The blessing ceremony of the Moon Worship Festival does not begin until the moon is high at night, but the festival celebrations start from early in the morning.
Early in the morning, the house where Wei Yunlan and his party were staying became lively. Every household took out homemade snacks and gave them to their neighbors.
If there are elderly people in the family, people will visit them from time to time and give them holiday gifts.
Mi Zhu's parents-in-law next door are the oldest people in the nearby house. Their house has been visited by guests since early morning.
"He's not even sixty yet, and he's considered the oldest person here?" Chen Yan and Wang Lu were a little surprised when they saw the endless stream of guests coming to the neighboring house through the crack in the window.
It’s not that sixty years old is not old.
Even in Dayong, this is considered longevity, but it is far from being "rare".
Just like in Beijing, there are always several elderly people over 60 years old on a street, and some old ladies from powerful families. Not to mention 60 years old, there are also many who have lived to 80 years old like Prince Shahe.
"Isn't sixty considered old age?" Sang Ji looked at Chen Yan and Wang Lu with some surprise.
It seemed puzzled how they could raise such a question.
"Sangji, what's the average life expectancy of people here?" Wei Yunlan suddenly asked.
Sang Ji thought for a moment and answered uncertainly, "Few people can live to be sixty. Most of them have their children grow up and their parents are gone. It is rare to have three generations living under one roof."
In other words, the life expectancy of the people of Mosan Kingdom is mostly around 30 or 40 years old, and it is rare to live beyond 50.
This is much shorter than the lifespan of the people in Dayong.
Except for some really poor places where people can't get enough food, the life expectancy of the people in Dayong is at least ten years longer than that of the people in Mosan.
Thinking of this, Wei Yunlan couldn't help but feel a little dazed.
The Prince Shahe's Mansion used the blood of the black-haired, black-eyed man to prolong Prince Shahe's life. Perhaps this was also the reason.
The Rakshasa people who look similar to the people of Dayong are most likely to have a lifespan similar to that of the people of Dayong, which is much longer than that of the people here!
The sun gradually rose.
As usual, there were fewer people walking around the city during the day, and the visitors to Mi Zhu's house next door, who had been coming in an endless stream all morning, finally stopped.
"Let's go now."
Wei Yunlan and his group quietly climbed out through the rear window.
The troops were divided into two groups, and one group went straight to the Sanghua Inn in the west of the city to inquire about the situation of the caravans from various countries.
The other route was to stay temporarily in a firewood house in the backyard of a tofu shop near the west city gate.
That was the point they had been "stepping on" for two days. The tofu shop only opened in the second half of the night. After all the tofu was sold out in the early morning, the gate would be locked and no one would be left in the yard.
Climbing over the firewood shed in the backyard is the base of the west city wall, less than a hundred steps away from the nearest sentry post.
Chen Yan took Suihe there first.
The remaining Wei Yunlan and a few others quietly came to the back door of Sanghua Inn.
This is indeed the largest inn in Shahe City. The main buildings are much more imposing than other houses around it, and are only slightly shorter than the Prince Shahe's Palace in the center of Shahe City.
The north of the city was much quieter at this time than in the early morning, but the Sanghua Inn was still bustling.
The street in front of the inn was swept very clean, while the back street was crowded with stalls that had just been removed from the market.
Everything is for sale, and people come out from the back door of the inn from time to time.
As soon as they saw these people, the vendors started shouting.
Most of what they sell are mulberry wine, dried moissanite, and llama cheese, which are products produced in abundance in Moissanite.
Wei Yunlan and a few others also wore headscarves and set up a stall in the corner. On the stall were several cans of cheese bought from the market two days ago and several packages of dried meat wrapped in oil paper.
Sangji stood in front of the stall, occasionally shouting like the others, blending in among so many stalls without attracting any attention.
The stall next to them happened to be selling mulberry wine and dried moss flowers.
There was no business coming, so the two stall owners were chatting there.
The one selling dried moissanite flowers only had two baskets on his stall, and he looked a little confused. "Why are you all rushing here even though the market is over? Today is a festival, and we have to stay up all night. Why don't you go home and rest early?"
"You don't know?" The man selling mulberry wine was obviously well prepared, with rows of jars on the stall. He was a little surprised to hear the person next to him asking this.
"Early this morning, news came from the Sanghua Inn that many caravans were leaving before sunset. If we don't sell more goods now, we don't know how many days it will take for the next caravan to come."
As the stall owner was talking, he saw someone coming out from behind the inn, and he shouted loudly again, then said to the person next to him: "If I can sell dozens more jars of wine at once, what's the harm in sleeping one day less?"
"You have to know that the caravans staying at the Sanghua Inn are the most wealthy. If they think the goods are good and are satisfied with the purchases, they will give a lot of money as a reward."
There was little competition between the two stalls, so the stall owner selling mulberry wine smiled and whispered, "I'm not afraid to let you know that the last time a caravan from Qimeng bought thirty jars of mulberry wine from me, they gave me two extra gold beans in addition to the money for the wine."
"Golden beans?" The stall owner selling dried mosang flowers widened his eyes in surprise.
"Yes, golden beans." The vendor selling mulberry wine said with a bit of pride in his tone.
He deliberately did not lower his voice, obviously wanting to let the people who had just walked out of the back door of the inn know that the mulberry wine on his stall was the best.
Even the merchants from the Qimeng Kingdom took a fancy to it. Not only did they buy a lot of it at once, they also gave a lot of extra silver as a reward.
As soon as he finished speaking, several vendors selling mulberry wine not far away glared at him.
It’s a pity that the few people who had just come out of the inn were not looking for drinks. After looking around for a while, they walked towards a stall selling fresh meat.
The stall had mutton, horse meat, and beef.
In the Kingdom of Mosan, beef is not prohibited from being sold privately like in Dayong. Instead, it is more common than pork.
The merchants, wearing turbans, with beards and darker skin than the Mozang people, looked at the stall, selected a few pieces of beef and were about to turn around.
At this time, the stall owner who was selling mulberry wine not far from Wei Yunlan and the others shouted again, "Superb mulberry wine, the nobles of Qimeng will be rewarded with golden beans for drinking it. If it doesn't taste good, you don't have to pay for it!"
After hearing this, the merchants paused slightly, but did not turn around. They just glanced over here and hurried back to the inn with the beef.
The stall owner shouted again, but failed to persuade them to turn around.
Just when the stall owner finally gave up and stopped shouting, a voice with a strange tone sounded beside him.
I imitated his previous tone and said, "Mulberry wine!"
"Golden beans!"
"It doesn't taste good, so I don't want any money!"
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