The driver got Jiang Feng's small tent with three cents of silver. He was very excited. The whip in his hand was waving and the two horses pulling the cart ran very fast. The driver didn't notice Jiang Feng's listless look, but said happily there:

"Master Jiang, we chose a good horse today. The weather is good. I guess it will arrive early tomorrow morning. It's not because I, Lao Wang, that there is no car dealer in the entire capital city faster than this one. You will be guaranteed to arrive in Tianjin Harbour in eight hours."

Jiang Feng yawned when he heard this and muttered in a low voice:

"What's this? I went from Beijing to Tianjin in half an hour..."

As the carriage advanced, the so-called natural beauty on the roadside gradually became boring. Jiang Feng's upper and lower eyelids quickly began to fight, and he was confused. He looked at the distance. Although it was a plain, he still couldn't see what the town looked like, so he simply fell in the car and slept soundly.

When hiring a carriage, Jiang Feng was careful. He spent a few taels of silver in the yamen to find a guarantor. The car shop he went to was very simple. If something happened halfway, it would be a trouble for the car shop, and the money he gave was not small.

The car dealer sent him the most reassuring handlebar type, for fear that something was wrong.

Jiang Feng has experienced too many great surprises in the past few days, so when he arrived at such an occasion where he could completely relax, or because his body was already very tired, he slept very heavily in the carriage, and he didn't know anything about the situation on the road, and it was indeed the same as the handlebars.

At dawn the next day, the carriage had already entered the town on the edge of the garrison. More than a hundred years have passed since the establishment of the garrison by Zhu Di, the Ming Dynasty. It is not only more than 10,000 famous people from the three garrisons, but also firearm manufacturing sites and government-run yamen by various weapons craftsmen.

Tianjin also has its own naval naval and commercial port, soldiers and military families, and the people who moved to make a living, have become a prosperous town in the north.

The carriage entered the branch of the carriage here. The coachman didn't wake him up because Jiang Feng had enough price and had a lot of small tents, so he didn't wake him up and went to wash himself first.

Jiang Feng slept comfortably. After getting up, a clerk from the car dealer naturally came over to collect money from him, and took out a piece of white paper to ask him to press his handprint and write down his days. This was to give the car dealer in Beijing an explanation and recovery, and to tell the other party that the guarded guest had arrived here.

It was the most primitive receipt. Jiang Feng, who was lazy all over, walked outside, and was eating breakfast at a breakfast stall at the door. Looking at the generous customer, he stood up and greeted him with a smile. The people in the car shop were always sharp-eyed and active.

When he saw that although Jiang Feng was dressed as an Jinyiwei, his preparation and salute were like a businessman who went out for business, and his face had never left the house. The handlebar was aimed at the three-point silver, and he couldn't help but say enthusiastically to Jiang Feng:

"June, it is not convenient for someone to go out. If you want to hire someone, follow this road and walk ahead for a while. There is a market where the hard-working people are waiting for work. Judging from the sky, there will be people there in half an hour."

This was really said in Jiang Feng's heart. He rashly brought money from Beijing to buy such things. However, when he woke up as early as possible, he found that he was still too naive, alone and his ex-master of this body had never left Beijing.

It can be said that he was completely confused when he was looking at the darkness. He asked for a helper to give him a guide. He touched his itchy spot and was happy. He took out more than 30 copper coins from his arms, lined up in front of the handlebar, and then walked towards the direction of the people and the market.

Looking at the copper coins in front of me, I thought I had met a rich man this time. I stood up and bowed and thanked me, shouting:

"June, it's only twenty cents a day for hiring a person in the market, no matter how much you eat..."

Jiang Feng bought a bowl of steaming tofu brain at a street stall on the street in Renshi. He ate the fried dough sticks and ate them in a slight sensation. His whole body suddenly became warm.

At this time, the sun slowly rose and more people began to rise. It was said that it was a human market. Jiang Feng understood it as a human resources market in his previous life. In modern times, the places where he wanted to find a job were all very grand buildings, and both sides were wearing very neat clothes and bargaining there.

However, what he saw now was completely different. It was like Jiang Feng was a child, living in his grandmother's house in the countryside. He saw a cattle and horse market on the edge of the village. There was a noisy place in the open space. The buyers and sellers who were leading cattle and horse animals were bargaining there.

The scene in front of me is almost the same. Speaking of which, there is a horse-selling market not far away. In the open space in front of Jiang Feng, everyone is standing or squatting there, and more people sit directly on the ground, forming small circles and chatting or doing something else.

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

After breakfast, Jiang Feng was a little dazed when he saw the scene in front of him. When he came here, he was already prepared and thought that the ancient people all lived in dire straits. In such a place where they betrayed their labor, they all forgot their dignity and other things.

Just to get some food, Jiang Feng just put the experience he had in the labor market after graduating from vocational school and directly attached to the Ming Dynasty people. He thought to himself that the other party must be a more miserable existence than him. Unexpectedly, although the people in the field were not too tidy.

But he didn't look hungry. He was full of energy and chatting loudly there. For a moment, Jiang Feng didn't know how to start.

While hesitating there, I was sure that someone said:

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

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Haha, I saw your speech in the book review area. Of course, the Jinyiwei is powerful, but there are also many grassroots young people. These people are the local residents in the capital, with little energy, and they are the gangsters on the street. Don’t think too much about them.
Chapter completed!