Zheng Zhichang led a group of Goryeo royal family and clan members and went straight to the hotel in Dengrai City.

The sky has cleared up, and the snow on the streets in the city has been swept clean by businessmen and people.

This city is extremely prosperous. After all, it is the preferred port for traveling to Liaodong and Korea. Some merchant ships to and from Japan will also depart from here.

From the pier to the city, these Koreans were dazzled by everything they saw, and everything they saw felt extremely fresh.

It was at noon that a burst of fragrance hit me.

Wang Gou saw roadside stalls outside the city cooking all kinds of meat - mostly pig and mutton offal and fish, and some pork, chicken and duck, but mutton was relatively rare.

From time to time, vendors and footmen would stop and sit at roadside stalls to eat.

They didn't eat much. They bought a big bowl of soup with very little meat or offal, mostly white radish, Chinese cabbage and the like.

The staple food is cheap pasta, which is mixed with corn flour and even wheat bran.

Take a bite of the steamed bun with mixed noodles, drink another bite of soup, and eat another bite of vegetables.

The few pieces of meat and vegetables were reserved for last.

There are also particularly frugal diners who shout when they sit down: "No meat, more soup and radishes!"

In the middle of winter, there are oily flowers floating on the surface of the soup. After a few sips of the hot soup, I suddenly feel warm and energetic.

Wang Gou was shocked and incomprehensible. He pointed at the peddler and the footman who was eating: "Can ordinary people in the city eat broth every day?"

Zheng Zhichang held his head high and said: "Otherwise, how can we say that the Ming Dynasty was rich?"

Several princes, marquises and monks with Goryeo clan status, as well as their wives and children, smelled the cheap broth on the street and all started to swallow their saliva.

It seems that there is a lot of hope in moving to Daming.
Chapter completed!