In the blink of an eye, three days passed.

The condolences are basically over now. Apart from some daily ceremonies, many ministers no longer have to pay their respects every day.

After all, the entire Ming Dynasty still needs to function, and most of the civil and military officials can just pay tribute after get off work.

Not to mention the death of the crown prince, even if the emperor passed away, it would not take too long.

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"Boss, it's almost half an hour and no one has come to buy breakfast. Did we set the price too high?"

Uncle Zhang looked at the excitement outside the door, but saw no customers coming in to buy anything, and his face looked anxious.

After some renovations, the teahouse finally opened today.

Probably because breakfast is more expensive in the teahouse, there have been many people coming to watch the fun since it opened in the morning, but no one actually comes to buy and taste the food.

Zhang Bo feels that the most important issue is price.

Other people’s steamed buns only cost one penny each. This is the market price in Nanjing, and it’s the same no matter where you go.

But the owner of his own teahouse priced the steamed buns at three cents each, which is three times more expensive than others.

As for other items such as flatbreads, meat buns, etc., they are several times more expensive.

The key is that the boss also ordered someone to write the price and post it on the door.

This is what led to the current scene, and many colleagues in the teahouse even came to watch the fun.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Those people outside are not our target guests. It's still early, let them fly for a while."

The second floor of the teahouse has an excellent view and you can see the scene on the street downstairs.

Zhu Ying looked calm, not in the least anxious, and spoke casually. He was clearly confident about the current situation.

Hearing this, Zhang Bo looked anxious, but he could only force himself to suppress his temper.

The entrance of the teahouse became increasingly lively, with more and more people gathering and all kinds of discussions could be heard upstairs.

"Three cents a piece of steamed bun, bah, what kind of black-hearted vendor is this."

"He's really crazy about money. He even dares to sell steamed buns for three cents."

"That's not all. Look at that spicy soup. It's 20 cents a bowl. What's in it? Ginseng."

"I think this teahouse will have to close its doors to customers today."

"Whose prodigal son is this, to have done something like this? He has such a good position, but he doesn't feel bad selling his father's land."

Hearing the discussions outside, Zhang Bo's face suddenly turned red and he said immediately, "Boss, I'll get someone to drive them away."

Zhu Ying was speechless. How could they chase people away when they were opening a business? This was the capital. It could only be said that the Jurchens were really reckless.

"No need, just wait and see, the time is probably about right now."

Zhu Ying looked at the sky and said calmly.

At this time, the grocery shopping maids, servants, housekeepers and the like from the wealthy and noble families should also come out.

Zhu Ying never intended to do business with ordinary people.

Originally, he opened this teahouse as a temporary measure. After Zhu Gaochi contacted the Armory and the Crown Prince's issue was over, he would leave.

The bustle outside the teahouse soon attracted more people to watch.

A man who looked like a butler from a noble family walked directly to the entrance of the teahouse.

"I want to try and see what the difference is between your three-cent steamed buns and other steamed buns."

After saying this, the butler took out three copper coins and handed them over.

The servant also hurriedly brought over a snow-white steamed bun.

'So white and so soft.'

As soon as the butler took it in his hand, he found that the steamed bun really had something in it. It was white and tender in color, and was obviously made of fine flour.

It is extremely soft in the hand, not at all like other steamed buns that are dry and hard.

The butler did not hesitate and took a bite of the bun.

As soon as he put it in his mouth, the butler's eyes changed.

The smell was completely beyond his expectations, a light fragrance, like the body odor of a young girl.

And that touch of softness was something he had never heard of before.

The butler chewed slowly, carefully feeling the unique big white steamed bun, and even tasted a hint of sweetness.

There is no astringency or hardness at all.

The next moment, the housekeeper couldn't bear it any longer and swallowed the big white steamed bun in his hand in a few bites.

This big white steamed bun looks big, but it’s gone in just a few bites.

The butler had never tasted such a refined steamed bun before. It did not require much effort to chew and seemed to melt in the mouth.

He has worked his way up to the position of butler. He is now over fifty years old and has lost many of his teeth, making it extremely inconvenient for him to eat.

Every meal was a torture for him.

But this big, snow-white and shiny steamed bun made him feel the joy of eating again.

"How many steamed buns do you have? I want them all."

After the butler finished eating, he said impatiently that it was just a steamed bun, but the taste was something he would never forget.

The emergence of this kind of food brought a dimensionality reduction attack to all food in the entire Ming Dynasty.

The salesman said hesitantly, "There are still 500 left. Are you sure you want all of them?"

"Well……"

The housekeeper was stuck in his tracks. Five hundred steamed buns, three coins each, would be one thousand five hundred coins.

It is equivalent to 1.5 taels of silver. If you use Ming Baochao, you will need three strings of money.

Even if he was the steward of a noble family in the capital, he would only earn a dozen strings of cash a year, and three strings of cash were equivalent to two or three months' salary.

"Then give me ten first."

"Okay."

Seeing the butler hurriedly leaving with ten steamed buns, the crowd watching around suddenly became excited.

"I'm afraid this isn't a teahouse agent. This is too fake."

"You need to find a better actor. If they take this away, they are in cahoots with the teahouse."

"I think so too. They saw that there was no business, so they looked for someone to support them."

Many onlookers who saw this scene still didn't believe it and always felt that it was a scam.

However, the butler just now was somewhat famous in the circle of common people in the capital, and some servants, maids and housekeepers of wealthy families were also familiar to him.

'It doesn't seem fake.'

Suddenly, several more people went over to test.

Just one bite and their taste buds were immediately captured, and they immediately understood why the butler took the steamed buns and left.

This is an offering of food to the adults in the family.

This time, the few people who were trying it out bought a batch without hesitation and left immediately.

The crowd watching immediately noticed something was wrong.

I didn’t know many of the butler just now, but I knew a lot of the new group.

All of a sudden, more and more people came, and the smell spread quickly.

But the difference was just a dozen breaths, and when someone described the taste.

The entrance of the teahouse was immediately surrounded by crowds of people.

"Queue up, queue up, there's plenty in the store, everyone line up." Immediately four or five waiters came forward to ask for order. Another four or five waiters were trying their best to meet the customers' purchasing needs.

These dozen or so servants were all prepared by Zhu Ying long ago.

"Boss, it's distributed. It's distributed. There are at least hundreds of people here. I don't know if the number we prepared is enough."

Uncle Zhang said excitedly.

"It's just something to be expected. Okay, go down and lend a hand. Don't let the crowd disrupt the rules." Zhu Ying said calmly.

From having few visitors before to being crowded with guests now, Zhu Ying was not at all surprised. Everything was under his control.

Far down the street, a leader of the Jinyiwei, wearing a goose hat and brocade clothes, saw this lively scene and couldn't help but come over to check it out.

All matters big and small in the capital were clearly controlled by the Jinyiwei, both openly and covertly.

Now that this crowd has gathered, we naturally need to find out the reason.

If there is a big incident and the higher-ups ask about it, but the area under your jurisdiction is not aware of it, then you would be derelict in your duty.

The Jinyiwei these days are not as reckless as they were in the middle and late Ming Dynasty. They are still relatively responsible in doing things.