Because of the defeat, the people of Mingzhou were panic-stricken. The Ming court was also filled with mutual accusations and endless factional strife, a complete mess.
Under such circumstances, Jiang Asheng and Zeng Jing had basically stopped doing business and stayed home every day.
Besides, they were not short of silver, so they were in a far better state of mind than ordinary commoners.
Li Lan and little Shuang'er likewise stayed indoors. News of the defeat had made the streets increasingly chaotic, and women and children like them could easily run into trouble outside.
Even Auntie Cai kept her doors tightly shut all day.
Wen Qingkong had come today to see how Tang Yuanlou's inn business was doing and whether his method had worked.
Following his plan, everyone at the Welcoming Guest Inn had made thorough preparations.
Yesterday, Tang Yuanlou had personally led the way to promote it at the docks.
His brothers had also been eagerly waiting, ready to show what they could do.
The price of a fast meal had been set at twelve coppers. It cost ten coppers to make, so the profit really was not much.
Standing beside Wen Qingkong, Tang Yuanlou kept scratching his head, sighing, and pacing back and forth. He was extremely nervous.
At the docks, laborers were hard at work carrying sacks.
They had all eaten breakfast at home.
As time passed and the sun grew fiercer, the laborers' energy drained faster and faster.
According to the waiter's observations, this was the time when the laborers would replenish their strength and fill their stomachs with dry rations.
As they waited expectantly, they saw the laborers take out their provisions and silently swallow them down with cold water.
For a moment, many hearts slowly sank.
Could Wen Qingkong's method be useless?
Sweat had