Two merchants behind the black husband were discussing the Qin King's attack on Yan.

But I heard someone ask: "What does the king's manifesto on the attack on Yan?"

Another answered: "The king said, 'The King of Yan was in chaos, and his prince Dan ordered Jing Ke to be a thief. He ordered the soldiers and officials to kill him. The country would be destroyed!' Now, I am afraid that the army has arrived in Zhao and even passed through Yishui."

The first merchant said worriedly: "Whenever the army is raised, we will give priority to recruit son-in-law and other bitches in the city to join the army. Will we also be summoned to transport grain? I heard that Yan State is bitter and cold, and there will be rain and snow in August and September. In this winter, when we travel thousands of miles north, I am afraid that many people will die of freezing..."

Another comforted him and said, "I heard from the people in Jiangling City that the prefect of Nanjun only recruited capable and veteran soldiers from all counties to go to the Qin and Chu border to guard the attack on Yan. The matter of attacking Yan should not involve Nanjun, after all, it is too far away..."

This is probably a businessman who ran errands to transport goods for the Qin government. He traveled around the world and was well-informed and had much more knowledgeable news than those of ordinary people like Ji Ying who heard about it.

However, what they talked about later was mostly about the prices in various places and the gossip of the gossip of the rural households in Yan State. When travelers stayed, they would let women sleep with them. While talking, they also made vulgar laughter... The black husband on the side was stunned. The people of the imperial capital were so hospitable!

After a while, the two merchants hurried away after finishing their meal, leaving only the black man thinking.

As he expected, as the follow-up to Jing Ke's assassination of the King of Qin, the Qin King Ying Zheng, who had a strong revenge mentality, did send troops to attack Yan!

At the same time, Heifu also realized that he had miscalculated something: Since Qin State takes October as the beginning of the year, today is the first day of the Lunar New Year, doesn’t that mean that it is now the 21st year of the Qin King’s rule?

If he remembered correctly, in history, the Qin King Zheng defeated Yan in 21 years and destroyed Wei in 22 years. Later, he would attack Chu...

"There are two years left, and my time is missing for no reason!"

Heifu cursed inwardly, feeling a hint of urgency. After drinking the meat porridge in a few sips, he wiped his mouth and called Ji Ying, "Let's go, now go to the Nanmen School to report, so that you can save too many dreams."

"Ah? Go now? I still want to go to Nulu for a walk..."

Ji Ying was still a little unsatisfied. Nu Lu was the brothel of this era. This is a typical small peasant idea. He thought about being full and warm. He had a thousand handfuls of money in his pocket, so he wanted to be corrupt.

He also asked Heifu to go with him with him with a smile, because he was probably still a young man at his age.

Heifu was not interested in women in that kind of place. When he was intern in his previous life, he participated in the anti-pornography and was impressed by the ugly scene. So he was very disgusted by this kind of thing. He immediately said, "I heard that the girl's nest often spends hundreds of dollars a night. If you can't use it two or three times, you will spend a penny left! It's better to keep the money home and get married."

Ji Ying settled the bill and it was indeed a good deal to marry a wife, so she stood up in disappointment. Before he knew it, he had begun to follow the leader of the black husband. Although he was older, he was obviously older.

Perhaps out of shame, at the time of checkout, Ji Ying forced himself to pay from his pocket, handed over twenty and a half taels to the owner, and invited the black husband to eat the meal. On weekdays, their food alone was worth at most three or four cents, which was considered a huge sum of money today.

The owner took the money but did not put it in his arms. Instead, in front of Heifu and Ji Ying, he put the twenty cents into the pottery that all the guests could see. For a moment, there was a jingle sound, and a lot of money was already placed inside.

It turns out that this thing is called "Xiàng", which is a piggy bank in later generations. Because this restaurant is a "state-owned hotel", all income will belong to the public, and the owner dare not fill his pockets because it will be fined one-piece. The correct operation is to put the money in the piggy bank in front of the guests, and wait until the end of the day, and the officials will count the income.

Heifu thought to himself that he had seen it again. The two of them left the restaurant and walked slowly towards the south gate. It was afternoon, and the sun was about to set and the wind was blowing. Heifu, who was wearing thin clothes, couldn't help but tremble.

"Brother Black Husband, it's cold." Ji Ying had already put on a thick winter clothes and said with a smile: "It's winter now, why are you still wearing summer clothes?"

Yes, it is already winter now, but Heifu left home in a hurry. The winter clothes his mother sewed for him had not been completed yet. The eldest brother said that he would bring them in person a few days. The thin clothes on his body were tanned by wind, rain and sun, and it was simply "the cloth quilt was as cold as iron for many years."

Besides, although the clothes my mother sewed were warm no matter how she wore them, Heifu, who loved to be clean in his previous life, was not used to wearing one piece of clothing for a few months. On the way to the Nanmen Schoolyard, they passed the market, Heifu asked Ji Ying to go in and shop, intending to buy some clothes for himself.

...

The market in Qin State was not a street that was imagined by later generations, with stalls on both sides sold casually, but a closed place, similar to the vegetable market in later generations, surrounded by market walls.

"See the high-rise flagpole?"

Ji Ying came to the county town and introduced: "That is the city flag, which stands inside the city pavilion. Every morning, all the vendors who come to trade are waiting outside the city gate. Only when the city flag is raised can they enter one by one.

The officials who manage the market are at the city pavilion. All vendors who come to the market to trade must check their documents and goods, and stamp them before they can do business.

After entering the city gate, the whole market was full of hawking sounds. The first thing that caught my eye was all kinds of food. Now it is the season when food is abundant after the autumn harvest. Many farmers near the county towns sold extra beans, wheat, and some cloth and money.

In addition, there are agricultural utensils such as plows, hoes, thugs, and sickles; there are those who sell lacquerware and pottery, but most of them are daily utensils, and few luxury goods with exquisite workmanship are available.

Most of the people wandering in the market were civilians, including women carrying bamboo baskets, thorn hairpins and skirts; there were also short brown coarse cloth and several patches on their clothes; there were also children who were laughing and playing and running by, with dirty faces on their faces... and intertwined and very lively.

Heifu soon found what he wanted, and they stopped in front of several stalls, where raw silk, knitted winter clothes and shoes were sold.

Faced with the warm greetings from these shop owners, Heifu hesitated a little and didn't know what to make. In his previous life, what he hated the most was bargaining. Even though he stammered, he found that the boss still smiled meaningfully after he left. Yes, he was slaughtered again...

Fortunately, when Qin buys things, there is no need to bargain!

Because the Qin State stipulated in the "Golden Bu Law" that the market transactions should be marked with wooden labels separately; unless each item is worth less than one yuan, there is no need to sign... If the merchant deliberately raises the price and deceives the buyer, once it is confirmed, he will be severely fined by the municipal officials. So here, you cannot see a merchant shouting "998 per item" with an unknown goods.

It can also be regarded as the consumer rights protection law of this era. It is simply a blessing for a straight man like Heifu.

Finally, after comparing the shops, Heifu bought a thick winter clothes of good quality for 150 yuan, so he could survive this winter without air conditioning and heating and no kang. After all, he is from the south, and he has to rely on integrity during the winter. In addition, he bought a close-fitting single clothes for 75 yuan, a low skirt for 50 yuan, and two pairs of coarse cloth shoes for 50 yuan, and immediately put them on his feet - along the way, his straw sandals were already damaged and his feet were about to step on the ground!

There were a few of the money that the black husband gave to the vendor, but the vendor just frowned and still reluctantly took it. It turned out that it was the "Golden Bu Law" that the exchange used coins, whether good or bad, are mixed, and are not allowed to be picked and selected!

It seems that like later generations, it is impossible for sellers to refuse to accept RMB. Only when the government is strong enough can such an order be issued.

After taking the clothes, the black man was about to turn around and leave when the vendor who sold clothes hurriedly chased after him and shouted: "This man, you forgot to get the coupon!"

“Certificate?”

Hef was stunned. What coupon? Coupon? Discount coupon?

"The official was joking, of course it was a coupon."

After the vendor stuffed a small jagged wooden block on the edge into his hand, Heifu looked at the words written on it, and then he suddenly realized.

"I think it's a shopping receipt!!!"

It turns out that in Qin, any transactions with more than one hundred yuan are required to give coupons. As the saying goes, "Those who don't have coupons are trustworthy." After the transaction is reached, the seller must write down the transaction items on the wooden board, and then saw them in half, and the buyer and seller each hold half.

If the amount of money is wrong, or there is a problem with the goods, you can use it as a voucher to replace the goods or sue. Of course, it is only on the same day and expires are not counted. If the amount of goods, money and coupons sold by the merchant does not match, they will also be punished by the market officials. Of course, if someone with ulterior motives wants to cheat this, don’t forget the unique "false accusation" of Qin.

"I've seen it again!"

After Heifu put the shopping receipt in his pocket, he sighed for some time.

No matter what the Qin State does, it must write a coupon as a certificate: it must be written for paying rent and taxes, it must be written for grain to enter the warehouse, the judge must write for answering questions from the people, and the market transactions must be written for... And there is a law that enforces one, and each party holds one copy, which has become a tacit habit. Look around, if there are more than one hundred yuan transactions, even the illiterate civilians will take the initiative to ask the store for coupons.

Isn’t this very similar to the “unique contract spirit of the West” that some scholars in later generations have been bragging for many years? It’s really terrifying to think about it. Those who yell “The Chinese have not had a spirit of contract since ancient times!” should really wear it back and take a look.

With this feeling, Heifu turned around and looked at the bustling market, his face was heavy and thoughtful. After a moment, he suddenly said, "I understand!"

Ji Ying was squatting in a stall selling scabbard and looked around. When he heard the black husband shouting, he quickly turned around. "What do you understand?"

Heifu said happily: "Shang Jun must have been slaughtered by a profiteer back then!"
Chapter completed!