There were too many merchants coming, and they could not be placed in the city, and most of them set up camp outside the city. Only those big families, or those who had various contacts with Khitan officials, entered the inner city inn and settled in until the afternoon.

When merchants from all walks of life who had been sleeping in the open for several days flocked to the city, the first thing they did was to find various restaurants to fill their stomachs.

Feng Yuan and the other two sat at the door of their own store, looking at the noodle shop opposite with people, many of which could not understand. The five servants in the noodle shop kept bringing food out of them without touching the ground.

The owner of the noodle shop learned the skills of the craftsmanship from Yingtianwu, and simplified version of the cutter noodles. This way of eating was brought by Du Zhongxiao, but like many of his memories, he only remembered a rough idea, and the details were thought of by everyone. The biggest advantage of this kind of food is fast. A huge iron pot with the coal fire underneath, surrounding three masters, and chopping noodles inside. After the noodles are cooked, there is only one topping, which is lamb bone soup, with a few large pieces of cooked mutton, decorated with spring leeks and mung bean sprouts, which is fragrant.

On the grassland, pasta is extremely precious, and the leaders may not eat it several times a year. The merchants who came this time have mixed up with many small leaders of the grassland tribe. The pasta is cheap for them and is a rare thing they have never eaten before. After entering the city, they rushed to various noodle stalls and ordered a large bowl of noodles, and each of them had a lot of fun to eat. The hard work of this kind disappeared with this big bowl of noodles.

However, wine is not allowed in the city. They are all from volcanic soldiers. There is no ban on alcohol, and anyone can sell it wholesale. All restaurants in the city sell wine without exception. The foreigners are addicted to alcohol, and almost no one has a big bowl in front of them, eating noodles while drinking.

Wei Baro looked straight and said to Feng Yuan: "We are not good at it! What kind of wool is collected? If you open a restaurant like the other side, wouldn't you be on the spot to collect money? These businesses are not skilled, the ingredients are simple, but the transactions are so popular!"

Feng Yuan didn't say anything and sighed secretly in his heart. He still believed that Du Zhongxiao would definitely be a good business in the future, but it seemed that there was nothing more profitable than running a catering industry. The business was not very expensive and the business was good, just like picking up money.

Lu Xingyuan, who was on the other side, said, "Brother, don't be envious just by looking at the good business there. There are all kinds of customers in the restaurant, and there will be troubles every day. How can we bear those troubles? As long as the volcanic army starts to collect wool, our good days will come."

Wei Baro shook his head: "What's the trouble? I'll pay the money and sit down for a meal. I think this business is the best."

Before he finished speaking, a diner on the table opposite jumped up from the stool. He pulled out his sword and pointed at the servant and said sternly: "That's the splashing talent, isn't it because I bully me, the foreigners have no knowledge? I won't accept this, nor will I accept that. I will use the white knife with you and the red knife!"

The servant was clever, and Liu Liu rushed to the back of the pillar behind him, stretched out his head and said, "You are so unreasonable. The big sign at the entrance of our store says that you only collect cash, but not the rest. This is the rule set by the city. Who dares to violate it! If you throw a stone out, what is the Hotan Meiyu? Who knows the authenticity? If I accept it, how will the master explain it?"

The diner was furious when he heard this, and was about to rush forward with a knife, but was held tightly by his companions. How could Tanglong Town not be prepared in advance during this chaos? There were so many soldiers patrolling the streets, and a team of people would come over in a while. How dare you make trouble casually?

Lu Xingyuan looked across from him and said to Wei Balang: "See? Do you do restaurant business, how can you lose such things every day?"

Wei Balang was stunned. He forgot that the Fans who came to Tanglong Town had no cash on people. The copper coins were heavy, so who would carry them? Instead of bringing copper coins, it would be better to bring some light goods.

While there was a big deal in the restaurant, a team of ten soldiers came up on the street. The first team of people who were in a good manner said slowly: "Who in Tanglong Town dares to make trouble? He uses a knife and a gun, but he doesn't want to survive anymore! - The grace of the city lord, I think you businessmen have come from afar, and there are many people who don't carry cash. There are many inconveniences in the city. You can lend you money to you. Each person can borrow 100 yuan a day, and the interest is only counted, and the interest is not calculated separately. Those who need cash can use it with the public account of entering the city to borrow money."

As soon as these words were said, the diners were in an uproar. There were quite a few people who did not have cash on them, and many people were waiting. The people in front of them had a result. However, they didn't expect that Tanglong Town had this trick, and borrowed directly.

Ultimate among Dangxiang people is prevalent and is more prevalent than in the Central Plains. Most people’s first reaction when they hear about lending is to calculate whether the interest is cost-effective, rather than whether there is any problem with borrowing. One hundred papers a day will double in less than two months. It sounds quite a lot, but for short-term lending, the interest is still acceptable. Such small-scale lending cannot be borrowed easily.

At that time, five or six merchants took the public notices issued when they entered the city and went to the team to borrow money. Each of the ten soldiers had a large bag, filled with new iron coins, all of which were exchanged one by one with copper coins. It was explained that it was common in Tanglong Town, and the amount was not large. The merchants had no objection, and they signed and stamped each, and each received a hundred iron coins.

A large bowl of noodles was twenty cents, a bowl of ten cents of strong wine, and I paid the money for the meal, and I had the remaining money to wander around. Someone started, and diners with no cash on them went to the team to borrow money, and their business was booming for a while.

Wei Baro couldn't help but be stunned and murmured: "This business is better than a restaurant."

Lu Xingyuan smiled and said, "But only the government can do this business. They borrow money from public quotations, so they are not afraid of not being able to collect it. Besides, which one has such a large capital? Only the yamen have great courage."

The soldiers sent cash in time, and the conflict resolved invisibly, and everyone was happy.

It was approaching evening, and Tanglong Town became more and more lively. After opening a store for these days, he finally came to business and held his breath and wanted to make back the money from these days. After several hard days, the merchants from afar finally had enough wine and food, and were in a good mood, and originally wanted to spend money.

The news that Tanglong Town wants to be a trade place has long been spread, but it is remote here. There are not many businesses with capital, and many people are not confident about the prospects. There are not many shops in the city. What supports the business atmosphere is the shops under the Volcano Military Office. Large restaurants and shops have supervisors and small stalls are mostly public servants in the yamen, which seems very lively for a while.

The little prince who was furious on the road finally did not fall behind and entered the city first. After a walk around the city, he was a little disappointed and said to the two merchants who were following him: "It's a pity that the city lord here comes to his home, but he is different from my sect. Our Wang family used to be in a very glorious place. It's a pity that the thieves in the western border were rampant, breaking the Fengzhou in the south and forcing the Wang family to move far away. It's hard for me to find a relative."

The Tibetan clan has hundreds of thousands of tents, which are widely distributed within nearly a thousand miles of Prefecture to Fengzhou, Khitan. Although the same surname is king, it may not necessarily be the same clan. The surnames of the foreign people are from all kinds of families, especially the Han surnames, but there is no saying that the Han people were a family five hundred years ago. The two merchants had to rely on the little prince to do business, but they were just a pity, so they dare not tell this matter.

It was too late and Ren Ze, a businessman trusted by the little prince, said: "It's getting late. Little prince, should we eat a bowl of noodles, drink a bowl of wine, and go to rest early? It was said that trade began on the day, and we need to accumulate energy."

The little prince snorted coldly: "Are you stupid? A bowl of noodles costs twenty cents, and a bowl of wine costs ten cents. How do you eat in those restaurants? I have to eat mutton, but there are not many in my tribe! I saw that there are wine sellers not far from the yamen, and only one hundred cents a jar, so I was afraid there would be dozens of bowls. Let's buy a jar and take it back to the tent to eat, saving money and happiness!"

Ren Ze was helpless and said, "You can buy wine and eat it. What should I do if I eat it?"

The little prince said: "There are no stand-alone foods sold on the streets over there. You can wrap lotus leaves and take them back. There are fish and meat, which is not much better than noodles!"

A jar of wine costs five pounds, and a pound of twenty cents. The ones sold in the store are actually not much different. Besides, most of the people in the foreigners do not calculate such detailed accounts, and they use wine and rice in the store. This little prince calculates it carefully and is already rare among the people.

Lishi is a fast food in later generations. It is common in big cities like Kaifeng, but it is rare in remote places here. However, foreigners are not used to it. They mostly buy some from here after a meal, as snacks or midnight snacks.

The most conspicuous thing on the stall is all kinds of fried goods. From twisted buns, fried dough sticks, to fried fish and meat, there are many varieties. They look good, and the golden ones are extremely attractive. Especially for the oil-deficient nomadic tribes, it is more attractive. Of course, the most important reason is that they are stored for a long time after frying, unlike other foods that break quickly. The more the quantity, the more economical it is to use oil, and it is more cost-effective than making other foods.

The little prince pointed to the fried fish pieces on the stall and signaled to Ren Ze, saying to him: "Did you see, there are good fish here? How many times have you eaten in the tribe before? Let's go back for two pounds and eat them happily!"

The price of fish in this area is extremely cheap. Ren Ze went up and asked, "It costs five cents a lot, and Huanhuan bought thirty cents." He picked up some pickles and bought some. When he wanted to buy mutton, the little prince was unwilling. He raised countless sheep at home, so why did he eat it here?

Looking left and right, I saw a large piece of leg flesh in the middle of the stall, with bright red color, crispy and rich oil, so I asked Ren Ze what it was.

The servant selling the goods said, "This is the best fat pig, the best leg meat, the carefully made hoof thighs, one for two hundred people."

Ren Ze was startled: "It's all meat, how expensive?"

The servant smiled and said, "The guest was joking. There were fat sheep all over the mountains, but pigs were rare. Of course, this price is required."

Ren Ze shook his head, thinking that the little prince would think it was expensive, so he stopped asking more and continued to look at other foods.
Chapter completed!