the line of sight, a fat man stood holding up two ingots of gold dollars and shouted, "I'll take all the handwritten letters from the Emperor's old master!"

"Bah!" Immediately behind someone cursed up, "Want to blind your eyes, adults adults, do not sell this fat man, small people out double, wrapped up!"

"Only your family is rich? Grandpa's family is open satin manor, there is plenty of money!" Another person also shouted, "Three hundred taels a piece, our Zhang family all want!"

Hearing those wealthy merchants shouting from the crowd below, Zhu Yuanzhang looks at Zhu Yunzhang incredulously, "So rich? Our characters are worth that much?"

At this time the Ming silver has just circulated in the private sector on a large scale, things are rare and expensive, in the absence of a large amount of silver influx into China's era, the purchasing power of silver is amazing.

To make an analogy, a small courtyard of three in a prime location in the capital is sold on the market for just eight hundred taels of silver.

Today, a stone of refined rice on the market is almost one hundred and twenty pounds, and the selling price is only about seven money in silver.

A few merchants for the emperor a few words, or model is willing to pay three hundred taels.

The imperial stamps published for sale this time are only one hundred, that is thirty thousand taels.

This was an astronomical figure, no wonder Zhu Yuanzhang was a bit puzzled.

"Imperial grandfather!" Zhu Yunzhang laughed, "This is all because the people love you!"

A thousand wears a thousand, but a horse's ass does not.

With these words, Zhu Yuanzhang smiled again without seeing his teeth.

The old man is happy, Zhu Yunzhang is also happy.

These days, the old man and the acute illness, and catch up with the Yunnan Mu Ying gone, in the palace the whole day without a smile, other people dare not speak loudly.

Older people need to communicate, Zhu Yunxin is also afraid of the old man suffocated again what disease. Just thought of such a way to take the old man out for a walk.

What does Zhu Yuanzhang like most?

His favorite thing on earth was to see the people's days.

"This is still just one part of the capital, our Daming can have plenty of prosperous places!" Zhu Yuanzhang looked at the still bustling, stamp-buying crowd below and said, "Yangzhou, Suzhou and Hangzhou, Luoyang, Jiaxing, Huai'an, Quanzhou ....."

Zhu Yuanzhang, who knows the world like the back of his hand, laughed, "If they all start selling, how lively would it be?"

The crowd on Chang'an Street has not yet dispersed, and more and more people are coming from behind.

The emperor's stamps are limited in number, but other stamps are sold freely.

In these years, everyone has to write letters, this thing is also considered a necessity of life. Besides, even if no one in the family in the field, other people have bought, how can they have the cheek not to buy, it is not expensive, two or three money thing.

The wisdom of the people is infinite, once the number of people, all kinds of subsidiary industries will be more.

Queuing up the side of the crowd, a variety of vendors selling food with a stretcher to rush. In these days, there is no city management, vendors run all over the street.

In no time, the aroma of various foods began to fill the streets.

"Baozi!"

"Big cakes!"

"Donkey meat steamed dumplings!"

"Duck blood soup with sesame biscuits!"

With more people, business was too good to be true, and the vendors were so busy that they were sweating.

Zhu Yunyun and Zhu Yuanzhang came down from the teahouse, seeing this bustling market at the same time another smile.

"Imperial grandfather, why don't we not go back to the palace at noon, my grandson invites you to eat on the street?" Zhu Yunzhang laughed.

"Good!" Zhu Yuanzhang with his hands behind his back, a cloth coat shuffling cloth shoes, just like an old man in an ordinary family, "the dishes in the palace, eat the belly of the bugs are thin!"

Said, nose moving, to Zhu Yun Yun smile, "Alas, donkey meat steamed dumplings taste good!"

Zhu Yun Yun hold the old man, "Let's, we masters walk!"