Daqin: I was heard by Zulong at the beginning

Chapter 183 Not the Emperor's Life, Got the Emperor's Disease

Su Chen has been getting more and more busy recently, and almost spent all the deposits in the two stores just by shopping.

After being busy for several days, I finally took care of all my shops in the food street.

The opening day is just around the corner, and Fusu looks at herself with wolf-like eyes every day.

And as the opening day approaches, the ferocity becomes deeper.

Su Chen truly felt the strength of his apprentice.

Su Chen was drenched in sweat for a few days, and finally, the food court opened.

Prior to this, Fusu had asked people to attract investment everywhere, which was equivalent to a lot of advertisements.

In addition, the two stores had announced the opening of the food street, so Su Chen was not worried that no one would come.

On the opening day, even before dawn, the street was already full of people.

Not for anything else, just to witness the royal sky.

There is no need for Yingzheng to take part in this situation, Fusu will be enough to represent him.

An hour before the auspicious time, there were continuous guards lined up with spears.

All civilians retreated consciously, leaving a wide avenue.

Su Chen took a look and said, "Tsk, he is indeed an ancient prince, and his skills are better than others."

Others walk for half a meter, and the path for Fusu sacrifices is at least 60 meters.

This is not a very wide road. If it is Yingzheng offering sacrifices, the road will be about 150 meters.

As for the reason, the range of the bow and arrow is about 60 meters, and 150 meters can guarantee that no matter where the killer stands, he will not be able to shoot.

The emperor's life is much more precious than the prince's gold, so the prince felt aggrieved and used a 60-meter-wide road.

Even so, there are quite a few imperial troops, from the front of the common people to the middle, there are dozens of floors.

Only a path of about two meters is left in the middle for Fusu to use for the stage.

There were already many sacrifices placed on the altar, and from Su Chen's point of view, they were all hard food.

It is also very big and not something that ordinary people would dare to eat.

The entire sacrificial process is very lengthy, requiring rituals, music, and poetry.

Su Chen looked at the musical instruments above, few of which he could name.

He recalled a set of chimes unearthed by later generations.

Maybe he can buy a few musical instruments and bury them, maybe later generations can dig them out and learn them.

Just as he was thinking wildly, the prelude to the sacrifice finally came to an end, and it was Fusu's turn.

Fusu washed his hands with jade pens as usual, and an attendant followed him with a plate.

After washing his hands, Fusu began to play to the sky.

At this time, ritual music started playing, and Fusu sang and played.

Su Chen listened, it really sounded a little nice.

The pronunciation of people at this time was very different from that of later generations. If he hadn't automatically had speech recognition when he came here, and his own words would have automatically been converted to the pronunciation of Da Qin people.

Otherwise, it may be difficult for him to communicate with people of this era.

After all, most of the ligatures are unreasonable.

Su Chen was almost obsessed with what she heard.

Even if people don't understand each other through words, they can communicate through music.

After Fusu finished playing, he took all the officials around him to pray to heaven several more times.

Sacrifice is almost the same.

Su Chen endured boredom and kept following the movements of everyone.

After more than two hours, the sacrifice finally ended.

And at this time, it was around seven or eight o'clock in the morning, and the sun had just come out not long ago.

Su Chen felt that the emperor was as miserable as the office workers.

Although you can go to bed early, you must get up early. For example, to go to court, you have to get up at three o'clock.

The same goes for office workers who stay up until one or two in the morning.

Anyway, it's not a long life.

Which emperor lived longer?No, neither.

Thinking about it this way, office workers in later generations can actually show off:
Although I work overtime, I have the emperor's life!

So the bad old man was not bad at all when he was young, and he was right:

Who doesn't have an invisible yellow robe now?
Leaving from the avenue, Fusu returned directly to the palace to report.

But the other ministers didn't use it, and moved from the avenue to the food street according to the procedure.

The minister was in front, and some of the Imperial Guards who did not follow Fusu followed behind.

Behind them are the crowd of onlookers, standing on their feet and craning their necks to look forward.

Want to see where the adults have gone?What did you see?
Until they also reached the food street, they completely ignored the minister.

What does this store sell?Why is it so fragrant?
It looks lavish, so it's called "Yuelai Restaurant"?
The royal family is so powerful that they dare to build a building even if they sell a piece of wine.

They had to be surprised, after all, Daqin couldn't build buildings for no special reason.

What's more, it's still a shop building. Unless it's Ying Zheng's own son, this building can't be built.

There are also many people who secretly despise:

"Ying Zheng is indeed a rough and reckless man, and he still does such dirty things."

"That's right, Zhou Li was completely ruined, and he even opened a restaurant to get involved in such mundane things!"

"Courtesy cannot be discarded! Courtesy cannot be discarded! Is Ying Zheng going against the sky!"

These words reached Su Chen's ears, and Su Chen was shocked again.

No wonder Fusu insisted that the food street be called royal.

Otherwise, I might be drowned in saliva before the food street is built.

Ying Zheng didn't even need to do anything.

A good apprentice is really a good apprentice, and my distress was not in vain.

Now it is Yingzheng who bears these reputations, but Yingzheng doesn't have to worry about the censor hitting the post.

Whoever opposes will fill up the treasury for the emperor.

One sentence solves all problems.

As for the voices Su Chen heard, it was not a problem at all.

Do they dare to say it in front of the emperor?It's not all for mouthfeeling.

Of course, it is mouth-watering because the food street was built by the emperor.

If it was built by Su Chen, their mouth-watering addiction would be full of righteous indignation and all kinds of opposition.

Now they talk and watch and smell.

This is a noodle shop?What's the difference between this and the one with glutinous rice noodles?
A group of people looked around the notice at the door: dumplings, flag flower noodles, pulled noodles, pulled noodles, knife-cut noodles
I know all the words, but why haven't I seen this side?

Smell the smell of this store again, it is quite fragrant.

There were attendants at the door of the store to welcome them, and a few people went in.

Someone started it, and immediately more people followed.

As soon as I entered, I found out that there are samples of every kind of food, which can be seen and smelled.

If you feel delicious, you can order it yourself.

There were others on the street following the main force.

They saw several restaurants.

The notice reads: boiled pork slices, fish with pickled cabbage, pork ribs with salt and pepper, braised pork
Just looking at it made me drool, and it successfully attracted a group of customers.

Going further inside the house is a little bit worse, but there is not much to eat.

Some people grilled gluten and fish on the spot, while others sold meat buns, steamed buns, steamed buns, and fried dough sticks on the spot.

Thirsty?It doesn't matter, there are stalls selling cold fish and tea.

It's cheap and thirst-quenching, and many people feel like they're holding on to the wall from beginning to end.

Officials and ordinary people behave the same when it comes to supporting themselves.

The same stomach, the same wall.

Food is really the number one magic weapon to eliminate class.

(End of this chapter)