The sky is blue and dark.

It was just after dawn and the sky was not yet bright. Zhang Laosan had already gotten up and prepared the tofu to sell today.

He is an ordinary tofu vendor in the capital. He passed down an ancestral home from his ancestors, which allowed him, who had a meager income, to have a place to settle down at the foot of the emperor in the capital. It is precisely because of this old house that a vendor like him can tell a pretty good marriage, and his wife gave birth to two children and a daughter for him.

It is a good thing to have more children and have more children at home, but this also means that Zhang Laosan has to work harder to sell tofu.

According to usual habits, he got up at dawn to make tofu and made it. It happened that dawn had passed and the sky was not yet fully bright.

Taking advantage of this time, he took to the market with tofu. Some old customers would wait early. As for some wealthy families, he would deliver it to the door in person.

"Today's wedding, I don't know if the business will be easier at the morning session."

Zhang Laosan carried the shoulder pole, weighed the strong and heavy tofu at both ends, and muttered.

For ordinary people like him, the prince’s wedding is too far away from him and he has no idea at all.

Perhaps the only thing that has a substantial impact on his life is that many people will come to the prince’s wedding. Once there are more people in the capital, his tofu will be sold even better.

As for people, no matter where they are, three meals a day are indispensable. Since they have to eat, then it is not accurate to say that someone will eat a few more pieces of tofu, so that they can sell a few more pieces of tofu.

Thinking of this, Zhang Laosan happily left the yard.

When Zhang Laosan opened the door, he looked up and saw five meters a staircase on both sides of the street. There was a Jinyiwei wearing a winged goose feather suit and embroidered spring sword standing on each stand.

The streets are long, from the street to the end of the street, Zhang Laosan, who lives in the middle of this street, cannot see both ends of the street, nor can he see the Jinyiwei standing on this street.

"Where are you going out to do business?" A Jinyiwei who was standing guard happened to be assigned to Zhang Laosan's house. He looked at Zhang Laosan carrying a shoulder pole and greeted him with a smile.

Zhang Laosan had only heard that the Jinyiwei in the East Factory were all the Shibagou who ate people and did not spit bones, but as a civilian, he had never had the experience of dealing with the Jinyiwei.

It was just that the winged geese on the other party’s clothes and the embroidered spring sword on his waist made Zhang Laosan feel scared.

"Ah, this man, can I go? I sell tofu and I have to go to the early market."

Zhang Laosan said this and almost regretted being green. If he had known that he would not have left the stall today, it would be great to have a sleep with his wife in the quilt.

The Jinyiwei smiled, looked up at the blue-gray sky, and said, "Go back, it's not time to get together today, and no one will go even if it opens."

Zhang Laosan's heart was raised to his throat, and he didn't have time to think about what this sentence meant. He just nodded quickly and said, "Oh, okay, thank you, my wife, I'll go back now."

"I advise you not to go out today, even if the sky falls outside, don't come out."

Before Zhang Laosan closed the door, he heard the words of the Jinyiwei, but he felt suspicious.

Isn’t this the grand wedding of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince? How come the sky collapses?

But no matter what, he made up his mind that he would never go out today, and would never go out even if he was beaten to death.

The door of Zhang Laosan's house creaked and closed.
Chapter completed!