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That day, in front of the stable of the post house, Qin Xu watched the post soldiers feeding bean cakes to the horses and praised Qin Mian: "Amian is really alert. He didn't even bother to pack his luggage. He explored every corner of the place first. No wonder my adoptive mother said your future is limitless."

Qin Mian did not spend any time searching for polite words, but pointed to the bustling restaurant and asked respectfully: "Sister Axu, how come the people in the capital are already having a banquet before the sun comes out?"

The corner of Qin Xu's mouth twitched: "When I came to Beijing, I asked such country bumpkin questions like you. It's not called a banquet, it's called morning tea. Yangzhou and Suzhou are the richest in the world, and the food they eat in the morning is better than the banquet at our border.After taking over the Yingtian Mansion, the wealthy people from the south of the Yangtze River escorted their families to live in the capital.The habit of having morning tea with the Yangzhou salt merchants was also brought to the Yingtian Mansion."

"Oh, so," Qin Mian continued casually, "My adoptive mother said that Mao Shangshu's ancestor was also a salt merchant, but he was not from Huaiyang, but from Shanxi. Did he decline because of the war?"

"That's right, Shangshu Mao and his wife are very particular. Last time I went to visit with my adoptive mother, not only did Mrs. Mao wear beautiful and tight jewelry, but even the spoon used to dig out crab meat was made of gold."

As Qin Xu spoke, envy flashed across his eyes.

Qin Mian touched the little golden flower in his hair and calculated the account: "My adopted mother gave me this at the bottom of the box. Didn't you say that one flower is worth half a year's salary of an official in Da Liuzhou? The salary of Da Liu's officials is much thinner than in previous dynasties, and Mao Shangshu is the most incorruptible. Why is Mrs. Mao's food and clothing expenses so luxurious..."

"Okay," Qin Xu interrupted Qin Mian impatiently, "I know you are a good scout as a sentinel, but Ah Mian, don't use your brain to think about your own people, okay?"

Qin Mian lowered his eyes and did not reply.

Seeing that she was as obedient as ever, Qin Xu suddenly realized that he was really full, so why bother to train such an ant?

Anyway, the ants are about to die.

Qin Xu's tone softened: "Well, you have just become a private soldier, so it doesn't matter if you don't know. Madam Mao's natal family is much richer than Mao Shangshu's family. I guess Madam Mao's dowry is rich. No matter how extravagant it is to spend your own dowry, as long as you don't overstep the dress of the queen and concubines, what does it matter?"

Qin Mian said "Hmm" and looked up at the magnificent teahouse again. He made a note in his mind that from the window seat on the third floor of the teahouse, you could see the Yangjiang Station stable.

At the end of this midsummer, Qin Mian, who had already taken on the body of Miss Jin, got off the boat at Xishuiguan Pier and walked towards the Huaiyang Tea House, which was no longer unfamiliar to him.

From the waiting room of the teahouse, a pretty girl came up to him with a smile: "I haven't seen the shopkeeper for half a month."

Qin Mian speculated that there were many ships going to Taihu Lake from Xishuiguan. Wucheng County on the edge of Taihu Lake was also where the Jin family collected pearls. Shopkeeper Jin must often take care of the family's business when going to and from Xishuiguan.

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