Golden Age Of Phoenix: Tyrant’s First Class Virtuous Imperial Concubine

They walked along this long street for a while. For them who are used to the bitter cold weather in Peiping, even if the winter in Yongzhou is a little colder than before, they don't feel sad, and their hearts even feel calm after a while. Out of sweat.

But she didn't say anything, just kept wiping the sweat with a handkerchief.

At this moment, Zhu Feng stopped and looked at a tall banyan tree not far ahead.

This banyan tree seems to be more than a hundred years old, with luxuriant branches and leaves, like an open umbrella covering the front, a young couple set up a tea stall under the tree, not even a shed, only There were two or three small low tables and a few bamboo stools. The porters were tired from walking and stopped at random to sit on the side of the road to drink tea, laughing loudly.

Zhu Feng turned his head and asked Nan Yan, "Will you go?"

"...?"

Nan Yan was stunned for a moment, she didn't shout thirsty, how could she ask herself, but when she turned her head and looked at her peace of mind, she immediately understood.

He smiled and said, "Of course, the concubine has long been thirsty."

Zhu Feng snorted softly and walked over with his hands behind his back.

He naturally wouldn't say anything to the stall owner. Xiao Shunzi and Ruo Shui immediately went over and asked the stall owner to buy three bowls of tea. Ruo Shui also took out a handkerchief to clean the table and stool. Nan Yan raised her hand to stop her. .

Now that they are all out, there is not so much attention to the poor. Paying attention in front of these coolies will cause others to be unhappy.

Sure enough, Zhu Feng lifted his robe and sat down.

Seeing him like this, Nan Yan and Xin Ping naturally both sat on the creaky bamboo stool.

The stall owner's wife brought the tea cup by cup, and said attentively, "My lady, please use tea."

Zhu Feng nodded, and without saying much, he picked up the teacup and drank.

The tea outside is naturally not as good as the tea used in the palace, and the water is not so good, but sitting under the banyan tree on the street like this, surrounded by people dressed in short clothes, shouting loudly, drinking tea is another taste. . Xinping didn't even complain. He sipped the teacup in both hands while looking around with wide eyes.

Everything here is so fresh to her, even the fluffy flowers on her head make her feel happy.

She looked from east to west, and at this moment, several porters came over.

They were obviously very familiar with this stall owner, and they didn't even sit on the stool here, sitting directly on the edge of the stone altar under the banyan tree, took a bowl and scooped out half a bowl of tea from the tea jar and drank it. The stall owner's wife also smiled and brought the kettle over to supply them with hot water.

One of the middle-aged people smiled and said, "Miss Zhou, why are you still setting up a stall on such a cold day? Don't you take a break?"

That Zhou Niangzi smiled and said, "What's the point of taking a break? One day off is only one day's worth of meals. Who dares to take a break? Do you dare?"

Several porters looked at each other and laughed bitterly.

Who dares.

They are honest and hard-working people who only work one day to earn one day's rations, and they will starve if they don't move one day. In this world, not many people dare to rest casually.

At this time, a young man among the porters sneered and said, "We dare not rest, but in front of us, people are lying on the pile of rice to live, that's what is called comfort."

Everyone was stunned.

Zhou Niangzi asked, "Xiao Ding, who are you talking about?"

That little Ding said angrily, "Who else could there be? People from Yueguo."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Feng raised his eyebrows slightly, but sat there calmly, drinking tea while listening quietly, Nan Yan glanced at him, and quietly raised his ears.

Seeing the indignant look of this young man, the middle-aged man next to him smiled and said, "What did you see again?"

The young man said, "Do you know the temple built by the Yue people on the mountain in front of you?"

The middle-aged man said, "Who doesn't know? Even in that small temple, the Arhats offered are not golden Arhats. Who would go there to burn incense?"

The young man said angrily, "I was passing down the mountain that day, and I saw white rice flowing in the ditch of the temple."

Everyone was shocked when they heard it: "What? Rice?"

The young man said, "Isn't that right? You can't eat the best rice, and the rice jars in the temple can't hold it. If you keep it, you will be killed by rats, so they just throw it away."

Everyone was so distressed when they heard it.

A tea-drinking guest at the other table heard about it, and turned around and said regretfully, "Isn't it true, I sold some melons and fruits to go there a while ago, and I heard that the Vietnamese people use refined millet to raise horses. , said it was cheaper than hay."

Several porters were even more angry when they heard it.

"Fuck, we can't eat white rice after a hard day. They are good. The good rice is either thrown away or fed to the horses. Is this still a good thing!"

"We're not even as good as the livestock of Vietnam."

"Isn't that right? The rice on our side of Yan Kingdom is two taels and one stone, but I heard that one stone of rice on the side of Yue Kingdom is less than one tael of silver. The price of rice on their side in Daluo City is even cheaper!"

"Is there any way? If it's like this, the good rice grains we have here are still transported there by truck by truck."

"The food we have worked so hard to grow is just given to them to waste..."

Everyone was very angry, but in addition to the anger, there was nothing to do.

Just then, they suddenly heard a bang.

Looking back, it came from another table on the tea stand. There were three gorgeously dressed people sitting at the low table. It seemed that they were a couple of old ladies and their daughter. Gui, that young lady was very charming, but at this moment, she was full of anger, she threw the tea bowl in her hand, and stared at the calm-faced gentleman in front of her with red eyes, as if she was complaining about something.

And the lady sitting next to her, with a graceful and luxurious temperament, frowned and berated her daughter at this time: "What are you doing?!"

The young lady didn't know if she was wronged or was angry with someone. She glared at the master, as if she was going to say something, but she didn't say anything after all. She stomped her foot hard, turned around and ran away.

The little servant and maid who followed them shouted anxiously, "Grand Duke—Eldest Miss!"

The boy hurriedly chased after him.

The lady turned her head and said, "Master..."

The old man was still calm, not even angry because of his daughter's behavior. He just took out a piece of silver from his purse and put it on the table, paid for the tea and lost the broken bowl, then got up and went to Going forward, the lady could only follow.

Only the guests at the tea stall looked at each other in dismay.

For them, this incident is just a small episode. They are still discussing that the Vietnamese people are living a good life now, and they don't have to worry about running out of food, but these people can only work hard with fear. barely make ends meet.

Madam Zhou couldn't help sighing: "When is a day like this?"