Chapter 17: The Labor Market in Ming Dynasty (Part 3)

  That car driver who got three silver coins from Jiang Feng was in high spirits, the whip in his hand swung with a loud crackling sound, and the two horses pulling the carriage were also running very fast. The driver didn't notice Jiang Feng's listless appearance at all, but instead said happily:

  "Master Jiang, today we've specially chosen a good horse and the weather is fine too. I reckon by tomorrow morning early we'll have arrived. It's not old Wang boasting, but among all the stables in the capital there isn't one that can beat this carriage. Eight periods of time guaranteed to get you to Tianjin Garrison."

  Jiang Feng heard this and let out a yawn, muttering in a low voice:

  "What's this, back then half a time unit was enough for me to get from Beijing to Tianjin..."

  As the carriage moved on, the so-called natural scenery by the roadside also gradually became uninteresting. Jiang Feng's eyelids soon began to fight, and he fell into a daze. Looking at the distance, although it was a plain, he still couldn't see what kind of town it was, so he simply lay down in the carriage and slept soundly.

  When hiring a carriage, Jiang Feng left a thought and spent a few taels of silver to find a guarantor in the yamen. Together they went to the carriage company, the meaning was simple: if something happened on the way, it would be the carriage company's trouble, plus the silver he gave was not small.

  The car company sent him the most reassuring type of steering wheel, fearing that something might go wrong.

  Jiang Feng has experienced too many shocking and joyful events in the past few days, so when he arrived at this completely relaxing gathering, or rather his body was extremely exhausted, he fell asleep soundly on the horse-drawn carriage, unaware of the scenery along the way, just like what Che Baishi said.

  The next day, at dawn, the horse carriage had already entered the town on the edge of the Wei camp. It has been over a hundred years since Tianjin was established as a Wei camp by Zhu Di, the Ming Chengzu emperor. This place is not only home to more than 10,000 people and horses from the three guards, but also has gun manufacturing sites, armories, and various government offices.

  Tianjin also has its own naval fleet and commercial ports, with soldiers from the military and artisan households, as well as their families, plus the civilians who have moved here to make a living, making this a thriving metropolis in northern China.

  The horse carriage drove into the courtyard of the inn, and the coachman, because Jiang Feng had given him a generous tip, as well as some small accounts, did not wake him up, but went to wash his face first.

  Jiang Feng slept soundly and when he woke up, the car company's colleagues naturally came over to collect the money from him. They also took out a white paper for him to press his handprint on and write down the date. This was considered as giving an account and restitution to the Beijing car company, and it meant telling the other party that the guaranteed customer had arrived.

  It's probably the most primitive response, Jiang Feng lazily walked towards the outside, and Che Baishi was eating breakfast at a street food stall near the door. Looking at this generous customer, he stood up and smiled to greet him. The people in the car business have always been sharp-eyed and quick-witted.

  At first glance, Jiang Feng was dressed as a Brocade Guard, but his attire and demeanor seemed more like those of a merchant going out to do business. His face also looked like he had never been outside before. The carriage driver, eyeing the three taels of silver, couldn't help but speak enthusiastically to Jiang Feng:

  "Master, when a person is away from home, it's not convenient to go out alone. If you want to hire someone, just walk along this road for a while and you'll reach the labor market. Those who sell their labor are all waiting for work there. Looking at the sky, half an hour later, people will start gathering there."

  This remark really hit Jiang Feng's heart, he rashly took money out of Beijing to buy such things, but when he woke up early in the morning, he found that he was still too naive, alone and the previous owner of this body had never left Beijing.

  It can be said that he was completely in the dark, and the cart driver's words of seeking help had scratched his itch. He was delighted, and from his bosom, he pulled out thirty or forty copper coins, lined them up in front of the cart driver, and then walked towards the direction of the crowd with big strides.

  Che Baishi looked at the copper coins in front of him, thinking that this time he had really met a wealthy person. He stood up and hurriedly bowed to thank him, shouting:

  "General, in the market, hiring someone for a day is just twenty cents, no meals included..."

  Jiang Feng bought a bowl of steaming hot tofu pudding from a street vendor on Ren Shi Road, and as he ate the crispy fried dough sticks, he slurped it all down, feeling warm and cozy all over.

  At this time, the sun slowly rose, and people began to gather. It was called a human market, Jiang Feng's understanding of it was that it was a labor market from past lives. In modern times, when looking for work, one would go to those rather majestic buildings, where both parties would be dressed in neat clothes, haggling over prices.

  However, what he sees now is completely different. It's as if it were Jiang Feng or a little kid living in his grandmother's house in the countryside, seeing the cattle market on the edge of the village, where buyers and sellers are haggling over prices on a vacant lot amidst the hustle and bustle.

  The scene in front of him was almost the same, and there was indeed a horse market not far away. On the empty ground in front of Jiang Feng, people were either standing or squatting, but most of them were sitting directly on the ground, forming small circles to chat or do other things.

  Those who need labor walk among these people, selecting suitable hands from them.

  Jiang Feng stared blankly at the scene in front of him after finishing his breakfast. When he came here, he had already prepared himself mentally, thinking that ancient people lived in a world of suffering and hardship, where they forgot their dignity and other things in this place where they sold their labor.

  Just to make a living, Jiang Feng simply put his own experience after graduating from vocational school in the labor market directly on Ming's body, thinking that the other party must be a more miserable existence than himself. He didn't expect that although the people in the field were not very clean,

  However, they didn't seem to be starving at all. Each of them looked spirited and full of energy, laughing loudly together. For a moment, Jiang Feng was at a loss for what to do next.

  Just as I was hesitating there, someone on the side said:

  "Is this military officer looking for someone to use?"

  Hehe, I saw your comments in the book review section. Indeed, Jin Yiwei has its powerful and majestic side, but there are also many low-ranking soldiers at the bottom level. These people are just ordinary citizens of the capital city, with limited abilities, equivalent to street thugs, don't overthink them.

  Today's third update has arrived, everyone please give more recommendations and collections, I want to get on the new people chart!