Cui Xian was not very interested in meat buns.
He was more interested in the Nanyang County where he was about to go.
After traveling through time and space for so many days, he has been staying in the remote Hexi Village. This is the first time he has walked out of the village.
About an hour and a half later, the ox cart arrived at Nanyang County.
Cui Xian looked at the ancient city gate in front of him and the bustling crowd coming and going, and was reluctant to take his eyes away.
After a dream lasting hundreds of years, I am now officially in this strange dynasty, with a trance-like feeling that everything has finally settled.
From now on, he will live a new life here.
Nanyang County is a county attached to the city and is under the jurisdiction of Nanyang Prefecture.
To put it simply, in today's Nanyang City, there are two sets of yamen teams: county magistrate and prefect.
Therefore, Nanyang is both a county town and a provincial capital. Relatively speaking, it is more lively and prosperous than ordinary county towns.
After entering the city, Mrs. Cui went to the pawnshop alone.
Cui Xian took a donkey cart and went to the market with his third uncle.
My third uncle came to sell eggs and river fish.
The two parties agreed to meet outside the city gate two hours later.
Walking along the street, Cui Xian silently looked at the bustling city of Nanyang, his eyes full of amazement.
There are paper-making shops, toothbrush shops, headscarf shops, powder-heart shops, medicine shops, seven-treasure shops, woolen thread shops, crown shops, meat markets, vegetable markets, rice markets... There are all kinds of shops and the vendors are constantly shouting their wares.
Nanyang Prefecture belongs to Henan Province, and its cultural customs are similar to those of Kaifeng Prefecture.
In his previous life, Cui Xian had seen the famous painting "Along the River During the Qingming Festival".
Everything in front of me looks very similar to the painting, giving me the feeling of "swimming in a painting"!
Business prosperity is naturally a good thing for Cui Xian.
Because as long as you find business opportunities, you can easily make money.
But what kind of business can he, an eight-year-old child, do?
Cui Xian's eyes silently swept across the entire market, feeling a little anxious.
His family was in a difficult situation, and he had finally come to the county town, so he had to cherish this opportunity.
"Yellow Pang! Selling Yellow Pang, fun clay Yellow Pang!"
Suddenly, a hawking voice came into my ears.
Cui Xian was stunned for a moment, then his eyes suddenly lit up.
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